Shivers * WWE Fanfic

11

The tears are streaming down my face onto the pages. My vision gets blurry and a noise escapes my mouth.

I jump up when I hear a loud noise. I open the door and Dean is standing there. He looks at me and walks in.

"What's wrong payjay? Did Sheamus hurt your feelings again? I swear I'll-" I stop him from talking. "No one hurt my feelings."

He looks confused so I point to a book on my bed. "You're crying over a book?" He asks astonished. "Yes. It's very sad, okay?"

"Come on that's cheesy." He says as he picks up the book. He doesn't find books interesting of course.

"Are you done reading it?" He asks as I sit on the middle of my bed. I nod wiping my dry tears. "It's my sixth time reading it."

His eyes widen, "Sixth time?" I nod my head. "Why would you read it six times if you know what happens already?"

"Because the feelings you get in your chest. When you read a book you feel and think what the characters do. It's like magic. That's why I enjoy reading so much. Plus it's the only thing I do."

"You can go out and have fun. Party you know?" I frown at him. Do I look like a party person to him? "With who huh? I can't go out even if I wanted to. You're my boyfriend remember?"

"Yeah you're right. So who's your favorite author?" Is he really asking this? "You really want to know?"

"Ummmm duh. Otherwise I wouldn't ask ducky." He says with chuckle. "I just... can't believe you're asking me this. My favorite authors are Ellen Hopkins, Nicholas Sparks and John Green. I absolutely love them."

"My favorite book from Ellen Hopkins would be Perfect. The book is just so incredible and wonderful. It's a work of art. All of her books are! From Nicholas Sparks my favorite book is Dear John. It's so incredible. His books make me cry. From John Green it's Looking for Alaska although The Fault in Our Stars and Paper Towns are great also!"

Dean laughs and I stop smiling. I feel my face blush in anger. "If you're going to make fun of me get out."

"I'm not making fun of you." He replies. "Then why're you laughing?" You can hear the anger in my voice. "Because you're so enthusiastic about books and it's cute."

"Well they're great. I have a ton of them." I mumble. "Name the first book that pops in your head."

"Song of the Sparrow." I say quickly. "What's that about?" He asks. "Well I read it in eight grade and I fell in love with it. It's about a girl named Elaine who grew up with the British army. Elaine ends up falling in love with her childhood friend Lancelot."

"Lancelot tells Elaine she has become a beautiful grown woman and she feels very flattered. Since she's technically the only woman there along with Morgan. Then a new girl shows up and Lancelot confesses he loves the new girl. He then thinks Elaine is a child and she is completely crushed. The book is just amazing. I loved it in eight grade and love it now."

"Woah. That sounds cool." Dean says. "Are you saying this for real or are you making fun of me?"

"No I'm saying it for real. I've never came in a girls room at 8:30 p.m. to talk about a books plot. If I go to a girls room at night it's usually to do other things. So it's nice to actually talk to someone every once in a while. You know?"

I nod my head as I glance at the clock. "Why are you here at this time?" He never stops by at night. He usually just wakes me up really early.

"Well I came to see if you wanted to get some dinner." Dinner? "I mean like I said before we kind of have to do everything together. What if I'm out eating and I find someone that knows us? What am I suppose to tell them because you're not with me?"

"Fine. It's not a date though." I say. "Ah, please. I don't even want to go on a date with you short stack."

I roll my eyes and get up from the bed. I grab a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt. Dean lays on my bed as I go to the bathroom to change.

When I'm done changing I put my hair up in a ponytail and walk out. "Does this looks fine?" He sits up and looks at me. "No."

No? I look down at my outfit and feel embarrassed. I'm not very stylish. "I'm just messing! You look fine."

"Don't mess with me like that, Ambrose." I reply aggravated. "You can't take a joke babushka." He says rolling his eyes.

I open my mouth to say something but he talks before I do. "I know you're going to say whatever."

"Whatever." I say it anyways and he chuckles. "Okay let's go whiny." He hands me my key that's on my nightstand and we walk out.

•••
"This place is nice. Right?" Dean says as he shoves food in his mouth. "It actually is." I say looking around. It's decorated weird but in a good way.

Dean stops shoving food in his mouth and looks behind me. "Hey shmoopsie poo guess who just got here?"

I turn around and see Randy and Sasha. Randy sees us and waves. Sasha on the other hand doesn't seem very happy about it.

They still walk towards us though. "Hey guys." Sasha says. "Hello." Dean replies with a smile. "Enjoying the food?" Randy asks and we both nod.

"That's great! I'm actually very happy to see y'all. Next weekend Randy and I will be going to his beach house. Would you guys like to come also? Randy, honey, you don't mind right?"

"Well... umm no." Randy says not so convinced. It's obvious it was just a couple trip. "We would love to." Dean answers.

I look at him and then at them again. "Great. I'll give y'all more details later. Enjoy." She walks away holding Randy's hand.

"Are you kidding me? We can't go to his beach house!" I say quietly afraid that they'll hear. "What? Why not? This is the chance we've been waiting for payjay. This trip will give us a chance to make them jealous."

"It's just I don't know it's weird. The thought of being there with them." With Sasha and Randy? I mean I wouldn't mind Randy but Sasha?

"Come on swiggy. What can go wrong?"