She's A Strange One // Dean Ambrose

Six

Marissa's POV

oh dear. oh dear. oh dear.

It was currently 7:45. 15 minutes until Dean would be coming to pick me up, not exactly the most convenient time to start having a panic attack.

Girl, you need to chill the fuck out.

Taking deep breaths, I managed to calm myself down, and stop myself from snapping at Kitty in the process.

"What if he doesn't turn up?" I was babbling out loud to myself.
"What if he's actually an arsehole on dates? Oh my god what if he literally eats like a pig!? I can't-"

CHILL OML

Kitty suddenly yelling at me shocked me a little, and i jumped. I was about to answer her, but loud yet firm knocking on the door interrupted me.

I opened the door slowly, but i relaxed when i saw an equally nervous looking Dean on the other side.

"He- Oh wow... you look great" He stopped mid sentence as his eyes scanned across my body. I snapped my fingers in front of my face.

"Hey, my eyes are up here" His gaze instantly shot back up to mine, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yes, right. Sorry." Dean paused to put his arm out to hook around mine. "Shall we?"

LATER

I plopped myself down on my bed, a wide smile etched onto my face. Luckily for me, none of my earlier, panic-induced questions were true. He was a little bit of a messy eater, but it was quite funny.

A warm blush spread across my cheeks as i recounted the date. Dean pulling my chair out for me, feeding me cheesecake, which to be truthful was extremely cringey, but i had a good time, and it was definitely worth it.

You were getting worked about nothing, stupid.

Silently dismissing Kitty, i quickly stripped myself of my date clothes and slipped on some sweatpants and a comfy hoodie. I flicked on some random news channel and let my mind drift off.

I would never have expected someone like Dean to be so... gentleman-like, especially when all i've seen of him is his lunatic in-ring character. Jonathan Good and Dean Ambrose are very different people, and I like that.

I jumped a little as my phone sprung to life beside me, bringing a bright light into the dimly lit room.

From: Dean
Thanks for today, i had a good time and honestly, i don't think i've smiled so much in a long time. Anyway, seeing as you're still new, i was wondering if you wanted to train sometime this week?

A light blush spread itself across my pale cheeks as i chewed my lip in thought.

Of course I would, Ambrose. I'm sure training from the resident lunatic will make me become sane.

I read it over a few times before finally hitting the send button, and set my phone down to await a response.

Don't let a relationship get in the way of your career, kid.

"Oh shove off Kitty! Since when have you ever cared what's going on in my life?" I huffed angrily at the voice inside my head.

Hmm, you're right. I don't care, but don't blame me when this all turns to shit.

"I hate you."

(im so sorry. i hope you guys don't hate me for not updating in so long😅 not proofread)