Shivers * WWE Fanfic

13

I'm walking out of the bathroom when Dean walks in my room abruptly. I wish I would've locked it. "Dean! Would you at least knock?" I say pulling my shirt down.

"At least you weren't naked." He says with a grin. I quickly grab a pair of shorts but he stops me. "What's the mater?"

"I'm just wearing underwear that's the matter." I say. "So? I've technically seen you in panties." He says. "You have not."

"I have too. Or do you forget you wrestle with extremely short shorts? Or how about that time you wrestled in a bikini?"

I feel my cheeks blush. "That's different." I reply but it isn't it's the same thing. "Is it now?" He says with a smirk. I nod my head as I pull away from his grip.

"I don't think so poo poo. How come you're so flirty and outgoing on the ring but in real life you're so shy?" He asks. "Because that's just a character. This is the real me." I say with a sigh.

"If you say so." He says as he grabs my suitcase. I put on the shorts while he's not looking. "What're you doing?"

He opens it up and starts shoving the clothes I have on the nightstand onto the suitcase. "What're you doing?" I repeat.

"I'm packing for you. Hello we leave today." He says with an excited grin. Oh yeah. I totally forgot we leave to our beach trip.

"Do we really want to go to the beach house for three days?" I ask as he continues to messily shove my stuff. "Yes. Yes we do."

"Ugh let me do it." I shove him away and start folding the clothes he shoved. "Fine freakzilla." He says rolling his eyes.

"Do you have a bikini?" He asks. "No." I mumble. "What? A female always has a bikini." He says with astonishment. "Well I'm not one of those."

"How come you don't own one?" I finish folding the clothes and walk to the bathroom. "Because I don't go to the beach or to pools."

"Well we need to get you one. A very sexy one." He says slowly. "I'm not sexy though." I say grabbing my toothbrush, toothpaste, and lotion.

"You need to be sexy. Sasha owns very sexy bikinis and Randy needs to see you in bombass bikini."

I never really thought of that. Dean is kind of right. I mean the reason for this whole trip is to make them realize what their missing.

"Okay." I say. "Great. Let's go then." He says getting up from my bed. "Wait like I need to get dressed." I say staring at my baggy T-Shirt and shorts.

"I thought you were ready already. You always look like that." He says. I frown feeling a tiny pain in my chest.

"Kidding. Kidding." He says. I ignore him and grab a pair of jeans and a tank top. I walk to the bathroom and lock the door.

He is right. I always look the same. After I change I untie my messy bun and let my hair down and put on my contacts.

I walk out of the bathroom and put on my converse. "Ready?" He asks and I nod. I walk ahead of him as he grabs my room key.

When we're at the lobby he grabs my hand. I tense at his touch. As soon as we walk out of the hotel I let go of his hand.

"Hey what's wrong swiggy?" He asks. I continue to ignore him as he unlocks his car. Before he opens the door for me I get in closing it harshly.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks. "No." I simply reply buckling up. "Yes you are." He says slowly. "Then why do you ask?"

"Because I need to hear it from you." He says starting his car. He begins driving and doesn't speak for the rest of the car ride. I don't want him to either.

He drives to a store and I get out of the car. We walk inside and I follow him behind. He goes to the Women's section.

Dean begins looking through the bathing suits and grabs a few. I'm looking around the store when I spot a familiar pinkish hair.

Sasha is with Bayley. They walk the opposite way and they're laughing at something. "Come on chiclet." Dean replies as he walks to the dressing room.

He didn't see Sasha because if he would've he would've freaked out about it. "Here pipsqueak." He says handing me the bathing suits.

I grab them and walk to the fitting rooms. As I'm taking off my clothes I grab one of them and my eyes widen. He expects me to wear that?

It's a black bathing suit that barely covers the breasts and the butt. "I can't wear this!" I scream loudly. "What? Why?" He screams back. "Because it's not right!"

I begin trying it on and when I see it in myself I shake my head. This is not something I'd wear. "Let me see it." He screams.

"Why? I look the same all the time. Didn't you say it yourself?" I reply. Seconds later I hear footsteps.

I then see Deans boots. "So you are mad at me?" It's a question but it comes out as a statement. "What're you doing in the girls fitting room? Get out."

"Come on. Show it to me. I will open this door if you don't." He says. I open the door and Dean looks at me slowly.

He starts with my face then his gaze goes down my body. "Wow." He says as his eyes meet mine. My body starts heating up. "Does it look bad?"

"No. It looks good." He says scanning my body once again. "Okay well this should be good enough."

"Aren't you going to try on the other ones?" He asks. I glance at the other two which look worse. "No. I'm good."

I close the door and take it off. When I put on my clothes again I walk out. Dean is leaning against the wall outside the fitting rooms.

We walk to the cash register and before I take out my money he hands the lady a hundred dollar bill. When I see that the bathing suit is fifty dollars my mouth goes dry.

"Fifty?" I say as he sticks his change in his pocket. "Yeah. Tell me about it." He says grabbing the bag. "That's ridiculous. That thing barely covers anything and you paid fifty for that?"

"I want you to look sexy so it was worth it." He says. As we are walking outside we see Sasha with Bayley. She also has a bag. Bayley waves at us smiling and we wave back.

"Well hello love birds." Sasha says. "Hey there." Dean says. "Shopping?" She asks. "Yeah. I needed some stuff and Dean brought me. He's very thoughtful." I say with a smile.

Sasha nods her head. "Oh yeah." She replies staring at Dean. "Yeah see you later." Dean says grabbing my hand as we walk to his car.

"Not bad payjay. Like the other day when we kissed." He says. I start feeling nervous because he hasn't mentioned the kiss since it happened.

"You bit my lip what did you expect me to do?" I answer avoiding eye contact. "Well yeah. You're very good at pretending though." He says opening the car door for me. "Yeah."

I'm good at pretending.