Shivers * WWE Fanfic

14

"Payjay! Wakey wakey! We're here." Dean says shaking me awake. "Ouch." I say rubbing my eyes. "It's your fault for falling asleep."

I look out the window to see a tall two story beach house. "Are you sure this is it?" I ask Dean. "Of course I'm sure this is it. I know how to follow directions."

"And by that you mean the GPS, right?" I say glancing at his phone. He turns it off and grins, "Yep."

The clock reads 5:45 p.m. It felt like we were on the road forever. "How long was it?" I ask yawning. "About five hours."

"We should've taken a plane like they did." I say. "But road trips are fun pookie." He says opening the door. He gets out and I do too.

Dean opens his back door and takes out our stuff. "I don't see no one here." I say glancing at the house. I do see about a car parked on his garage. Maybe he keeps it here. The sun is still up in the sky but I can tell it's going to get dark soon.

"Huh?" Dean says as he closes the door. "I said it looks like no one is here." He shakes his head, "Nonsense. They're probably inside."

He carries our stuff as we go up some stairs. There's sand on the stairs and I can hear the ocean from here.

Randy's house is basically in front of the ocean. I stop and close my eyes hearing the waves. It's peaceful.

The beach has a familiar smell. It smells good. I like it. "Shit." Dean mumbles. I open my eyes and walk the remaining stairs.

When I get to the door I see a note on the door. "Went out to get some groceries. Key is under the mat."

I bend over to get the key and tear the note down. "Why would he leave a note like that? I wouldn't trust my neighbors that much." I say.

"Yeah yeah." He says annoyed. "What's the matter?" I ask as I unlock the door. "I just really wanted them to see us walk in together. You know?"

"They'll see plenty of that." I say as I turn on the lights. Dean and I both look around the house. Even though it's a beach house it looks quite fancy. Way too fancy I would say.

The walls are colorful and there's beach paintings. The floors are white with black squares.

"I'm going to get me a beach house. Bigger and better." He says as he puts our stuff down. "So you can impress Sasha?"

"Maybe." He mumbles as he sits on a black leather couch. He puts his boots on top of a center glass table. "Dean!" I say knocking them off.

"What?" He says looking at me. "You can't just put your dirty boots on top of the table." He rolls his eyes at me. "My boots are NOT dirty."

"Are too." I say. "Are not." He replies. I look away from him and ignore his comment. I walk around the living room looking at the walls and paintings.

I then take a seat on the couch in front of Dean. He's looking at me and I avoid eye contact. "What?" I finally say.

"Nothing." He says with a smirk. "I hate when you do that." I answer feeling myself get annoyed. "Hate when I do what dear?"

"When you smile like that!" I answer. "Like what?" He replies with a smirk. I groan and lay my head back on the couch. I don't even want to look at him right now.

Seconds later we hear a car pull up. Dean gets up quickly and looks through the window. "It's them!"

He runs to me and sits beside me literally squishing me. "Ouch. Ouch. You're not a feather." I say.

"Shut up. Pretend we're happy." He says. "What?" Before I can do anything Dean turns my face and he looks at me. "Smile." He whispers.

I feel shivers go down my spine as I make myself smile. "Oh! You guys are here." Randy says walking in with Sasha.

Dean and I look away from each other and smile. "Yeah." Dean replies. We get up as we watch them.

Dean grabs some bags from Sasha. "Allow me to help you." He says with a smile as he takes the bags from her. I can see that he runs his fingers through her hand. She smiles but then looks at the ground.

I look away as Randy walks to the kitchen. Dean follows him behind. "When did y'all get here?" Sasha asks me.

"Not long ago." I reply. "Well I'm glad you two could make it. This weekend is going to be so fun." She says with a grin.

"Oh yeah I bet." I say. "Aj, dear, could you come here?" Dean screams. I smile at Sasha as I make my way to the kitchen.

"Could you help put up the groceries?" He asks. I nod my head as I grab some bags and start unpacking.

Sasha walks in seconds later with a box of beers. "Look what we bought." She says as she puts the box down.

"Nice. For when?" Dean asks. I glance at the 24 pack. I don't really drink. "Later." She says with a wink.

After we're done fixing the groceries we walk back to the living room. "I got rooms on the top and two at the bottom. Wherever you want."

"I think I'll get one upstairs." I answer. "You'll get one?" Sasha asks. I nod my head and she looks at me confused. "Aren't you guys sharing a room?"

I feel my heart beat faster. I never thought of that. "Well um we thought it'd be more appropriate to sleep separate."

"Oh come on. You guys don't sleep together? Aren't y'all like almost 30?" Sasha laughs and I feel my face blush.

"They don't have to sleep together if they don't want to." Randy says. "No, we will sleep together. My girlfriend was just trying to be respectful. She doesn't like to give bad impressions unlike others."

Sasha stops laughing and shoots Dean a nasty look. Dean smiles and grabs our stuff. "We will take one on the top."

"Great. Um, just go upstairs and pick one. Sasha and I are staying on the bottom." Randy replies.

Dean starts walking to the stairs and I'm internally freaking out. Sharing a room with Dean? Oh dear.