Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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"This was actually kind of fun." I say to Dean as we walk back to Randy's beach house. "It really was." Dean replies with a soft smile.

"Did you guys have fun?" Randy asks. "We did." Dean answers for both of us. We reach Randy's house in no time.

Sasha is pretty serious. She's not smiling or anything. In fact she looks pretty pissed. Randy whispers something to her and she rolls her eyes.

She walks in the house and slams the door. Randy glances at Dean and I but we pretend we didn't just see Sasha roll her eyes and slam the door.

"You guys feel free to use the bathroom to shower. Also if y'all want to eat something grab whatever from the fridge."

"Thank you." I respond. He walks in and Dean and I stand outside. "Did you see that?" He asks. I nod my head. "She was pissed."

"She was." I answer. "The thing is we didn't even do anything to piss her off. We totally forgot about making them jealous." Dean says.

It's true. We didn't even bother to make Sasha and Randy jealous at the beach. After our laugh attack we built a castle. Then I read some of my book pages to Dean. It was actually pretty fun.

"Maybe she got mad at Randy." I say with a small shrug. "Maybe." Dean replies as he opens the door.

We walk in and go upstairs. "Nothing's wrong!" Sasha screams. Dean and I glance at each other once again as we make it to the top of the stairs.

"It's about to go down." He says putting our bag down that's covered in sand. "Aren't you going to try to hear what they're talking about?"

Dean wrinkles his nose. "No." I nod my head surprised. I was thinking he would go downstairs and try to listen what the fight is about.

"Since there's only one bathroom-and you obviously aren't going to want to shower together- we have to decide who's going first."

"How are we going to decide that?" I ask. "Hmm." He says as he rubs his chin. His beard is starting to grow a bit.

"Wrestling." He smiles. "Dean, seriously?" I ask as I cross my arms across my chest. "Why not snicker doodle? Aren't we both wrestlers."

"Well yes but-" he interrupts me, "So then what's the problem?" He raises his eyebrows. Before I can answer he walks to me and puts his fists up.

I frown and he starts laughing. "I love messing with you." I sigh rolling my eyes. "I'm glad I amuse you."

"Okay so you can see that I'm a gentleman I will let you shower first." He hands me a clean towel. "Okay thank you."

I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I take off my shirt and shorts. After I do that I remove my contacts. My body and hair feel extremely sticky and I smell like salt.

When I open the shower curtain I stare at the faucet. It looks weird but after a few tries I get it to work.

After I remove my bathing suit I get in. I'm washing off the sand from my body and my hair. I then open my eyes and try to find the shampoo.

I notice that the shampoo and conditioner are in a container stuck to the shower wall. I press the button and nothing comes out.

I press it again and still nothing. I feel myself getting aggravated and press it harder. When I do the container squirts shampoo in my eyes.

My eyes immediately start to burn and I scream. I'm trying to wash it off but it's not coming out.

I feel myself panic and I get out of the shower screaming. "Payjay? Hey? Are you okay?" I hear Dean ask.

I can't reply all I can do is scream because my eyes feel like they're on fire. "Aj!" Dean screams he sounds concerned and I want to answer but I can't. All that's coming out of my mouth are screams. He's knocking on the door violently.

I finally open my eyes and it still burns pretty bad. As soon as my eyes open Dean kicks the door open.

"Oh gosh." He says as he glances at me. "Look away!" I scream as I try to reach for the towel. He looks away and I wrap the towel around my body. When I do my feet slip and I fall.

I feel my whole body turn hot in embarrassment. My eyes still burn like crazy but I'm too embarrassed to even care.

"Are you okay?" Dean asks quickly as he helps me up. "Go away." I reply embarrassed as I I lean against the wall.

There's tears coming out of my eyes. Not only because shampoo squirted in my eyes but because I'm humiliated.

"Are you okay?" He repeats as he slowly approaches me. "Go away." I say as I look away. I try to clean my eyes with the towel.

Dean turns off the shower and glances at me. "Did you get hurt?" He asks softly. My chin begins to quiver and I don't want to cry in front of Dean. Not again.

"Hey, its fine." He coos. I stare at my feet as my vision gets blurry. "It's fine." He repeats. He slowly grabs me and pulls me in for a hug.

I feel my warm tears fall down my cheek as he wraps his arms around my wet hair. I cry silently as I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Do you need me to get anything?" He asks as he pulls away. I don't reply and keep staring at my feet.

I don't think I've ever been this embarrassed. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's okay." He says. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand as I hold the towel that's wrapped around my body with my other hand.

"Here sit down." He says as he closes the toilet shut. I sit on the shut toilet seat and he kneels down on his knees.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks. "I just... " my voice trails off as my face gets hotter. "What happened?"

"I got shampoo in my eyes." I whisper as I continue to keep my eyes fixed on my lap. My hair is still dripping wet.

"Did you get it off?" He asks. "I think so." I mumble. "I think I have some eye drops. Do you want some?"

I nod my head slowly as he gets up. He walks to the room. I close my eyes again cursing myself in my mind.

I cannot believe I embarrassed myself this much. Dean comes back in a matter of seconds. He kneels down again and hands me the eye drops.

"Are you okay?" He asks. He actually sounds pretty concerned. I'm glad he didn't laugh at me slipping. Or at seeing me naked.

"No." I answer. "Why?" He asks. I can feel that he's still looking at me. My chin begins to quiver again.

"Because I'm embarrassed." I whisper. Dean puts my wet hair behind my ear. "It's alright. It was an accident."

I keep staring at my lap. He slowly reaches over and holds my hand. I don't move it away. I just stay silent.

"I promise it's okay." He says quietly. He gets close to me and softly kisses my forehead. I finally get the courage to look at him.

He smiles at me warmly. Which is so unlike him. "Thank you." I whisper.