Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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"We have your room ready." Dean moms say as we enter the house. It's roomy and cosy. Their house is decorated very beautiful.

"I suppose you two are sharing a room, right?" She asks looking at us. Dean and I immediately look at each other.

Dean is about to speak up but I interrupt, "Yes." Dean gives me a look but I ignore it. "Great! Well then you two will stay at Deans old room."

"So this is where you use to sleep huh?" I ask as I look around. He nods putting out stuff down. "Yes ma'am."

I'm looking at old pictures and I smile when I come across a picture of Dean. He looks about six or seven and he's laughing. I know for a fact is Dean because he hasn't changed a bit.

Dean speaks up. "Why didn't you get a room for yourself?" I stop smiling and turn around to him. "Sorry. I just didn't want to make your mom suspicious and I-"

"It's fine. I was just wondering." He says. "I mean I could get another room if it bothers you." I whisper. "No. It's fine. We could have fun."

He looks at me with a smirk and I blush. "Dean." I say looking away with red cheeks. "Kidding. I'm kidding pookie." He says waking by me and kissing my head.

"Want something to drink? Eat?" He asks. "No thank you." I answer. "Come on let's look around." He says grabbing my hand.

We walk to the basement that's full of toys. "These are all of my toys and my brothers." He says as he grabs a soccer ball.

"I see your parents kept them all." I say glancing around. "My mom. She's so sentimental and keeps everything. She gets attached to stuff easily." He laughs.

"She's a sweet lady." I say. "Yeah. Sometimes too sweet." He says shaking his head with a smile. "Can I ask something?"

"Go ahead my pumpkin pie." He answers as he bends down to look at some old baseball bats. "Did you tell your parents about Sasha?"

"What?" He asks not looking up. "Did you tell your parents about Sasha?" I repeat. "No. Don't think so." He mumbles.

"Ohh." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Why?" He asks. "Because your mom confused me for her." I try to sound as casual as I can.

This seems to intrigue Dean and he gets up looking at me. "Seriously?" He asks. I nod my head, "Well she said that she thought I'd look different. She said you had mentioned that you liked a girl with pinkish hair. And well..."

"Oh gosh. I told them that forever ago. I can't believe my mom still remembers." Dean says. "Well you'll soon be able to present Sasha as your official girlfriend to your mom."

Dean turns around and ignores my comment. "Hey here's my old bike." He wipes some dust of it and smiles as he looks at it.

"How do you feel about riding a bike downs the neighborhood?" He asks looking at me. "Riding a bike? On a freezing December day?" I chuckle and he smiles nodding.

"Come on." He says grabbing the bike. He presses a button and the garage door opens. The cold freezing air hits us as he we step out.

The door automatically closes behind and he gets on the bike. "Come on get behind me and hold on tight."

I do as he says and hold on to his neck. "This is a crazy idea." I say shivering. "I'm all about crazy baby." He says bending his head back and smiling.

I look at him smile and feel myself smile. "I know Ambrose." I reply. He blows me a kiss and looks ahead.

"Ready?" He asks and I nod stupidly. He can't see me but he begins anyways. The air is hitting us as he's riding down the street.

My body turns numb and my hair is flying everywhere. It feels nice though. Something about this is peaceful and enjoyable.

"When I was younger I use to ride around all the time. I got this bike for my eleventh birthday."

"Bikes never really got my attention." I say. I look around the neighborhood. "They're the best." He says.

"They are kind of fun." I notice that all of the houses around have many similarities. They look almost identical.

"Put your arms up." He says. "What? I will fall." I say grabbing on tighter. "No you won't. Just for a brief second. Come on."

"No, no, no. I don't want to die. Not today anyways." Dean laughs. "You won't die tinkerbell."

"Dean I swear if I get hurt-" he cuts me if. "Come on! Don't be a chicken." I snort, "I'm not a chicken."

"Yes you are." He starts making chicken noises and I smack him on his chest. "Come on." I groan closing my eyes. "Okay. Fine."

My hands are shaking as I slowly let go of his hands. Dean slows down a bit as I start raising my hands.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I raise my hands. The air is hitting me and with my hands up in the air it feels like I'm flying.

I smile as I raise my hands higher. I'm too busy enjoying the moment that I don't hear Dean. He stops abruptly and I fall right on my face.

"Shit." I hear Dean says as he approaches me. "Payjay! Are you okay? Oh my gosh I'm sorry! A dog ran in front of me and I had to stop. I'm so sorry."

He helps me sit up and I start laughing. Dean looks at me confused. "I'm okay." I answer with a laugh.

"Why're you laughing? Are you just laughing because you want to cry? I'm sorry!" He says panicking. "No. Dean I'm really okay. I just scratched my knees a bit. I'm fine though. It was kind of funny."

Deans face breaks into a grin. "It was. Wasn't it?" He says. I nod my head and he helps me up.

"Come on let's go so I can fix that." He says pointing to my dirty jeans. When I slid across the pavement it sort of ripped.

He gets on and I get on behind him this time holding him tighter.