Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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"Hey." Dean says as he approaches me. "Did you just shower?" I ask Dean as he shakes his wet hair.

"I did. I was super sweaty." He replies grabbing my gym bag along with his. "Good thing I didn't wrestle today. I would've been super sweaty for the date."

"Umm don't you shower here?" He asks. "Uh no." Dean opens the door for us and we walk out the arena.

"Why not?" He asks taking out his keys with his free hand. "I don't know Sasha might try to sabotage my shower."

"Really now? Sasha is a sweetheart." He replies with a chuckle. He shoves our stuff in the back of his car and I roll my eyes. "You only say that because you like her."

He opens the door for me before I do it myself. "No... well yes." I get in and he closes the door behind me. He gets in the drivers seat and turns on the car.

"So I googled some fancy restaurants around here." He says as we approach a stop sign. "Fancy restaurants? I don't think we are dressed appropriate for a fancy restaurant." I laugh looking at my clothes.

I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Dean is also wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "I think we look bomb."

"Okay if you say so. So where exactly are we going?" I ask. Dean hums, "Mmmm... some Italian restaurant. I put the address on the phone and we should be there in twenty minutes."

"Alright cool. What exactly do people do on their monthaversary?" Dean smiles as he turns to the right. "Monthaversary? Is that even a word?"

"Who knows." I reply with a low chuckle. Minutes later we arrive at the restaurant. It does look kind of fancy.

There's also a lot of people here. "Do you think we will be able to get it? It looks pretty full." Dean finds a parking spot at the very end of the parking lot.

"Of course we will be able to get it. If not I'll dirty deed them." He puts his phone in his pocket as we approach the entrance. "You'll probably get arrested."

"Nah." He says opening the door for me. We walk in and there's a short line in front of us. When we finally arrive to the register the lady who asks, "Just two?"

Dean nods and a waitress comes to show us our table. We get a booth and she offers us wine. "Sure." Dean replies. I give him a look because he knows I don't drink.

The lady hands us fancy cups and gives us red wine. After that she hands us the menus and walks away.

"You know I don't drink." I reply staring at the full cup. "I know but it's a special occasion." He puts his glass up and I pick mine up too. "Fine but only one."

"What should be our toast?" He asks still with his cup up. "Umm. I don't know. A toast of us becoming good friends and uh..." I don't know what else to say and then Dean speaks up.

"And a toast to us getting closer to our goals." We bump the glasses together and take a drink. The wine isn't so bad. It's definitely better than other things that I've tried.

"By that you mean your goal of getting Sasha." I start scanning my eyes through the menu. "Yeah and your goal of getting Randy."

I snort still looking at the menu. "What was that?" I can feel him staring at me but I don't look up. "It's just funny that you still think Randy will ever be into me."

"Stop doubting yourself." He says. "I'm not. I'm just being realistic. He's so into Sasha. As much as you are. If they ever break up then nothing will happen between us."

I then realized how pitiful that sounds. I don't want him to have pity for me. "Which is fine." I add quickly looking up at him. He looks like he wants to say something. "You don't have to say anything."

Luckily the waitress approaches us. "Have you guys decided what to eat?" She asks. Dean finally notices the menu and opens it up.

"Uhhh sure. Give me some lasagna." He says. "Same." I quickly say closing the menu. "What kind of sauce would you like?"

"Whatever's fine." Dean says grabbing our menus and handing them to her. "What about you ma'am?"

"I don't care any sauce is fine." The lady nods and walks away. "We are terrible at ordering." Dean laughs.

"We kind of are." I giggle. Dean takes out his phone and he comes sits beside me. "What're you doing?" I ask as he puts his phone up. "Taking a picture. Isn't that what couples do?" He laughs.

"I suppose but oh gosh no. I look awful." I say looking at myself on the phone. "No way. Smile." He puts one arm around me and pulls me closer to him.

He takes the picture and looks at it. "Not bad. Definitely a good memory." He says sitting back in his original side.

We smile at each other for the longest time. Suddenly my smile disappears when I hear hat familiar voice.

"Oh gosh! You guys, it feels like we're always bumping into each other." I turn around and see Sasha with Randy.

"Food good?" Randy asks. "Not sure yet. We haven't tried it." Dean replies. "What's the occasion?"

"Today makes four months of us dating." I say smiling at Sasha. She raises her eyebrows, "Oh is that so? Well congrats." She smiles. Dean looks at her and grins.

They stare at each other for a few seconds until Randy speaks up. "Well we should get going." He says to Sasha. She waves bye and walks away.

"You weren't happy to see her." Dean says once she's away. I shrug and pretend to be looking around the restaurant.

"What's wrong?" He asks. When I saw Sasha all the anger I had while ago returned. "I don't like the way she doesn't appreciate you or Randy."

"What do you mean?" I take a deep breath before I continue. "She takes you and Randy for granted. I just don't think it's fair that you're going through all of this while she calls you her puppy."

"What?" Crap. I said too much. I look down at my lap. "Nothing forget it." I say grabbing the wine glass. I pretend to be drinking out of it and Dean keeps looking at me.

"No. Tell me." He replies. "I just... Paige umm... and... and... well-" Dean cuts me off before I keep blabbing. "Aj."

He almost never calls me Aj. When he does it makes me feel like he's scolding me. "Fine. Paige told me that Sasha said that you were still in love with her. She said that you were like a puppy and...and that she broke up with you because you loved her too much."

Dean keeps a straight face when I'm telling him. This only makes me more nervous. I'd rather see some sort of expression on his face than a blank one.

The waitress approaches us with our food and hands it to us. "Anything else?" We both shake our heads no and she walks away.

Dean starts eating his food and I take an actual sip of wine. I look down at my food and I've suddenly lost my appetite.