Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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I'm struggling to carry my bags down the stairs because I can't stop thinking about Sasha. What she said to me a few days ago has been haunting me since then.

I haven't really talked to Dean. There's so many questions I want to ask him but I just don't know how.

Just because he broke up with Sasha doesn't mean he's into me. So it's not like I can go ask him if he is.

Also I don't want to be so straightforward. Who am I to ask him questions about breaking up with her?

If he didn't tell me it's obviously because he didn't want to. So if I bring it up it'll be like complaining and I have no right to do that. That'd be going over my friend limits.

After I go down the stairs I head to the front lobby door. I'm walking out trying to hold the door with one hand and my bag with the other.

I see Dean standing outside and he looks so very flawless. He's wearing the usual. Shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and boots. He never changes his style and I love that about him. I love everything about him.

The wind blows his beautiful soft hair all over the place. His breathtaking compelling eyes look right into mine.

My heart starts racing and I don't think I'd ever get used to his beauty. Unfortunately this beautiful moment is destroyed when my hand slips and the door hits me right in the face.

Ow.

"Are you okay?" Dean asks alarmed. He opens the door and and I get out with a blushing face. Great impression, Aj.

"I'm fine." I answer embarrassed. My forehead hurts and so does my nose. Nothing compares to the embarrassment I'm feeling right now though.

"Gosh. You're such a klutz payjay." He laughs. This only makes my body get hotter. "It's fine. I think it's adorable."

He smiles and I can't help to smile back. "I didn't even say hi. Hey cutie wootie pautie brat." He grins.

Dean hasn't called me that in a long time. That was his favorite nickname for me. He knew it pissed me off and that's why he said it. I don't mind the nicknames anymore. In fact I miss them so much.

"Hey Ambrose." I answer. "I've been looking for you. I looked in cafeteria, at the gym, even your room."

"How do you know my room number?" I ask. "I always know your room number." He says like it's really obvious. Which it is because he does always know it. Even if I don't tell him.

"Why were you looking for me?" I ask feeling the curiosity in my body. "I needed to talk to you about something."

"Okay. I'm listening." Now I'm feeling more nervous than curious. "I want you to be mine again baby."

I snicker, "Is that a line from a song?" His face breaks into a grin. "How did you know? You witch."

"I'm staring to believe I am one." I chuckle. His grin slowly disappears. "I'm being serious though. That line might be from a song but I want you to be mine again. Literally."

This time I stop smiling. "What?" I choke out. Everything seems to be spinning and I'm freaking out. It feels like I'm drunk but I'm sober and he's sober.

"Sasha and I broke up." He says. I don't say anything because I'm speechless right now. "It took me a while to realize that what I felt for her wasn't love."

"I thought I loved her but I didn't. I didn't know what love was until I met you. That day when I started the plan I didn't think it'd be the beginning of something. You got to know me and you saw the real me. When all of that ended I felt blue. I couldn't understand why. I had Sasha the girl I supposedly loved. I just couldn't understand why I felt empty. When I'm with you I feel complete. I feel happy, I feel alive, I feel loved. No one has made me feel so damn special. I fell in love with you not only for your beauty but for the way you are. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you smile. I love how your eyes sparkle when you talk about your books. I love that we talk about everything. I love how you've told me your insecurities and your flaws. I love the fact that you get excited over little things. I love everything about you. And I'm so sorry it took me so long to realize. I'm so sorry I made you think I didn't care. But trust me I care so much. I want you in my life. I want you. And I don't know what else to say. You're pretty fucking amazing and I'm madly deeply in love with you."

One time when I was eight I was playing around my house. I had the smart idea to climb a tree so I could pretend to fly. Being as clumsy as I was I fell from the tree. Landed right on my back. I felt like a fish with no water because I was struggling so hard to get air in my lungs.

This is what I feel right now. My lungs are screaming for me to breathe but I can't. I'm literally frozen.

It feels like I'm going to faint and I don't know what to do. Dean is looking at me. His lips are moving but I can't hear what he's saying.

Snap back to reality, Aj. "Aj? Aj? Aj!" Dean says shaking me. I finally snap back to reality and inhale sharply.

I start breathing really fast and it feels like I'm dreaming. My emotions are out of control and my eyes starts watering.

Fat tears start spilling from my eyes and my soul starts hurting. "Stop playing with me." I choke out. "You can't do that to me, Dean. You can't say all this and not mean it. That's not fair." I sob.

"Aj, Aj, look at me." He grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. "I'm not lying to you. I promise. I'm so in love you."

This makes my heart jump and I start laughing while crying. "You are?" He nods his head smiling. "Of course I am silly." He kisses my forehead and hugs me.

I hug him back burying my face in his chest. I thought I knew what happiness felt like but I was wrong.

Happiness is having the boy of your dreams confess he loves you. Happiness is finding a person who loves you for you. Happiness is Dean.