Roman Reigns Imagines, Etc.

Phone Call📱

You were laying on your bed, reading Roman Reigns fan fiction stories. For the past month, all you could think about was Roman Reigns. You were obsessed with him and it drove everyone crazy, but not you. You got off of wattpad and went on Twitter, you looked up his name (wweromanreigns). He had recently posted something and you favorited. He was making some calls to his fans today and he was looking for a few lucky fans.
His tweet said to send your number in his inbox for a call, you did it and waited. You went to get in the shower for your daily walk through one of the best states you knew: Florida.
After your shower, you got out your clothes: a tight white t-shirt, with jean shorts, and a jean button down shirt and black and no white vans. The button down was unbuttoned, showing off your white tee. Your hair was flattened, you have on black eyeliner, some black mascara, and maroon matte lipstick. You looked into your mirror at your choice of style, you smiled. You got out your black fanny pack purse and put it around your hips, packed: phone, earplugs, lipstick, portable charger and your little Roman Reigns picture.
You walked out the door and headed up your block, you put in your earplugs and blasted them. The song Pon De replay by Rihanna played. You smiled and kept walking. You didn't take the usual trail, considering you were extremely bored. You found a new one, a longer trail.
A moment later, you got home and dropped onto your bed as lazily as possibly. You were still waiting for that call you're guessing will never happen. Plus, he's a celebrity, who knows if he's actually gonna call or not. You sighed and tossed your phone across your bed, then cut on the tv. You flipped through the channels, thinking about when Roman would call.
You spent a few hours watching Teen Wolf. You liked the show, but you decided to start from the beginning. You haven't watched it in so long that you're lost now. You heard your phone rang The truth reigns, Roman's theme. You crawled to the bottom of your bed to pick it up, you saw that the call was unknown. Confusion and worry filled your face.
You answered.

"Hello?", you answered.

"Hey", a deep voice replied.

This wasn't just any deep voice, it was familar.

"Roman?", you asked.

"Yes it is", he answered.

You squealed and jumped up off your bed.

"Ohmygosh", you said.

You heard him chuckle, which made your heart accelerate.

"And your name is?", he asked.

"(Y/n)" you blurted out, "(y/n)".

"Okay (y/n)" he said, "how are you today?".

"I'm fine and yourself?", you replied.

"Same thank you", he said.

"My pleasure", you told him.

You chuckled.

"You sound adorable", he complimented.

"Thank you" you replied, "and you are handsome".

"Thank you", he said.

You heard a chuckle from him.
A moment passed, you were up off your bed and pacing in your room. You kept the normal conversation going as you talked to Roman, refusing to let the conversation die.

"So how's Raw?", you ask.

"Fine", he answered.

"That's good" you told him, "still having beef with Strowman".

He giggled.

"Yeah just rarely anymore", he said.

"I bet I could hit a better spear than you", You pushed.

"Oh you could?", he asked.

"Yup", you replied.

"We'll just have to see about that won't we?", he let out.

"Yeah" you said before a sigh, "one day".

"Why the huffing and puffing?", he asked.

"I'm never gonna be able to see you perform except from the tv screen", you told him.

You listened to him 'hmmm'. You wondered what he was thinking about until he, finally, spoke again.

"I can help with that", he said.

"Huh?".

"I can get you a ticket for the show", he repeated.

"Really?", you asked.

"Yeah I have a spare and don't know what to do with it since my friend bailed on me", he responded.

"You would do that for me?", you asked.

"Anything for a fan", he said.

You started jumping up and down, careful not to make any noise so he couldn't hear you.

"Thank you" you said, "you're the best".

"Welcome", he said.

"This is a dream come true", you said.

"I bet it is" he said, "I can't let a fan down".

"Will you remember me?", you asked with worry in your voice.

"Me...forget a beautiful name like that?" He responded, "nah".

You sniffled, refusing to let your tears of joy escape.

"Thank you so much", you told him.

"My pleasure", he said.

"How am I gonna get in?", you asked him.

"You can call this number back when you get here and I'll tell the guard to let you backstage", Roman explained.

You nodded.

"When you get backstage I'll hand you your front row ticket", he finished.

"Ohgosh thank you", you repeated.

"You're welcome", he said.

"You probably have to go" you said before a sigh, "you have things to do".

"Yeah", he said.

Sadness congested the both of your voices.

"I'll see you soon though", he said.

"You sure will", you told him.

"It was good talking to you (y/n)", he said.

"You too Roman", you said.

You two exchanged chuckles , then hung up.