Honeymoon Avenue - Roman Reigns

Chapter 2

*Dean's POV*

"Aren't you supposed to be waiting on someone?" asked Colby, more popularly known as Seth Rowlins.

The guys and I were hanging out in the RAW arena, lounging around before the show which started in a couple hours. 

"Yeah. Ross sent a text a couple hours ago saying he just left. He should be here soon," I answered him. Ross, my cousin, stuck me with some stupid brat that is supposed to be his stepson. Chris I think it is? I really don't know nor do I care fot that matter.

Ross describes him as 'out of control' so he believes some time with me would straighten him out. I had to literally beg Vince to allow this. The stupid things we do for family.

"Uh, hello? Jonathon? I'm supposed to be looking for a Jonathon but my dickwad of a stepfather didn't really describe you well!" 

Seth chuckled.

I walked out our locker room and saw a girl with dark hair walking up the hall.

"Hey! Kid!"

She turned around and gasped then started walking back. "Dean Ambrose?" I nodded.

Great, a fan.

"Also known as Jonathon by friends and family. Uh, Chris right? Um, aren't you supposed to uh... not have boobs?"  I asked.

The girl looked slightly shocked that I actually asked that.

"They told you I was a dude?! What the fuck is wrong with them?! Even though its really cool that asswipe's cousin is apart of the Sheild but cmon! " she screamed at no one in particular. She seemed to remember that I was in the hallway as well.

"Hi, sorry for my bad manners. I'm CrisTEN, Ross' stepDAUGHTER." She stuck her hand out and I shook it. Gotta admit, she has a strong grip for a chick.

"Uh, follow me I guess. You're gunna be staying with me and my friends for the next year. Do you have any weapons on you?" I asked, turning to her before we entered the room.

"Why in God's name would I have a weapon?" she asked confused.

"But, uh, nothing nevermind." I'm really gotta have a talk with Ross for this bullshit.

We entered the locker room and she lingered by the door, looking at Roman an Seth with awe.

"Christen, this is Leati and Colby, also known as Roman Reigns and Seth, as you probably already know." She noddded.

"Aren't you supposed to be a guy?" asked Seth.

"Ross fucked up," I answered for Christen. She just agreed with what I said.

"Make yourself at home I guess? Sorry, I'm not good at this crap," I confessed.

"Really? It really didn't seem so," she said sarcastically. I growled. A smartmouth.

She grabbed her suitcases and went to sit on the couch on the opposite side of Roman and Seth. There was a disturbing awkward silence in the room.

"Soooooo," started Seth, probably noticing how uncomfortable everyone was.

'"You watch WWE often?"

"Not all that much but i do watch," she answered.

"Where you from?" asked Seth.

"Detroit."

"Nice sweater," commented Roman.

"Thaaannks," she dragged out.

"Why'd they ship you out here?" asked Seth again.

"What is this? 20 questions?" she snapped. Seth raised his hands in defense and I chuckled at that. Maybe her being a smartmouth wasn't that bad, once she didn't have it with me.

Her phone lit up. She looked at it, made a face and threw it on the table. The caller ID said 'mom'

"Bad blood?" I asked.

"You can say that," she said in a small voice, definitely not the one she used since she got here. Her mom calling must have struck a chord. 

*Normal POV (Christen's)*

The cab dropped me off at an arena in Chicago. The fuck? Chicago?!

I walked into the building. I saw an elevator and decided to use it. 

"This dickwad could not have left me more clueless," I muttered. Oh boy was I wrong.

"Uh, hello? Jonathon? I'm supposed to be looking for a Jonathon but my dickwad of a stepfather didn't really describe you well!" 

I heard a door open but I paid it no mind. Probably just some nosey person wanting to know who was making noise.

"Hey! Kid!"

I turned around and gasped then started walking back. No fucking way.

"Dean Ambrose?" He nodded.

"Also known as Jonathon by friends and family. Uh, Chris right? Um, aren't you supposed to uh... not have boobs?"  he asked. Did he really just ask that? Maybe I heard wrong? He.. huh?

Wait what ?!?!?

"They told you I was a dude?! What the fuck is wrong with them?! Even though its really cool that asswipe's cousic is apart of the Sheild but cmon! " I screamed at no one in particular. Fuck! Really? This asswipe could not have been more fuckish! My inner rant was cut short when I remembered Dean was still in this hallway with me.

"Hi, sorry for my bad manners. I'm CrisTEN, Ross' stepDAUGHTER." I stuck my hand out and he shook it. He looked surprised at my grip. Yes yes, I'm a chick with a man's grip. 

Sue me.

"Uh, follow me I guess. You're gunna be staying with me and my friends for the next year. Do you have any weapons on you?" he asked, turning to me before we entered the room.

"Why in God's name would I have a weapon?" I asked confused. God gosh what did the fuckard really tell him?

"But, uh, nothing nevermind." 

We entered the locker room and I stayed by the door, looking at Roman an Seth with awe. I'm in the presense of the freaking shield for cryig out loud!

"Christen, this is Leati and Colby, also known as Roman Reigns and Seth, as you probably already know." I noddded.

"Aren't you supposed to be a guy?" asked Seth.

"Ross fucked up," answered Dean. I agreed. 

"Make yourself at home I guess? Sorry, I'm not good at this crap," Dean stated.

"Really? It really didn't seem so," 

I grabbed her suitcases and went to sit on the couch on the opposite side of Roman and Seth. There was a disturbing awkward silence in the room.

"Soooooo," started Seth, probably noticing how uncomfortable everyone was. Please don't ask questions, please don't ask questions.

'"You watch WWE often?"

And he asked a question.

"Not all that much but i do watch," I answered.

"Where you from?" asked Seth.

"Detroit."

"Nice sweater," commented Roman.

"Thaaannks," I drawled, getting rather annoyed with the situation.

"Why'd they ship you out here?" asked Seth again.

"What is this? 20 questions?" I snapped, finally having enough. Seth raised his hands in defense and Dean chuckled.

My phone lit up. I looked at it and it was mom. The fuck you calling for bitch? I scoffed and threw my phone on the table that was in the middle of the room.

"Bad blood?" asked Dean.

"You can say that," I said.

I sighed.

There goes my mood.