Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 8

The ringing of a phone awoke Roman. He opened his eyes confused until he realized where he was. A weight on his chest made him look down to see a head full of black, fuzzy hair which made him smile. He untangled himself from the girl laying on top of him and climbed off the bed. He picked up his discarded shorts from the floor and rummaged in the pockets for his phone. He had a missed call. Roman dropped the shorts and walked out of the room while redialing the number. He stood naked in the hall waiting for his friend to pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey man."

"Roooooome! Hey, buddy! Why didn't you pick the phone up?"

"I was sleeping. What's up?"

"Why were you sleeping? It's the middle of the afternoon. lazy ass."

"I-uh.." He glanced back at Taylor's bedroom door. "I was doing some.. strenuous activities I guess, ha. Anyway! Why were you calling? You in town?"

"In town? I'm sitting in the driveway of your lady's house right now."

Roman furrowed his brow. "Why didn't you just knock on the door then? Instead of calling me."Roman rolled his eyes at the over dramatic groan that came through the line.

"Becauuussseee! I would have to like...walk... and like....stand and that's just so much woooork..."

Roman smiled and shook his head. "Ok, so how about I come down there, unlock the door and open it, so you can just walk right in? That sound like a plan?" He could hear his friend's smile.

"Yup. You're the best, Rome."

Roman hung up the phone and walked back into Taylor's room. He put his shorts back on and looked over at the bed to see if Taylor was still that she was well into a deep sleep, Roman walked back out of the room and made his way down the stairs, heading towards the front door. He unlocked the door, ready to greet his guest, but was knocked down by 225 lbs. of lunatic and maybe 7 lbs. of luggage. They landed with a loud thud.

"ROME!"

"Hey, bro."

The blue eyed man frowned. "You don't sound all that happy to see me", he pouted.

"Well, it's kinda hard to be excited when someone's heavy ass drops on you and has their knee on your pancreas..." Roman grunted.

"Oh, sorry." The man said sheepishly as he climbed off his friend. He stuck his hand out to Roman, who grabbed it, and helped lift him to his feet. He let go of his hand only to be pulled into a bear hug by the large man.

"It's good to see you too, bro." Roman pat him on the back once more before releasing him and walking over to the kitchen pulling out two seats for them to sit in. He sat down and waved over to his longtime friend, who swaggered over and plopped down in a chair, his usual crooked smile on his face. The blue eyed man glanced around the room before speaking,

"Nice place, man. Your lady has nice taste.... Speaking of, where is she?"

"Out of town. She has a work thing up in Chicago. She should be back in a couple of days."