Opposites Attract (A Dean Ambrose story!)

06 ; make mistakes.

Chapter 6:

chapter theme song: i'm not in love by 10cc

Make Mistakes.

What am I doing with my life? Dean thought to himself as he downed another shot of whiskey, probably his tenth. 

It was the night of Battleground, and Dean was set to have his match against Seth. Lately, Things haven't been going correctly for him. He lost one of his closest friends weeks after finding out that he had slept with the girl he thought he was in love with. Dean has so much pent up frustration and anger against Seth that he let it get the best of him. He attacked Rollins backstage, and was kicked out of the event, which gave the victory to Seth.

"I'm a fucking idiot..." He slurred, his hand running through his already disheveled hair that desperately needed a cut. He felt like everything was slipping though his fingers, both career-wise and romantically. He really did like Skye, and he missed her. Terribly. 

"Fuck it..." Dean slammed down the shot glass, getting up a bit too fast, he wobbled a bit. "Sh-shit..." He regained his balance, walking out of the hotel bar and to the elevator. He was going to fix this. As best as he could.

Skye was laid down in her bed, her T.V. on but she wasn't paying much attention to it. Ring Of Honor was on, and she liked to just have it as noise. She liked listening to wrestling even. "How did my life find me in this situation..." She whispered to herself as she re-adjusted her laying position with her 3DS. 

Suki was a huge Pokemon nerd. She'd watch the anime every morning, she'd participate in the trading card games and she owned a copy of every single Pokemon game released. Skye told herself she'd never get that far into anything, much less something as mundane as Pokemon. But there she laid, playing Pokemon X, training up her fire typed fox in which she named 'Dansune'.

Her training was interrupted by several loud bangs on her hotel room door, startling her. She closed her 3DS, setting it on the nightstand before pacing to the door. "Hey, what the fuck!" She yelled out, swinging the door open to find Dean Ambrose leaning up against the door frame. 

"Y-You...you little shit..." Dean lifted a hand to point at the shorter, colorful-haired woman. Skye's eyebrows knitted, her heart beat picking up. There was no way she'd ever think Dean would be at her door ever again. She pretty much assumed he hated her, and wanted nothing to do with her anymore. "M-Me?"

Dean invited himself in, using the walls to guide him so that he didn't fall over. "H-How...how did you d-do that? I was fine being alone!!" His voice raised, whipping around to stare at her. Maybe it was the beer goggles, but Skye just looked gorgeous, despite looking confused. "You and your...adorable fucking face..." His voice was lowered down to a whisper, stepping closer and closer towards her. 

Skye stepped backwards with each step he took, letting out a breath. "D-Dean, stop it. You're drunk." She put her hands out to stop him from coming any closer. The smell of whiskey was blown into her face, causing her to wince a bit. Dean wasn't moving at all. 

His eyes were trained onto Skye, seemingly boring into her soul. Skye let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

In a split second, Dean had grabbed her by the sides of her face, crashing their lips together. Skye squealed, her hands instinctively pushing him backwards with all the strength she had (which, admittedly, wasn't much compared to the strength he had). She finally got him to let go, breathing heavily. "What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought you hated me!!!"

"I do hate you." Dean replied simply, his hands snaking around her waist. "You're insufferable and loud and obnoxious." Skye cleared her throat, her hands pressing on his chest. "I hardly understand what you're meaning by this."