25 Days of Ambrollins

Day Eighteen - Canceled Flight

 Dean stood with Roman in line, winter coats on their backs and rolling luggage on the floor at their feet. Both men had their attention turned to their cell phones as they waited in line to board the plane for Florida. It was December and the WWE roster was granted a few days off for the holiday, and while Roman was excited to spend his days off with his wife and daughter, Dean didn't really have anyone to see during the break. When he mentioned this to Roman, the Samoan had immediately told Dean he would be spending Christmas at the Reigns household (of course, he had cleared it with Galina before doing so, though).

"I'm so ready to lean back and relax in first class," Dean grumbled. He ached everywhere, his body ready to drop due to exhaustion.

"I hear ya, man," Roman replied, "That reclining seat and hot towel is calling my name."

"Hopefully this impending storm holds off long enough," Dean commented as he got an alert on his phone, a warning of snow crossing his screen.

"Pst, it fucking better." As if the gods were intentionally working against them, however, the woman at the gate called to have everyone's attention.

"Due to the snow storm, the flight has been canceled. We will let you know when circumstance change, please be patient as we work to figure this out," the woman said and the walked off, avoiding the backlash of all the grumpy passengers.

"Well, fuck me," Roman growled, "I gotta text G and let her know."

Dean groaned, "Let's see if we can't find a few seats to take up before everyone else does," he said. Roman nodded and followed Dean out of line and to a nearby section of chairs. There were a few people already seated, none of which Dean or Roman paid any mind to, but maybe they should have. As they settled into their seats, Dean looked up from across from him and let out a scoff, "Great, just what we needed."

"What?" Roman asked, looking up from his phone to look at Dean, then followed his gaze, "Oh," he grumbled. His eyes met those of Seth's who was looking across from him at his former best friends, his eyes slightly wide, yet tired and even sort of sad.

"Come on," Dean said and moved to get up, but at this point, all the people who had been in line for their canceled flight now sat in the chairs, leaving no spots open for them to move to, "Shit."

"Just ignore him," Roman advised. He shot Seth a look before he slouched in his chair a bit and went back to his phone.

"Yeah, yeah just ignore him," Dean told himself, his eyes still locked with Seth's who still said nothing. Dean broke the eye contact and followed Roman's suit, turning his attention back to his phone. For a bit, Dean was content with pushing the image of Seth out his mind, but as he began getting bored with the content on his phone, Seth popped back into his mind. At this point, the idea of Seth was just exhausting, and made him sadder and annoyed with his betrayal than angry, as he had been for a while.

"Don't think about it," Roman advised, sensing that Dean was getting restless.

Dean huffed, "I just don't get it, why can't I ever escape him?"

"You're letting him get to you and he hadn't even said a word," Roman said, taking his eyes from his phone and throwing Dean a side eye, "Stop letting him get to you."

"He isn't getting to me, he-"

"Yes, he is," Roman interrupted. At this point, he was waiting for Dean Rants About Seth, Dean's weekly issue of how annoying Seth was and how angry Dean was at him and this, that and the other thing about their former partner. The dirty blonde lunatic always had something new to say about Seth, so Roman just sort of let him rant and tuned him out most times.