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twenty eight

.seth.

"He really threw a fucking piece of bread at me Seth."

"I thought it was called a crumpet?"

"Whatever it is! He threw it at me!"

I let out a loud laugh making Roman roll his eyes, "Quit cackling you idiot."

"I don't cackle you dimwit."

He mocks what I said, shaking his head as he walks away. "Roman it was a joke!" I exclaim as he throws a middle finger making me laugh some more. He disappears through the hall that leads to the locker room and as I walk that way I hear a "Mr. Rollins?"

I turn, a techy stands and he looks at me through lazy eyed uttering "Someone wants to see you."

"Who-?"

"Hes in catering, you might not want to make him wait."

I nod, taking a nearby towel and wiping the sweat from my head. I starts to stroll to catering, I even walk by some wrestlers who congratulate me on the match. A good amount are pretty impressed with me, a 20 year old, I even laugh at some jokes they manage to crack.

As I finally gets into catering I locks eyes with the one guy I wanted to see the most. "Mr. Ambrose hes right here, as you asked."

"Thanks Chuck."

Oh fuck, his voice. I can't help the smile that graces my lips and once the techy is gone Dean matches the grin. "Hey asshole." Dean laughs as he goes to hug me tightly. Its surreal, meeting the boy I had longed for, texted for countless amounts of months and just, fuck.

"You're a lot shorter in person."

"Fuck you. You're 3 inches taller, not that much." I breathe out, making him laugh. "Yeah you'd know." I roll my eyes and he let's go. We scan each other before he shoves at me saying "You didn't tell me you were wrestling!"

"You didn't tell me when you got here! You left my ass on read!"

We laugh at the words escaping our mouths and I can't help the smile that doesn't leave my face.

"Do you're really Dean Jonathan Ambrose."

"Unfortunately," I frown at that but he begins to smirk when he utters, looking down at me, "and you're Seth Colby Rollins."

I roll my eyes "How'd you find out my middle name?"

"How'd you find out mine?"

I roll my eyes at the banter making him laugh, it's so nice to put an actual, live person to the boy I was so smitten with.

"You put a great match out-"

"so did you like my match-" we both begin to laugh at the simultaneous comments, "You're a little asshole you know." He tells me, "First you didn't tell me you were wrestling-"

"I technically did, if you read what I sent you so many times. I said I'd be a good wrestler."

"And you were right." He huffs out, he chuckles at this making me do the same. "Anyways, you did great. Who was your partner?"