Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

One of the Guys

The next morning I was up bright and early and waiting outside the motel with my case. Under any other circumstances I would have been proud – washed, dressed and ready to go long before my accustomed hour – but my triumph was lessened considerably by the fact that I hadn't actually slept.

I mean, how could I after everything that had happened? In the course of one day I had been chased by a security guard, met my father, met my wicked stepmother, agreed to a paternity test and nearly been kissed by an incredibly hot guy who had told me he cared about me. Well, okay, he said he wanted to keep me safe. Which was basically the same thing, right? Either way my head had been spinning and sleep had been virtually impossible after that.

In short, I had never been more tired in my life.

Then there was the fact I missed my mom. God she'd have loved to hear all of this. I could practically hearher gushing about Dean and how tall and strong and handsome he was. But that was just it, I couldn't hear her and I wouldn't be able to ever again. It sucked and I had spent a good hour just crying, making my pillow all soggy and wet. The grey light of dawn creeping in through the drapes had been almost a blessing since it meant I could get up. Keeping busy was the only way through it and it was that determined mind-set that had meant I was waiting as The Shield boys pulled up at seven thirty on the dot.

"Wow," Seth whistled, as he clambered out and picked my bag up, "Someone's keen to go."

He'd left the passenger side door open and I could see Dean leaning through from the driver's seat.

"Morning," I offered brightly, unable able to see his expression thanks to a pair of snappy looking shades. He was wearing a black shirt with a black cap turned backwards and although on someone else it might have looked ridiculous, on him it looked perfect and pretty sexy too. My tongue ran over my bottom lip instinctively and I thought I saw him hitch a little smile.

"Right back at ya Princess."

I giggled like a schoolgirl and then blushed heavily.

For god sakes Lauren, don't make it so obvious.

Clearing my throat I turned back to Seth, who was shunting my suitcase into the back.

"Thanks. Seth right? I'm Lauren. I mean, I know we spoke on the phone before and sort of met in person last night but it was all kind of shouty so we're weren't introduced properly."

He took my outstretched hand with a smile, although he couldn't help but also look bewildered as well,

"Uh, yeah, hi. It's nice to properly meet you too."

As I spun towards one of the back doors, Dean's voice called me from the front. When I glanced in, he was tapping his palm against the spare seat on the passenger's side,

"Not so fast Lauren – you're up here with me."

"Um, is that supposed to be a treat or a punishment?"

He flashed his teeth at me, effortlessly cool,

"What do you think?"

"Little bit of both?"

"Cute answer. Now would you hurry up and get your ass in here?"