Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Putting On The Moves

As promised, the House Shows were better than awesome. They were low-key, intimate, enjoyable affairs and without the cameras, the timings and management, I really began to get into my stride.

Not only was I learning names – and retaining them – but I was also learning how to find my way around and by the third day I felt like I actually belonged there. I felt like I was part of the team. It also helped that I barely saw the Wyatts, other than the odd wisp of wild facial hair. Dean had been adamant about me staying away from them and given that they were still our roach suspects, I was more than happy to keep to my word. It didn't exactly stop Bray from staring but I could cope with him as long as that was all it was.

Another added bonus was getting to know Matt and we quickly managed to become good friends. The truth was I had always wanted a camp gay friend and he had clearly been missing a quirky brunette sidekick. Our friendship was simply meant to be and so as the show wrapped up on the Sunday evening – and people started to thread back to their rooms – I merrily said yes when he invited me out clubbing and skipped off back to the hotel with The Shield.

It was at that point however that my plans unraveled as I excitedly shared my invite with the guys,

"No way," Dean answered, arms folded bluntly, "No way in hell are you goin' out tonight."

"But – I already said I would."

"Then tell him you can't."

I blinked,

"What? Why?"

Roman and Seth were moving about awkwardly, carrying luggage from room to room and occasionally giving me a friendly look of warning that I interpreted as careful, don't push him too far.

"Because our job is to keep a fuckin' eye on you Lauren, so if you go, one of us has to go too and we've just spent the last few days getting pounded, so the answer's no. It's not happenin', alright?"

I frowned,

"I'm not asking you for permission Dean, I'm letting you know that I'm going out. I appreciate that you want to look out for me and everything, but I don't need a babysitter. You guys can stay here."

Dean dropped his arms to his sides in frustration and muttered a string of cuss words into the air,

"Lauren, there's no way in hell I'm lettin' you go out, not on your own."

"But I'm going with Matt."

He blinked at me for almost five seconds then frowned in confusion,

"Matt the runner? Built like a stick? Camper than Nathan fuckin' Lane in The Birdcage?"

"Um, yep, that's the one."

"What the fuck, Lauren?" he barked in astonishment, "You'd probably be better off on your own. How the hell is he supposed to protect you?"

"I don't – ugh – protect me from what?"

Behind us Seth crossed over to the minibar and took out a beer before sitting back on the couch. Clearly our argument was primetime viewing and that was further confirmed when Roman took a seat. Great, we had ourselves an audience. Dean however didn't seem to care.