🍕This is short btw ima make the next one a dream hehe🍕
Dreams fall.
"Roman!" I exclaim against his lips, pushing him off.
"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have done that. Oh my god. I'm so sorry." He apologizes, rubbing his forehead.
"No. No. I know it's fine, it's just that was sudden as fuck." I laugh nervously.
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell them. I got out of control." He says, taking my hands and looking me in the eyes.
I shake my head.
"Don't worry about it. It happens." I laugh quietly.
"That's good. 'Cuz I don't really have any regrets so." He shrugs.
"Don't say that..." I mumble as I sigh.
"Let's just go, okay?" I drag him up by the hands and guide him outside.
I drop my hands to my sides.
"Hey-" Dean begins, getting up from the couch.
He approaches me and smiles.
He takes me into a hug and nestles his head in my neck.
"What happened?" He whispers quietly.
"Relationship problems." I mumble against his earlobe before kissing there.
He nods and furthers away.
"So I called Stephanie." Dean says, grinning.
"You're booked against Alicia Fox tomorrow at smackdown." He says.
"Really?" I ask.
"Really." He says and I grin.
"You have to teach me all tomorrow then!" I exclaim, grabbing his hands and jumping up and down.
"I'll do my best, little one." He laughs.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I hug him.
He smooths my hair down as I further away.
He cups my face and turns to the clock on the wall.
"It's getting late." He says.
"Oh." I laugh and he smiles gently.
"I'll order milk and cookies." Seth says, already moving to the room phone.
"You guys want some?" He asks and I laugh, nodding.
He orders them and they are quick to be delivered.
I sit next to Dean, his hand around my shoulder while we share cookies and take turns dipping them in milk.
I fall into his indent on the couch, letting me sink further next to him.
We watch some army movie, of which I have no interest in.
I don't really care though.
More time to think.
I feel my eyes become droopy as I question life once again.
What is the point of living.
We're all going to die.
It sucks being here.
No it doesn't.
It doesn't suck, actually.
I'm going to be living a dream tomorrow.
I have the love of my life.
Everything is okay.
Life is okay.
I slouch into Dean as I become ridiculously drowsy.
My eyelids slowly start to drift to one another.
My face relaxes as I fall asleep on him once again.
The last feeling before the dream is the light touch of a kiss on the top of my head.
