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Secrets can be poison in a relationship...

so called love story

Dean Ambrose. A man who hates and blames everything on himself. He's arrogant and is an absolute jerk. He hates everything and everyone except his friends. Nikki Bella. A woman who loves. She might be the bad girl on television, but in reality she's a sweetheart. She loves her friends, family, fans, and foes. After getting stuck on an elevator and storyline together, they discover that they dont have much in common. That putting them together made no sense. Yet it felt right. Like something sparked out of nowhere. A man with all the love from the world and a woman hated for her image. Together. But no matter what happens, whether they hate each other or not. They have each other.

"Change your clothes, Nicole." "Change your hairstyle, Dean." "Wear something shorter." "Take off your shirt more." They listened. They obeyed. Why? Because they're scared of not being enough. They're autophobic

"Can't you see? Hollywood pays someone to reenact the struggles I go through daily. So they, you, and everyone else can kiss my unhappy ass." ~Dean Ambrose'

Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Stop treating life like its a fairytale Cause fairy tales end happily aren't real Because 'Sorry' isn't a real word in the real world. Because people just don't 'forgive' and 'forget' Because you'll regret it all that you did in the past And you'll never know which moment will be your last...

'You won't do shit' I text back quickly and turn my phone back off. I honestly enjoyed messing with this weasel. I could imagine him glaring at the screen right now. 'Shut the hell up Ambrose' he sent back to me and I laughed, enjoying the fact that I got a slight rise out of him. 'Make me Rollins' I respond with a smirk and only seconds later he responded. 'I wouldn't make you shut up. Because if i had to 'make you' do anything, I rather be making you scream my name in absolute pleasure and desire' *tempcreds*