Disclaimer I don't own Dean Ambrose or any other WWE characters in this story. I only own Vanessa, and the plot.
A/N: Okay, so I've been thinking about this for a few days now. I've chosen to delete everything I've posted, and write Vanessa and Dean the way I had originally planed on writing them. I hope you enjoy.
"Growth is painful. Change is nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong." —Mandy Hale
Buzz, Buzz.
Vanessa slowly let out a deep breath as she rolled over and placed her hand on top of her phone. She knew she still had about an hour left of sleep before she had to get out of bed and meet the boys down stairs for their weekly breakfast before they started their tour for the week. A loud groan escaped her lips as the bright light from her phone hit her in the face.
'I hate the way we left things before you left.' -Liam
Another deep breath escaped into the air as she placed her phone down on her chest and laid there in the quietness of her room. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about the current status of her and Liam's relationship. She wasn't even sure if there even was one anymore. Whatever she had been feeling when she agreed to marry him, just wasn't there anymore. She felt bad about it too. He had been there for everything over the past year and a half, he didn't deserve this from her. It wasn't all her fault either, she had changed over the past couple of months. The way she looked at things now was a far cry from the way she had before.
"I should probably get up." She mumbled to herself as she slowly sat up. She let her phone roll down the side of her chest and onto the bed. Her hazel eyes looked at it for a few moments, almost as if she was contemplating texting him back. "You have a big match tonight. Drama is the last thing you need."
Her long, curly, brown hair brush over her shoulders as she got out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. She slowly began to fix her makeup after she had changed her clothes. Normally she wasn't one to care about what she looked like this early in the morning, but her job required her to look and act like she did. Once she was done with her daily routine, she grabbed her key card and began to make her way down stairs.
"You're early." She heard a husky voice say as she walked out of the elevator. "Normally Seth and I are sitting here wondering if it will be you or Dean to show up last."
"I couldn't sleep." She mumbled. "To much going on up here."
"You wanna talk about it?" He questioned.
Her teeth grazed over her lip as she thought about everything that had gone on over the past twenty four hours. Should she tell him the full story, or just the major details before Seth and Dean showed up. If she did, that would probably go into a conversation that included them. Seth would be able to handle it, Dean on the other hand...probably not.
"Not really." She said, sitting down across from him. "Just some stuff with Liam."
"Dude, you could not pay me enough to plan a wedding at this point in my life." Roman replied before taking a drink of his coffee.
"Right." She softly said, as she began to play with the rim of her cup.
She slowly ran her finger around the edge until Seth showed up. He didn't say anything to her, just softly kissed the top of her head and sat down beside her. If anyone was the closest to her out of the three, it was him. He was the one she went to when she needed to make a major choice in her life. One would say it could be because he was getting married to her twin sister, but their connection was deeper than that. Seth understood the way her mind worked when she needed someone to understand it.
"Hey, look who finally decided to roll out of bed and join us." Roman said, pulling her attention to Dean sitting down beside him. "Maybe you can pull this one out of her funk."
"Why are you in a funk?" Dean quickly questioned, ignoring Roman's comment about how he was late.
"Just...stuff." She replied. "Nothing major."
"It has to be pretty major if you're not talking to anyone." Seth stated.
"Do you guys seriously want to sit her and listen to me talk about wedding crap and how hard it is?" She asked, sitting up in her seat as all three shook their heads in unison. "Didn't think so."
The table quickly grew quiet after the words came out of her mouth. It was clear to them that she wanted to be left alone with her issue, and she would tell them about it when the time was right. It would probably be Dean, considering he was her sidekick, but eventually it would get passed around the group. Once they were done eating, and talking about how they thought this leg of the tour was going to go each of them made their way back to their rooms to gather their things so they could be on their way.
"You sure you don't wanna talk about it?" Dean questioned as he put his hand on one of her bags and threw it over his shoulder.
They walked in silence for a few minutes before they were alone again. It wasn't until then she decided it was okay to finally share what was going on with someone. Who better than the one that was the reason for all of the issues.
"I'm moving." She said, shifting her weight from one foot to another.
"You guys are selling the house?" He questioned. "I thought you loved that house."
"I do, I just...I can't live there if there are terms and conditions ya know?" She replied.
"Do I wanna know these terms and conditions?" He scoffed.
It was no secret that Dean wasn't a big fan of Liam. He hated the way he was so needy and treated Vanessa while she was on the road. According to him the dude thought he had to be in the back of her pocket twenty four seven.
"I have to stop being friends with you." She stated, sending a look across his face that she had never seen before.
"What?!" He nearly yelled. "That's fucking stupid."
"Dean, chill it's not going to happen." She replied, putting her hand on the side of his arm. "Remember I said I'm moving? Hopefully I can find a place to stay by the end of the tour."
"Vegas is always open." He replied.
"Like I'm going to be able to find anything in Vegas in less than a week." She replied. "The only way I'm going to be able..."
"Look, we have a winner." He replied, as the facial expression from earlier was replaced with the smile she was used to seeing every time she saw him.
"Dean, I can't stay with you. That's crazy, you don't have enough room." She stated.
"I have more than enough room Nessa, besides I just wouldn't feel right if my main girl didn't have a place to stay knowing I didn't offer her one." He said, slowly taking a step forward.
"Fine, I'll stay with you, but if I find something more permanent..." She said.
"I won't be offended." He finished.
A/N: Finally! Something I'm content with. I can't wait to take you down this road with Vanessa and Dean. I'm very excited about this, and I hope it works out the way I want it too. I'm really trying to push myself to write longer chapters as well, but some of them will probably still be short. Let me know what you think!
