This follows after Sardines and Sprinkles. It's not really necessary to read it to understand this fic, but that one details how Dean meets Lynn in the first place, so it might be helpful. :)
So, after posting Sardines and Sprinkles, I received one of the sweetest reviews ever from Zanderlover, which not only made my-like-month, but also inspired this fic. In the review, Zanderlover requested that I write a multi-chaptered fic with the OC from that one shot and Dean. I initially was very flattered but ultimately was going to dismiss that idea since I don't really write romance. However, after Captainbartholomew and I talked about the request and my reluctance to fulfill it, we ended up outlining an entire fic about Lynn and Dean's first date... So alas, with some amazing encouragement from Captain, here we are. Captain ended up writing this prologue and since she also had a heavy hand in this fic's plot and direction, I'm pretty much saying she's a coauthor. Since she's the Captain, you can call me Admiral... Never mind, never call me that!
Blame/Inspiration: Obviously, Captainbartholomew... But also Zanderlover as well!
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or anything really recognizable. I do own Cayla and Lynn... Or I own Lynn and Captain owns Cayla since she introduced her to this fic... Ehh, details.
Aside: I know this prologue is like OC! OC! But hang on there; Dean is just around the corner (more literally in the first chapter.)
Cayla couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her best friend trudged toward her with frazzled hair, ripped jeans, and yet a smile was plastered across her face. It wasn't a fake smile nor was it her 'I'm going to kill you in your sleep' smile either; it was a genuine, happy smile. As the young woman approached Cayla, she handed her a coffee cup. Cayla tried to contain her enthusiasm while the other woman took a seat beside her at the small table in the local coffee joint. Cayla just wanted to launch into a tirade of questions and once her best friend did that she did exactly that.
"How was it, Lynn?! Was he giant sweetheart? Did he bring you flowers? Did he bring you chocolate? Was SETHIE there? God, tell me he was there! I MUST KNOW, LYNN!" Cayla shouted as Lynn gave her the side eye. Cayla turned to find the whole coffee shop was now staring at her as she cleared her throat, smoothed the absent frills in her clothing, and slowly sat down taking note of the shit-eating grin on Lynn's face.
"You're enjoying this; aren't you?" Cayla questioned as Lynn shrugged at her, currently amused by the situation and chuckling to herself.
"So are you feeling okay?" questioned Lynn. "Yesterday you were telling me to not even go out with the guy."
Cayla returned Lynn's shrug from earlier. "Well, the man does stick forks in people for a living…"
"That was only one time and you know it, Cay," Lynn answered, "And you of all people know that was a gimmick."
"Hey, I'm the best friend and I have to protect you at all costs from whatever psycho comes along," answered Cayla. "But seriously, how as the date?"
Lynn looked down at her coffee cup and mumbled something unintelligible, so Cayla couldn't hear her. The other young woman give her a falsely innocent look and cleared her throat indicating Lynn needed to speak up about what she was saying while Lynn gave the other woman a deathly glare.
"A giant cluster fuck," Lynn answered.
"That bad," Cayla asked as Lynn nodded. "Do I dare ask what happened?"
Lynn took a deep breath and decided to detail Cayla with her story of the first date from hell with the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose. She almost didn't know where to start with the over protective father, singing surrogate brothers who moonlighted as waiters in their free time, or any of the other outrageous things that happened to her last night?
"I should have known it was going to be a long night especially when I found out that he ran into my dad. I think both he and I knew that was the beginning of the end, right then and there."
Please, R&R. I have the entire thing written so I'll post the next section whenever I get the fancy to do so... Or maybe sooner than later since I have no sense of patience.