AN: I listened to Pain, by three day's grace, and then looked at all my stories on here. I noticed that all of them have Sheamus in one form or another, either as the main character or in a brief cameo. i thought i would try to write one without my favorite redhead. Not technically a oneshot, but it will be short. Please Review, it keeps me alive!
Dean Ambrose sat awkwardly next to Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins and sighed. They were in the middle of a movie when the two just spontaneously started making out. Ugh. He could almost hear their facial hair scuffing against one another. There was only a week left till their debut, and were these two doing what he had suggested and bonding over a movie? No, they were swapping spit like there was no tomorrow. And Ambrose was left out again. For the umpteenth time. He kept waiting for them to remember he was there, but they never did. He cleared his throat loudly and Reigns mumbled something about finishing the movie later before he carried Rollins to the back of the trailer and slammed the door.
Ambrose huffed with frustration and shook his head, turning the TV off. He trudged slowly to his bunk in the trailer hallway, and fell atop it fully clothed. He lay there with a pillow over his ears, trying to drown out the sounds coming from Reigns and Rollin's room, sighing once again as he felt the tortured, lonely feeling creep up once again. He lay there motionless and soundless as two small tears of despair rolled down the side of his face, and he wiped them away quickly, rubbing his eyes and sighing.