Dean sat on a barstool at the end of the lengthy bar, drowning in Captain Morgan. A frown was set in the young man's face as he delved deep in to his deep and depressing thoughts. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been questioning everything lately - things that wouldn't cross the average person's mind more than once or twice in their lifetime.
'Was anything really with the effort anymore?"
He often found himself pondering things of this nature. A question that crossed his mind constantly chilled him to the very bone. He couldn't figure out the answer.
'Do I really want to live anymore?'
Whenever he thought of this, another thought infiltrated his mind.
'Roman Reigns.'
Dean wouldn't admit it, but he was falling for the Samoan, and found himself unable to help it. He'd found himself starting at the man with an interest. As his eyes would skim over the powerhouse of the Shield, a smile would spread across his face; not his usual, cocky smirk, but a genuine smile that rarely ever graced his face.
But, nonetheless, Dean knew that Roman wouldn't feel the same way. Why would he? He was a lunatic, what chance did he have with someone like Roman. Her probably didn't even swing for Dean's team.
So Dean took a last swig of his rum, and ordered another shot.
He really needed to get wasted tonight.
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Kaitlyn sat on the edge of the bathtub. A black bath towel sat on her lap, and a shiny razor was in her right hand. She ran the cool metal against her finger tips. She felt something wet hit her fore arm and looked down, examining the slight puddle of water on her arm. She began wiping at her eyes.
"Really?" She growled to no one in particular. "I'm fucking crying?" She wiped her bloodshot eyes free of tears and bright the razor down on her wrist. The sharp metal dug in to her wrist, giving her the release she craved. She bit her lip as she repeated the process over and over again. The blood trailed down her arm and she almost smiled. She started at the bloody, crimson mess she'd made for a few minutes, but a knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Kait? It's Seth, I know you're in there. I tried calling your phone, and it went off by the door." A raspy voice spoke.
"J-just a second Seth, I'll be out in a second!" Kaitlyn panicked and began cleaning up as quickly as she could. She grabbed the sweatshirt she'd discarded on the floor earlier and threw it on, keeping the sleeves down. She looked around. She knew she didn't exactly have time to clean, so she decided to do what she could and just keep Seth out of the bathroom. She threw her razor in the medicine cabinet and quickly used eye drops in a desperate attempt to get the redness to go away. She walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to the hotel room.
"Hey." Seth said with a charming smile.
"Hey." She replied. He lifted up a plastic bag.
"I brought every SAW movie and chips," He stepped inside. "So we're haning out tonight." Kaitlyn smiled and they walked over to the TV, put in the first movie, and let the movie marathon commence.
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Three hours later, Dean felt a large hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a pair of icy blue eyes.
"C'mon Dean. You've had enough." Roman spoke, his tone serious. Dean sighed and grudgingly got up, left money on the bar, and walked out with Roman. They sat in silence as Roman drove.
"On a scale of 1-10, how drunk would you say you are right now?" Roman asked after ten minutes of quiet. Dean shrugged.
"A 9.9, I guess." Roman sighed and continued driving.
"And the chances of you remembering tonight are?"
"Nonexistent."
"I guess its time to let the cat out of the bag, then."
"Cat?" Dean slurred. "What cat? We have a cat?" Roman sighed.
"Dean, I'm gay." Dean looked up.
"You are?" Roman stiffly nodded. "Wow." Roman looked at him.
"What?" Roman asked.
"Nothing, I just thought that -"
"Thought what?" Roman asked eagerly.
"I thought I was the only one..." Dean looked down and played with his hands.
"You're gay?" Roman asked, somewhat shocked. Dean shook his head.
"Bi. But I'm interested in a guy right now." Dean stated. "Well a lot more than interested. I honestly think I'm in love with him." Roman looked over at him.
"Who?" Dean's green eyes looked in to Roman's blue ones for a split second before he looked back on to the road.
"You promise not to tell?" Dean asked in an innocent voice. Roman chuckled at Dean.
"Yes Dean, I promise."
"Pinky promise?" Dean asked, still sounding child like. Roman laughed lightly again before linking pinkies with Dean.
"Pinky promise."
"Roman, I'm in love with you." Roman's ice blue eyes widened. He kept quiet for a while, thinking what was just said to him through.
"No you don't." He finally said after a lengthy pause. Dean looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at me, Dean!" Roman sighed. "I'm not lovable. All I'm good for is wrestling. Nothing more."
"Roman?" Dean asked quietly. "Do you love me? Like the way I love you?"
"More than you'll ever know."
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Kaitlyn had fallen asleep halfway through the second movie. How, Seth had no clue; he'd been terrified for all of them. He looked at his watch and sighed. It was 2:30 in the morning and he really didn't want to walk back to his room. He knew Kait wouldn't mind him spending the night, so he maneuvered her off of the couch and gently shook her awake.
"Kait, wake up." Her hazel eyes fluttered open and looked up.
"You're spending the night, aren't you?" Kaitlyn guessed. Seth nodded. "There are two beds, so you don't have to sleep on the couch." She got up and walked over to her bed, an promptly fell down on to it, falling back in to a relaxing sleep. Seth yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked over and saw that Kaitlyn was already asleep. He smiled slightly at her sleeping figure.
'She's so beautiful.' Seth thought to himself. Suddenly, he felt a headache coming on. He walked in to the bathroom and blindly reached in to the medicine cabinet. He felt his finger prick the corner of something sharp.
"The fuck?" He asked himself. He looked inside and pulled out a razor, still wet with blood. He felt his heart drop in to his stomach and his eyes widened with panic. He took the razor in hand and walked back towards Kait's bed. Knowing she was a heavy sleeper, he gently tugged on her sleeve enough to reveal her fore arm. His eyes widened, even more, if possible, at the sight.
Kaitlyn's left arm was completely mutilated. Old scars and new cuts littered her wrist. Seth kicked himself for not figuring it out sooner. He shook Kaitlyn awake, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep until he talked with her about this.
"Kait, wake up, we need to talk." He watched as the diva sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Kait, what's on your wrist?" He asked quietly. She looked down and realized her wrist was exposed. Panic built up in Kaitlyn and she couldn't speak.
"I-it's nothing." She finally managed to get out.
"Kait," his voice was soft. He took her wrist and turned it upwards. "This," he stated, gesturing to the cuts on her wrist. "Isn't nothing. This is a big deal."
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" She pleaded. Seth sighed.
"No, but please let me try to help you?" His brown eyes showed his honesty, and for the first time in God only knows how long, she felt loved.
"Okay." She muttered. It was barely audible, but it was there. He smiled at her sand she forced one back. He approached her slowly and gave her a hug. She immediately hugged him back. She didn't know why, but she loved the way he hugged. Then again, at this rate, she loved everything about him.
'Hell, I love him in general.' Her eyes snapped open at that, and she felt a fear pick up in her.
'Oh my god, I'm in love with my best friend.'
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