6:05 am, a cloudy Thursday a morning.

Roman stood outside on the sidewalk in front of his house, backpack on the ground next to his foot. The relaxing, cool breeze blowing in his face while he looks down the road for his school bus. Not much going through the Samoan's mind. It was just another day of school. Not that Roman hates school or anything. He was a star football player, he made okay grades, and the ladies loved him. That's about as much any male high schooler could ask for. The main reason Roman enjoyed school so much is because it was an escape from home. No, he doesn't have an abusive family, nor is he poor. In fact, Roman is quite privileged. That being because he was born into the famous Soman wrestling family. That's amazing for someone who enjoys wrestling, which isn't him. Roman is forced to continue the tradition of being a WWE wrestler. He, along with his brother and cousins, train 5 times a week in his uncles at home ring. Roman would love nothing more than to focus only on football. That's what he's actually good at. His family gives him a hard time for his lack of wrestling skills, but continues to push him to get better because he has the "Look". Roman loves his family, but he just wants them to understand that Football is his passion, not Wrestling.

Roman finally saw the big, yellow school bus coming down the road. He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. The bus stopped right in front of Roman. When the doors opened, he was greeted by the smile of the bus driver.

"Good morning, Roman." the bus driver said.

"Morning Mr. Woods." Roman said, stepping onto the bus. Only a few kids were on the bus at the moment. Roman was one of the first stops. Roman walked to his usual seat and sat by the window, sitting his backpack next to him. As soon as he was seated, the bus pulled off to go to the next stop. Roman then took out his earphones and put them on. He stared out the window, watching the houses as they passed them. More students were picked up as time went on. Ranging from nerdy kids like Daniel Brian, Sami Zayn, Sasha Banks. To Jocks like Seth Rollins, Antonio Cesaro, Kevin Owens. To popular kids like Dolph Ziggler, Alexia Bliss, Nicki and Brie Bella, and then the normal kids.

The bus stopped in front of a trailer park where one kid lived, and his name was Dean Ambrose, Roman's best friend. The two bonded over sports and music, and not much else. They are almost complete opposites. Roman grew up in a nice house, around plenty of family, while Dean lives in a run-down trailer with his addict father. They're on different sides of the spectrum, but somehow became best friends.

Dean stepped on the bus.

"Sup, Mr. Woods," Dean said to the bus driver.

"Good morning, Dean."

Dean walked over to his and Roman's seat. Roman moved his bag so Dean can sit next to him.

"Sup, man. God, I'm so sick of that place. My dad, came home last night drunk, busting through my room door accusing me of taking money out of his wallet. The asshole doesn't even have a job, he barely has any money anyway." Dean said, taking his backpack off and sitting it between his legs.

Roman shook his head and chuckled.

"Your old man's, a piece of work. I thought you would've learned by now to put a lock on your door." Roman said.

"I've tried that before, the bastard knocked my whole door off the henges. All over a pack of cigs that he lost." Dean said. "The man's a psycho."

"I see where you get it from," Roman said

"I prefer the term lunatic," Dean said. He then reached in his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.

"Here's five of the ten dollars I owe you, this is all my dad had." Dean said

Roman pushed Dean hand away.

"I told you that you don't have to give me the money back. If you need money, a place to sleep for the night or anything just ask, I'll try to help you.

"I'm not a fucking charity case, Roman!" Dean snapped at Roman. The whole bus got quiet, they all looked over at Dean and Roman. Clenching his jaw, he looked away from Roman and extended the five dollars to him.

"Please, just take the money." Dean pleads, still looking away from Roman.

Roman looked at Dean's bowed head and the money his hand. He sighed and reluctantly took the money from Dean.

"I'm just trying to help." Roman said

"I know. You're a good friend, but I can't get used to relying on you for everything. You understand?" Dean asked calmly

"Yeah, I get it." Roman said

Dean nodded.

"I'll give you the other five tomorrow." Dean said.

"Alright." Roman said

Dean turned forward in his seat. Roman wasn't mad at Dean's outburst, he was used to it, he knows how Dean is. He's been through a lot. He had to learn at a young age not to take handouts from anyone. As much as Roman hates to see Dean with no lunch money, wearing the same clothes to school that he wore the day before, or even jacked up from his abusive father, Dean doesn't want his help. Not from Roman, or anyone.

They rode in silence for the rest of the bus ride. The bus stopped in front of the school and everyone stood up to get off.

"Alright, you kids have a nice day at school." Mr. Woods told everyone as they got off the bus.

"Why are you so happy? It's like 7 in the morning. Who's that happy at 7 in the morning?" Seth asked.

"Because I'm alive this morning. Not everyone lives to see a new day. If that's not something to be happy about, then I don't know what is." Mr. Woods responded

"I'd rather die than ride on another bus with this idiot." Kevin mumbled to himself.

"I heard that Owens. Have that same energy when you're late to school because I didn't pick you up." Mr. Woods said

Everyone laughed at response, then made their way to class.