Seth sat on a bench in the locker room he shared with his teammates. He was currently eating chips with Dean, watching Roman flip shit, "Here we go again."

"Shut up and pass me the bag." Dean snatched the bag of potato chips, then popped the salty snack into his mouth. "Ow lon ooo ill-

"What?" Seth asked him. Dean had a weird habit of talking when his mouth was full.

Before Dean could repeat himself, a water bottle was hurled toward their corner of the room; water splattering everywhere. Roman was still destroying the locker room.

"What the hell, man?" Seth asked, gripping the bag of chips and holding his hands in the air.

"Roman…" Kaitlyn said as she came stumbling through the door. Roman was pacing back and forth. He hadn't noticed her. She looked at the two men on the bench in the corner, "how long?"

"Through the commercial break." Dean shrugged, grabbing his title belt, "… pass me that polish fuckface." He said to Seth.

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and walked toward Roman, placing her hand on his tattooed arm, "Babe, I'm fine…" She cooed, "calm down"

"No." He pouted. "It was a simple ass game of musical chairs. Them bitches hit you over a game." He crossed his arms and sat on the couch that lined the wall opposite of the cubbies.

"I know." Kaitlyn said, smiling at the man in front of her. She walked over to her cubby, unzipped her bag and grabbed a wide toothed comb.

Seth and Dean watched in amusement at the scene unfolding in front of them, "Bet you twenty bucks; he'll hug her and cry." Dean offered, putting down his title.

"You're on." Seth smirked, popping another chip in his mouth.

Roman looked up at her and shook his head, "Nah. Don't give me that let me comb your hair shit. I'm mad at you for getting hurt." He looked away, sass flying.

Kaitlyn pouted, sitting next to him. "Come on Ro."

"No."

"Please?"

"Fine."

Kaitlyn smiled in victory, "Yay." she made him sit in front of him. She then grabbed the ends of his hair and started to comb it. She loved his hair. "Now, do you want me to put it in a bun thingy or loose pony tail.

"Ponytail." He muttered. Still upset that she had just used her child like pleading on him.
"How the fuck did she do that?" Dean asked, perplexed.

"I don't know. But it was beautiful…" Seth sniffled

"Are you crying?" Dean asked, shoving his shoulder.

"Shut up. Don't judge me." Seth wiped at his eyes; turning to him, "Now pay up."

A/N: Hey! This is a fic written by QueenChelsieAmbrose who couldn't upload it herself since she doesn't have her laptop with her! Please review! And, if you want more kickass stuff just pop over to her fanfic page. You can find a quick link under my favorite writers! ^.^