"Leave it alone," groaned Dean, "It's a tie, not a noose!"

"It feels like a fucking noose," muttered Roman, tugging at the insulting piece of fabric that looked horrible around his neck.

"You're going to an office party, not an execution," chuckled Dean.

"Honestly, an execution sounds like a lot more fun than what you're dragging me to," mumbled Roman, enjoying his little tantrum, "If you were a normal guy, you would bring along a date,"

"You are my date,"

"Like I would stoop that low." scoffed Roman.

Dean laughed, "Come on Roman, it's just for tonight! Paige is out of town and she would have my balls on a plate if I even thought about bringing another girl. And I can't really show up by myself…"

Roman sighed as he pulled his dress shoes on, "Yeah, you can actually."

"Pout all you want, bro, you're still coming."

Roman rolled his eyes, not very happy to be dragged along, but honestly, he didn't have anything better to do. He had hardly left the house in almost three weeks, and Roman knew that it was time to get back to the real world.

Roman hadn't been around. He had been in England for a long time. Too long. Far, far too long. He had left for the UK three years ago, following his then girlfriend, a woman that Dean truly despised, Charlotte Flair. To be honest, nobody liked Charlotte.

'Charlotte the Harlot' is what his family called her.

She was a bitch of epic proportions, and that was putting it lightly. But somehow, she had used her evil to get Roman to fall in love with her, and she had dragged him halfway across the world with her. Of course, that just made Dean hate her more. Roman would come back regularly, but would never stay for more than a week, because the she-devil would summon him back, and Roman's whipped ass would comply. Now, Dean loved his brother, he really did, but he was the biggest pushover to ever exist on the planet, and Charlotte took advantage of that.

Three weeks ago, when Dean and Roman's daily FaceTime came with the news that Roman was coming back to America, for good, without Charlotte, Dean could barely hold his joy.

"About fucking time!" he had yelled, "About. Fucking. Time!" He had jumped up and hit his head against the wall, promptly knocking himself out. When he came to, he woke to Roman's face on the computer, still laughing.

However, when Dean had gone to pick Roman up from the airport, he noticed what he hadn't seen on the computer screen. Roman was a mess. He was unshaven, slumped over, and not carrying a single bag of luggage. It seemed that merely taking a step after another was a huge effort.

For the following weeks, Roman hadn't left Dean's house, and he was slowly slipping into a state of depression. Dean had no idea what had happened, and he knew better than to ask. All he knew was that it had to do with Charlotte, and if that bitch wasn't thousands of miles across the ocean, Dean would have definitely given her a piece of his mind for making Roman feel like this.

And nobody wanted a piece of Dean Ambrose's mind.

But she wasn't here, and Roman was, and Dean couldn't let him wallow in his misery any longer. So he would just have to suck it up and go to the office party. Partly to get him out the house, and also because Dean didn't want to die of boredom alone.

Because what are friends for?

::::

"What a way to end off the summer, right Tone?" Kofi Kingston grinned at his sister as she tugged on her dress,

"A party full of old people and lame music? Oh yeah, I can't wait." Kofi laughed and threw his arm around Tony's shoulder, "Thanks for coming anyway,"

"I don't see why you couldn't bring a normal date," grumbled Tony.

"Hey, I'm not single on purpose you know."

"Yes you are!" she exclaimed, "Nina is all over you and you don't even now it!"

"Next door Nina? I thought she was a lesbian…"

Tony rolled her eyes at her idiot brother as they walked into the building that would host the office party.

"Don't worry," assured Kofi, "You won't be completely bored, Dean and Paige will be here any minute."

"Actually, Paige is still in England remember?"

"Oh... yeah."

Tony Kingston smiled at the thought of Dean and Paige. They were an unstable and dysfunctional couple, at best, but it was impossible to be bored around them. And even though Paige wouldn't be there on that night, Dean was a handful alone anyway.

However, as the night began, they were nowhere to be found, and poor Tony was forced to go along with her brother (who seemed just as bored as her) and suck up to all his bosses. An excruciating hour later, Kofi sighed in relief as he saw Dean walk in. He walked over to him

"Thank God, where the hell have you two been?"

Kofi's eyebrow rose when he saw who followed behind Dean.

"Paige?"

:::

Tony followed her brothers gaze and almost choked on her tongue when the sexiest man to ever live lifted his head, looking incredulously at Kofi.

"Do I look like Paige to you?" he sighed.

Kofi laughed, "Sorry Roman, it must be the hair, it confuses me."

"Well you're one to talk, lady locks." Laughed the Sex Pot… I mean, Roman… as he flicked Kofi's dreadlocks.

Dean rolled his eyes at their banter and then grinned at Tony as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug, spinning her away form the other two.

"How you doing kid?" he ruffled her hair.

Tony groaned and slapped his hand away, "I'm a lot less bored now that you're here," she admitted. She glanced at the Super-Hunk… uh Roman.

"So," she cleared her throat, "Who's your, uh... friend?"

"This is Roman," said Dean, "Where're the snacks?"

Tony ignored him, "And where's friend Roman from?"

"Oh, he just moved back here from London a few weeks ago. He's still looking for an apartment so he's stinking up my place for now. Have you seen the snacks?"

Tony nodded again in mock disinterest, still stealing glances at the Greek god… I mean, Roman.

She finally relented and showed Dean where the snacks were, and as she did so, she stole another glance, just in time to see her brother punch Mr Hot ass… I mean, Roman.

Kofi looked Roman over as Tony and Dean took a step away from them.

"I haven't seen you in ages man." He said.

"Yeah," Roman chuckled, "It's been a while. But it looks like you've been doing well for yourself though," he jerked his head towards Tony, "Your girlfriend is hot."

Roman was startled when a well-aimed slap connected to the side of his head.

"What the-"

"Don't call her hot!"

Roman scoffed, "What, you jealous because she has prettier hair than you?"

Another, harder slap.

"Dude!"

"That's my sister!" glared Kofi, "One more word and it will be my fist."

"God, uptight much? Now I remember why I didn't like you."

"That's hilarious."

"But seriously, that's your sister?I didn't know you had a hot sister."

And true to Kofi's word, Roman got punched.

"Eight years after High School and you're still fighting." Laughed Dean as he and Tony came over to the pair.

"Maybe if Roman didn't have such a big mouth…"

"Maybe if Kofi had a leash…"

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the child." Dean rolled his eyes, "Now come along kiddies, lets go impress some old people. After the snacks."

"Nope," Tony held her hands up, "No way. I am not going back in there, I've had my share of boredom for the year, thank you."

"It's that much fun, huh?" chuckled Roman.

"Oh yeah. Just wait until the presentation. It's absolutely riveting. You three go on without me, I'll just stay here."

"As great as that sounds, I think I'll skip out too. I'll just stay out here with you." Smiled Roman.

"Uh, no." stepped in Kofi, "I think it's best if you come with us."

"I disagree," Roman shrugged.

"Come on now, you really think I'm going to let you stay out here with my little sister?"

Dean watched, his lips pursed and his eyes darting form one man to the other.

"Okay!" he said, his voice unnecessarily loud, "I know how to figure this out. How about we toss Tony up in the air and whoever catches her stays with her out here, yeah?"

A silence followed in which the other three realised that he was being completely serious.

"Okay..." said Tony, "I'm just gonna… yeah." She turned and started walking away from the boys, rolling her eyes.

Roman frowned at Kofi as his sister walked away.

"No!" the man said firmly.

"Dude," Roman groaned, "I'm not going to try anything, I promise! Would you rather she roams the streets? Alone? At night?"

Kofi snarled at Roman's logic, "Fine," he spat, "Go then." He and Dean turned into the building and Roman turned to where she had gone.

"Hey- hey wait up.", she turned and saw Roman jogging towards her.

Kofi's sister smiled, "You keeping me company?" she asked as he caught up to her and they started walking.

"Yeah, seeing as I managed to get past your brother."

She laughed, "Yeah well, he's just slightly crazy."

"Nah, he's just protecting his little sister."

"Well I'm not all that little." She scoffed

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he thinks I'm like, fifteen years old."

"How old are you then?"

"Me? Oh… I'm 21. I'm guessing you're the same age as Dean and Kofi?"

"Yeah, I went to school with them. I think they ruined my childhood."

The girl laughed and Roman shoved his hands into his pocket, "So where are we going?"

"Well, there's this little coffee place about 2 streets down. They have great milkshakes, so I was just going to wait there."

"You're going to a coffee place for milkshake?"

"It's really good milkshake. Plus I'm their best customer."

Roman laughed again, "Of course, how silly of me to think otherwise."

"How very silly," she grinned. They kept walking, Roman's shoes tapping against the pavement and hers clicking. Roman looked at her feet and noticed her ridiculously high heels. He watched her breeze on as if she was wearing running shoes. He shook his head.

"What is it?" she asked as she noticed the stolen glances at her feet

"No nothing, just… how do you plan on walking a couple of streets in 5 inch heels? Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine," the girl chuckled, "It's not as hard as you'd think."

"I'd actually rather not think about it," sighed Roman.

"You know what looks even more uncomfortable?" she asked, "That tie."

Roman nodded and tugged at the offending article of clothing, "It's choking the hell out of me."

"Why don't you just take it off? I mean, you have no one to impress anymore."

"What if I'm trying to impress you?" Roman wagged his eyebrows and Kofi's sister laughed.

"You won't impress me much if you die from lack of oxygen." Laughing, Roman untied the rope like tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. He took a deep breath, "Much better."

He tried to stuff the tie in his pocket, but the pants were too tight, seeing as they were Dean's. He sighed and turned to the girl (how did he still not know her name?)

"Can I put this in your purse?" He asked.

She took the tie and folded it before putting it in. Feeling the fabric, she frowned,

"Is this Dean's?"

Roman nodded, "Dean's full of uncomfortable things. Including this suit."

She laughed and Roman smiled,

"Well," he said, "since you're in a pretty dress with impossible shoes and I'm in an uncomfortable suit, the least you could do is take my arm."

Roman held out his arm for the girl to take and she laughed.

"Letting a stranger lead me down a street at night? Why the hell not?" Roman chuckled as she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

:::

If anyone drove past Kritle Street that night, they may have looked twice at the strange sight of a girl in a green dress and outrageous heels and a man in an uncomfortable suit gazing forlorn at the closed door of an empty building.

"You said there was a coffee shop," frowned the hot tropo... I mean Roman.

Tony really needed to stop forgetting his name.

"There was… last year." Tony sighed at the look Roman gave her, "Come on, I knew they weren't doing that great but I at least thought they would last the year."

"Well how can they when their best customer comes only once a year?" Roman asked her, exasperated.

Tony laughed, "Okay, my bad."

A moment of silence passed and the Roman sighed, "Okay, we have at least another 2 hours to kill, and there is no coffee place. Now what?"

"Well, there's a McDonalds, but it's a 10 minute drive so…"

"Probably not the best idea,"

"Yea... Oh! There's a park. A little kids park just behind here."

"Are you sure?" Roman was sceptical.

"I'm sure. It's just through here." Tony turned to walk towards a road to the side of the no-longer-coffee-shop, "It's great."

"Yeah," Roman sighed, following her, "Assuming it hasn't been turned into a parking lot."

"You're hilarious." Tony rolled her eyes and ducked into the alley.

"Hey! You can't just run into an alley,"

"Why?" Tony popped her head back out, "You scared big guy?"

"Seriously?"

Tony winked and disappeared back into the alleyway.

The alleyway was dark. Darker than it should have been. Kofi's sister had taken just three steps into it, and then she disappeared in the darkness. Now, Roman wasn't scared, of course he wasn't, but he wasn't stupid either.

"I think I'll say out here." he called, "Try not to die in there, alright?"

The girl's voice laughed, "Oh come on, don't be scared."

Roman scoffed, "I am not scared. But my mom always told me not to follow strangers into dark alleyways."

Roman heard her laugh, but didn't see her, "Alright then, you can stay out there with the raccoons. I'll just- OW!"

Roman ran into the darkness, forgetting his wariness, "Hey! Where are you! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," came a muffled voice from somewhere to Roman's right. "I just kicked a brick."

Roman groaned, "I thought you were getting mugged or something."

"If I was getting mugged, do you think that the only thing I would say is 'ow'?"

Roman chuckled, "Fair point. Now, since you got me in here against my wishes, where are we going?"

"Hang on." Roman heard the girl feel her way around, pressing against the wall. He heard a creak, "Ah, there it is."

Suddenly, a door got pulled back, finally bringing some light into Roman's eyes.

"Sorry about te dark, I usually come here during the day." She stepped out of the alley, Roman following behind her and into a... children's park?

"Well, this is a weird place for kids," he muttered, looking around at the rusted see-saw and the paint-chipped merry-go-round. The only healthy looking device was the swing set.

"Yeah I know," said the girl, coming to stand next to him, "It was a lot bigger but then they got rid of most of it to make room for these new stores." She gestured behind her, "so kids don't come here anymore. Just me. Of course, I usually use the road instead of the alleyway. It's the only other place I could think of that could get us away from that party."

"You know," said Roman, looking around, "It's quite picturesque when you think about it. If you can look past all the haunting decay."

She laughed, "my thoughts exactly."

They sat on the swings, gently swaying back and forth, and talked.

Roman found out that Kofi's sister's name was Tony Grace Kingston. Tony found out that he was Roman Leati Anoai Reigns.

"Leati," she said slowly, "Is that Samoan?"

Roman was surprised, "Yeah it is. How did you know?"

Tony shrugged, "I like studying foreign languages. I think they're pretty fascinating. Plus, you look a little like these other Samoans I know." a thought came to Tony, "Hang on, you don't happen to be related to Jimmy and Jey, do you?"

"Yeah actually, they're my cousins, I grew up with them."

Tony smiled sympathetically, "I feel for you."

Roman laughed, "You don't like them?"

"Oh no, I love them. Really I do. But only like, in small doses. Maybe a few times a week. Plus, they always speak Samoan around everyone so no one knows what they're saying. Well, I know what they're saying because I've learned the basics, but still, everyone else just gets really pissed."

Roman laughed again, "I'll be honest, I used to do that with them before I left." he sighed, remembering, "The joys of being bilingual."

Tony laughed, "Well, I know Ghanaian as well, but I use it for good, unlike you."

The two shared a laugh and then Roman realized something, "Hey, why have I never seen you before? I mean, before I left for England, I used to hang with Kofi a lot, and I never knew he had a sister."

Tony shrugged, "Yeah, well, I only started living with him about 3 years ago."

"That means you came just as I left."

"Yeah," said Tony. She subtly changed the subject, "So why did you move to the UK?"

"Oh... I went to study at Oxford." said Roman. He swallowed, it wasn't a complete lie after all.

"What are you studying?"

"Accounting. I'm done now though, I just got my degree."

"That's great!" smiled Tony, "I wouldn't have pegged you for an accountant though."

"Why not?"

"Well from what I've heard, you're Dean's best friend. It's hard to imagine a close friend of Dean doing anything as sane as accounting."

Roman laughed, "I guess I understand where you're coming from. But if you're friends with Dean you're friends with Paige, and It's not possible to be close to that psycho without losing a few screws."

Tony laughed shaking her head, "Touche'."

They talked for another long while about things that neither of them would remember the day after, but Roman didn't talk about his life at England, and Tony didn't mention her life before coming to live with Kofi.

Neither of them asked.

"I live with Dean for now," said Roman, "I don't want to get my own place yet in case I have to go back to London."

"Oh you're not staying?" Tony asked, doing a good job of hiding the small hint of dissapointment she felt.

Roman sighed, shrugging, "I don't know. Chances are, I'll go back. I have a lot of unfinished business to take care of. I should go back, but I don't know if I can."

Tony felt that he had said a lot more than he had intended to, and decided to let the matter drop, as it was obviously a sensitive one.

Their short silence was interuppted when Roman's phone rang.

"Hey Dean?" he answered.

"Roman! It's Dean!" came the shout.

Roman held the phone away from his ear. "Yeah, I know."

"Okay good, I didn't want you to get confused!"

"Of course, Dean," Roman rolled his eyes.

"Listen! We're almost done, they're about to announce my promotion!"

Roman groaned, "Do we have to come?"

"Of course! I want you to see the jealous disappointment of everyone I beat!"

Roman sighed, "Whatever happened to good sportsmanship?"

But Dean had already hung up.

"Guess we have to go back," said Roman said, pocketing hid phone. He was actually quite disappointed to leave this dirty park with the girl in the green dress.

He didn't really know why.

Once they were on the other side of the alley, in which Tony stubbed her toe on the same brick, and walking back to the party, Tony couldn't help but ask.

"So you've known Dean longer than I have, right?" Tony asked as they walked.

"Basically my whole life," nodded Roman.

"So he's always been... strange."

He chuckled, "To put it lightly, yeah. You asking because of the phone thing?"

"The phone thing, the potato thing," she shrugged, "He has a lot of things."

"Potato thing?"

"The fact that he can't eat mashed potatoes." said Tony, "That's always kinda freaked me out a bit."

Roman laughed, "How did you find that out?"

"Well," Tony too a deep breath, "a couple of months ago..."

*flashback*

"Dinner's ready!" grinned Tony gazing proudly at the plates of steaming mashed potatoes with roasted chicken and gravy and green salad on the side.

It looked (and was) delicious, and she knew it.

"We did good," Kofi said, gazing just as proudly, even though the most he had contributed with was taking the chicken out of the oven.

The company in the living room came rushing in.

"Ah, Kingstonette this is beautiful!" Ettore Langston, or Big E as everyone called him, smacked a loud kiss on her cheek as he grabbed a plate.

"I concur." Xavier Woods sighed happily and placed a much softer, less loud kiss on her cheek, "Absolutley divine."

Tony laughed, "Thanks X."

Dolph Ziggler rushed in and out faster than Tony could blink. God forbid he miss 5 seconds of that game.

Jimmy Uso came in next, "I love me a woman who can cook." he grinned.

"You wanna say that again, James?" came the loud voice of his wife from the living room.

"I was kidding!" he yelled back, "I don't love Tony, she's weird!"

"Gee thanks."

Jimmy shrugged, "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." He took his plate and Naomi's and balanced another on his forearm. Probably for his twin brother Jey, who claimed to be unable to walk long distances due to stubbing his toe the week before.

Paige snatched up her plate, "What the hell took you two so long I've been starving out there!" She took her fork and scooped a large pile of mashed potato into her mouth. "Heaven," she hummed, "Babe," she called to Dean, who was standing by the doorway, "Babe you have to try this."

"I can't eat that." he said quietly. It was more his voice than his words that made those in the kitchen look at him.

"Why not?" asked Tony.

Dean just scowled at them and shook his head, "It's mashed potatos. I'm allergic."

"You eat potatoes all the time," frowned Kofi, "Like, all the time. More than is actually healthy."

Dean sighed, exasperated, "I eat baked potatoes, not mashed."

"Babe, there is no difference between the potatoes, whether they're baked or they're mashed."

Dean looked at her like she had two heads, "Paige, look at your plate! How can you say that there's no difference? Of course there's a difference! And that difference is evil!"

There was a long silence in the kitchen.

"Dude-"

"Don't you 'dude' me Kingston. I can't talk to you when you've got that stuff in your beard! In fact, I can't talk to any of you, you're all... weird mash eaters! And I don't want you crying to me when this stuff turned your brain to mush."

And with that, he stormed out, leaving the bewildered trio behind.

*flashback*

Roman laughed, "Ah, that sounds like Dean." he shook his head, falling silent for a moment, thinking about the times when he used to be a part of that group of friends and their always entertaining nights out- or in. That was before he had stupidly gone to England, following that-

Roman shook his head, remembering Tony's question.

"There is no actual reason." he started slowly, "Dean just doesn't... understand it. He doesn't get the concept of mashing perfectly good potatoes. In his own words, 'Why the fuck would someone grind all the potato'ness out of my potatoes, and still call it potato? That's some Satanic shit.' He also thinks they're a ploy to start killing all food because the government wants to starve us to death."

A look of 'what-the-fuck' claimed Tony's face, "He thinks the government is trying to kill us? Using potatoes?"

"Yep" nodded Roman, "He thinks the government hates us. It's also why he never holds his phone to his ear and always has to shout into it from a distance. He thinks the government is trying to steal our thoughts."

Tony laughed, "The phone thing was going to be my next question."

The two talked some more as they walked, and when they finally made it back to party venue, Tony was understanding Dean's lunacy a little more. Or perhaps she was just getting more confused.

With Dean Ambrose, maybe that was the same thing.

They walked in and immediately spotted Dean and Kofi staring each other down over a table that had only one more cocktail sausage.

"Hey guys," Roman smiled and grabbed the sausage, popping it into his eyes.

Tony laughed at the looks of hate the other two glared at him. He was saved from their wrath when a glass clinked.

"If we would all gather around please!" A man in his late 40's smiled at the room as they situated themselves loosely around him.

"It's time!" Kofi hissed, "My promotion!"

"My promotion," growled Dean. The two resumed glaring at each other.

"As you all know, I am Mr. Henry Cheng, the CEO of Cheng Media." A short round of applause followed, "and as most of you know. Tonight is a special night. Not only are we ending our summer off with a bang after such successful business year and finally taking this company international-" he was interrupted by another round of applause, "Tonight is also the night that I announce out new Marketing Director!"

"This is it," whispered Kofi, fixing his tie.

"This is it," hissed Dean, picking between his front teeth.

"Now, this is not a decision that I take lightly, and not one I make by myself. MD is a very high, very important role in this company. Now that we are taking our brand international, we need a face that will sell CM Advertising for all that it is worth.

And I will be the first to admit that some of our staff may not be the most... professional bunch."

He not very subtly glanced in the direction of Dean and Kofi, "And not very pleasant. Or all that reliable. If they show up at all," This time, he was openly glaring at the two men, who were avoiding his eyes. "Still, they are very, very good at what they do. And so, ladies and gentleman, it gives me great pleasure to announce that our new Marketing Director will be a joint position!"

The room clapped. Dean and Kofi did not.

"Congratulations Kofi Kingston and Dean Ambrose." he raised his glass at the two fuming men. The smirk on Cheng's face suggested that he had done this on purpose. Tony pulled her lips into her mouth, trying not to laugh, while Roman cackled into his glass of champagne.

"You two are two of the best and worst workers we have, and perhaps between the two of you, some work will be done."

The other workers laughed and smirked at the faces on the two men. Kofi and Dean had been major slackers, and were only still employed because they were great at what they did. The two opposites having to work together would create some great work, but the ride there would be hilarious.

A half hour later, Tony was following Kofi out to the car. She had hugged an irritated Dean and shared another laugh with Roman at the annoyance of the other two. Cheng Media was in for a ride, they all knew.

Kofi had gone to the car quickly and Tony trailed behind, Roman accompanying her.

"Well it was great meeting you Tony Grace Kingston," he smiled.

"You as well Roman Leati Reigns," she laughed. They stood awkwardly by the car for a few seconds, and just as Roman was about to step in for a hug, Kofi honked the horn. For a really long time.

Tony rolled her eyes, "Well, bye!" she smiled at him and hurried to the car. As soon as she was in, Kofi glared at her.

For a long time.

"What?" she asked, finally.

He just shook his head and turned to the road.

"What?" insisted Tony. Kofi just gave her another look. She sighed.

"We just talked, Kofi."

He scoffed, and said nothing.

"You know, I am not a child."

Still, nothing.

Finally, Tony rolled her eyes, "He's going back to England, so chill."

"Oh, good." Kofi said, suddenly smiling. "I don't like that guy.

Once Tony and Kofi had disappeared in the blue car, Roman turned towards Dean's hideous black truck. The man was leaning against the door, his hands making wild gestures in front of him as he muttered to himself. As Roman got closer, he heard some snippets of his conversation.

"And then I'll take the lemon and I'll squeeze the hell out of it. But then I'll get lemon blood all over the curtains, and Paige'll get mad and I won't get any for a whole two days... Yeah, scratch the lemons, I'll use oranges. She likes orange, orange blood on curtains won't make her that mad. Okay, good. I should also get a butcher knife... yeah, that'll look really great next to the lemons. No, not lemons, oranges! Focus Dean! And also- Oh, hey Roman."

Roman approached wearily, "Uh, butcher knives? Why do you need butcher knives?"

"It's August." he sighed, "Do you expect me to use regular knifes?" It took Roman a moment to realize that that was all the explanation he was going to get. Shaking his head, he opened the car door

"I had to ask," he berated himself. "Why do I always have to ask?"

Once they were in the car and driving, Roman noticed that Dean kept glancing at him, a wide grin on his face.

"What?" he asked eventually.

"Nothing." Dean snickered, still grinning.

Roman rolled his eyes, but the grinning glances kept coming.

"What!?" he asked again.

"Nothing." Dean grinned. Again.

They drove in silence for a minute, Dean still snickering and glancing, and Roman trying to ignore his friend's weird antics. Eventually, he couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Dean, why do you keep smiling like that?"

"I'm not smiling," he grinned, staring at Roman. "I'm not smiling at all."

Roman scoffed, and gasped as a tree came at them. Dean swerved at the last second, and still kept staring at Roman.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" he cried as they swerved around a traffic light.

"Like how you had your eyes on Tony the whole night?" Dean's grin grew wider.

"What?" Roman frowned, "i don't know what you mean."

"Come on Roman," laughed Dean, "You've been sulking in the house since you got here, and then you see Tony and all of a sudden, you light up like Chris Jericho."

Roman exhaled loudly, "I knew you'd read too much into this."

"And what is 'this' exactly?"

"Nothing! We were talking. People talk, okay?"

"Okay," Dean shrugged. He turned to face the road, still smirking. Roman glanced at his shit eating grin.

"It was nothing! We talked!"

"Okay Roman." He snorted.

"I'm serious."

Dean shrugged again, "If you say so,"

"Good," Roman nodded, "Because I do say so."

Again, Dean just looked at him, the shit eating grin returning, "Okay Roman."

:::

I thought I was going to behave and not post another story until I'm done with my first one, but this thing has been nagging at me to get out like a baby punching it's way out of a Uterus.

...Sorry for that visual, I just wanted ya'll to see that I had no choice.

Anyway, enjoy.

P.S: This is my first main O.C. and I'm real excited to make up my own person. Her name is Tony Grace Kingston. She looks like Kiersey Clemons. I hope you'll like her as much as I do

-Leeh