"Come on Dean! It's baseball, and it will all be over soon if you just come with me! Besides, I dunno if I'll be able to get a refund on these tickets that I bought ..." You held up the white tickets, the black text reading, '(Hometown Baseball Team) VS. THE BLUE POPTARTS'. Dean rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, huffing while doing so.

Currently, you were trying to get your boyfriend, Dean Ambrose to go to a baseball game with you. Unfortunately, Dean wasn't a very big fan of baseball. He begrudgingly tagged along with you to go, but now he was having second thoughts, and just outside of the stadium while he was at it too.

"Baseball is stupid. All they ever do is throw a damn ball around, and all the audience ever does is dance on the main cam and get hit with the damn ball." Dean muttered, grunting afterwards. A small frown graced your lips.

"Oh, come on Dean. You have to! It's your only night in town, and you promised me that you would go out with me before RAW tonight. Not to mention I spent a lot of money on these tickets..." You protested softly, trying to get the brunette to give in. Dean shook his head.

"Nope. I ain't doin' it." He said, looking to the other side. "Why can't we just go to Olive Garde like we usually do?"

"I get a little sick of Olive Garden after a while. Please Dean, just this one time." You pleaded with him, putting on your best pouty face. Dean sighed, and rolled his eyes, in-crossing his arms.

"Fine..." He said quickly, almost regretting it when you lit up and grabbed his hand and practically ran towards the the stadium's entrance.


You cheered loudly when your team hit the ball, immediately running to first base after dropping the bat. Dean just sat in his chair, arms once again crossed, and his blue eyes observing closely and steadily, watching each player's moves, as if he was lion just waiting to pounce his prey.

Unfortunately, The Blue Poptarts caught the ball at the third base before the opposing player could reach it. Swears were heard before the player ran to the dug-out with his fellow players, the positions on the field now being changed. You sat back down, looking at Dean with his monotonous face.

"Isn't this fun? Aw, come on Dean, don't be such an wallflower!" You said playfully, punching his arm. Dean sighed, and looked at you before smiling.

"All right, I guess I'll try to be a little happier for ya. Sorry for bein' such a pout earlier." He said, taking a hold of your hand, making you smile the smile that he loved oh so much.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The main announcer announced over the speakers, making Dean and your's head up from the sudden noise. "We are now initiating our kiss cam, so pucker up with that special someone!" They announced, before a couple appeared on the screen, the couple now suddenly realizing what was happening.

You smiled at the many couples kissing, happy to see such joyous and passionate love being spread through with just a peck of the lips. You were so engrossed by the cam, you didn't realize that Dean was pulling you close to him by your chin. By the time you did notice, the both of you were barely touching.

"(Name)..." He whispered softly, before closing the gap between you two, and kissing you softly, making you smile in the middle of the kiss. You were surprised to hear the crowd's cheering, and pulled back to look at the cam, only to see your face and Dean's face up there. Dean noticed as well, and smirked before looking back to you.

"I guess baseball isn't so bad." He said, now focusing back onto the new inning that had just started. You couldn't stop smiling, even when the team you were rooting for kept losing needed points.

All you could ever think about was the kiss, and the damned kiss cam.