It was 12:30 when Roman heard a rhythmic knock on his door. Who could this possibly be? he asked himself walking to the door. He swung the door open to find Dean cockily leaning on his door frame. He watched as his best friend did his ridiculous dance into his room and couldn't help but laugh. "What the fuck could you possibly want, and why are you so happy? Are you drunk?"

Dean slowly took out his phone from his pocket and showed the text to Roman.

Kaitlyn: I know its been a while since we've spoken. However, I think we should talk.

Roman stared at it awhile before realizing what was going on. Oh, shit. "Any thoughts on what's going on?" He asked.

Dean shrugged and continued his dance. "Who knows, but I think this could end pretty well."

"Well, what do you consider 'well'?" Roman inquired.

"Who knows? Her, naked, my bed" Dean smirked. He knew talking about Kaitlyn like that to him would strike a nerve.

"Cut the shit, Ambrose" Roman answered annoyed.

"No, I really don't know. Who knows, I'm just going to dinner tomorrow with my ex-girlfriend after a month and some change of no contact and passing each other in the hall as if we haven't seen each other naked a thousand times." Dean shrugged. "You've been hanging out with her a lot lately, what's she been saying?"

Roman shook his head and followed up with his own shrug. "Um.. Not much really, just you know, hanging out with her, AJ, and Punk sometimes. You know just some people." He said carefully.Oh, if only Dean knew.

Dean nodded, "Alright, well, just wanted to let my brotha from anotha motha know what was going on!" he said in a ridiculous voice. "But really, I just wanted to say thank you, for everything, I know Kaitlyn and you are really close and that I sort of dropped the ball at times, but tomorrow I think is going to be okay and just thanks" Dean said, his voice serious and sincere.

Roman swallowed hard and felt the guilt wash over him. Fuck.

"I'm like really excited you're coming out to meet him, like as my boyfriend, finally" Kaitlyn said smiling up at Roman as they walked into a restaurant. She had gotten her way, after many weeks of persuasion he was finally joining them for dinner. She knew it was hard for Roman, and that he was going against every guy code in the book, However, she was happy and she wanted to share it with the man who meant the most to her in this industry, Roman.

"Yeah, let's just get this over please?" Roman answered as they walked through the restaurant let by the host. They were the first to arrive, and sat at the table for three. "And he's late, not a good impression" he said annoyed.

"Hey, you better stop it and be nice! I never ask you for much, you both mean a lot to me and I'd like this to be a nice dinner. So cut it out" Kaitlyn responded narrowing her eyes at her best friend.

"Kaitlyn, you have no idea the position you're putting me in" Roman answered truthfully. If Dean even knew that Kaitlyn and Randy were together, he'd flip his lid. Finding out that Roman knew and accompanied them to dinner would really set him off.

"I know, and I thank you for doing this for me, but take your anxiousness out on me, not Randy, okay? I promise you he's the nicest guy. Really, he is" Kaitlyn vowed. Her eyes lit up as she saw him enter the restaurant and come towards them.

"Hey, my beautiful lady" Randy charmingly greeted, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He stuck his hand out and shook Roman's hand firmly. "What's up?"

Roman shook his hand and nodded in greeting, "What's going on?"

Men, Kaitlyn thought to herself watching them say hello. Why couldn't they be like woman a quick hug and it was over. Nooooo, they had to size each other up and see who has the strongest handshake. Morons.

Randy turned his attention back on to her and smiled. "How was your day, gorgeous?"

"It was great, I went out with Ro, did some shopping, over all good time" Kaitlyn answered still with a smile plastered on her face.

"Yeah, of course. You were shopping" the two men said with a scoff simultaneously.

And that was it. They had connected in that moment and the rest of the evening would be jokes and laughs at Kaitlyn's expense. Roman warning Randy about all of her bad habits and quirky ways, while Randy pointed out some compulsions and fixations that Roman had never noticed before. They would bond over family wrestling stories and how similar their households were growing up with their dad's in the business.

"Alright, I think it's time to go!" Kaitlyn piped up with a small laugh. "Enough bromancing over here."

"Yeah, we should head back" Randy agreed standing up from the table. "Dinner's on me. Thanks for coming out tonight, Roman, it really means a lot, not only to Kaitlyn, but to me.

Roman nodded and shook Randy's hand. This guy really wasn't at all what he thought. He was great to hang out with and talk to, plus, he made Kaitlyn happy. No matter how hard he tried to convince her, there was no turning back. He had seen that particular shimmer in Kaitlyn's eyes once before. With Dean. The look in her eyes told Roman one thing, she was falling for Randy, and hard. Long gone were the thoughts of getting back together with Dean or caring about what he was up to.


Dean: You want to go together to the place?

Kaitlyn: I think you should just come to my room. We won't go out.

Dean smirked at the text message. She can't handle seeing you outside, his ego told him.

Dean: Be there in 2.

Dean confidently strutted down a few flights of steps to the floor Kaitlyn's room was on. The elevator was taking far too long for him. He knocked on the door and heard her call, it's open. He walked in to find her sitting on the bed Indian style in her favorite Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt. She looks beautiful.

"Hi" she greeted faintly, pulling the sleeves over her hands and holding them tightly. "Sit" she directed.

He did as he was told and smiled at her. "So what's up? What did you need to talk to me about?" He watched as she avoided all eye contact with him and instantly he regretted getting to her room so fast.

"Just know, that this is hard for me to tell you, ok?" She began. "I wanted to tell you , and I wanted you to hear it from me because honestly, rumors are already starting and I would never, ever in my life want you to find anything out via a rumor. You mean way more to me than that, Dean" Kaitlyn rambled off, she wished for a moment that everything could go back to the way it was before. She immediately shook those thoughts from her head and got back on track.

Dean's patience was wearing thin. "What?" he asked quietly, he was practically on the edge of his seat and here she was rambling.

"Randy and I are together. We've been together for a while and I just wanted you to know that" she let out slowly watching his facial expression fall.

It took Dean a moment to realize what she was saying. They weren't getting back together. She had moved on to someone else. Who was that someone else exactly? Randy mother fucking Orton. He felt his heart for the first time in what seems like forever break into pieces. He stared at her blankly, not really sure of what to say ..and then he snapped. "Randy Orton?" he scoffed. He nodded, "Do you remember that night?"

Kaitlyn gingerly nodded. "I know what you're going to say"

"Do you? Do you really know what the fuck I'm going to say Kaitlyn? I really don't think you have any mother fucking idea what I have going through my mind. You're worthless trash. You're probably the worst person walking this fucking Earth right now! He can have you, you are nothing. Soon, he'll find out how much of a nothing you are. He can have my sloppy seconds, because honestly that's exactly what you are, sloppy." Dean spewed in disdain. The anger that he felt in himself was completely unattainable.

Kaitlyn stared at him and gave him a few moments before she decided to speak. "You left me, Dean. I didn't have to tell you that I was with anyone, I wanted to tell you out of respect for you and what we had. The same respect I expected from you, when I asked you about the women you'd slept with" she said calmly. She knew in her past altercations with Dean getting as riled up as he did, didn't help the situation any.

"Oh, Kaitlyn, go fuck yourself" Dean exclaimed. "You wanted to tell me so that you could fucking throw it in my face that you moved on to that. I can't even be in the same room as you, I'm disgusted by you!" He finished, slamming the door on his way out. He ran back up the steps and landed in front of Roman's room banging hard on the door.

Roman swung the door open, being pushed aside by Dean as he walked in.

"She's fucking dating that cocky piece of shit!" Dean yelled shaking his head in disbelief. "Can you believe that's what the fuck she calls me for? That's what she wanted to speak to me about?"

Roman watched his best friend pace back and forth in his room. "I- I can't believe that" he said trying to sound convincing. His phone lit up on the nightstand next to Dean, indicating a text message. "Read that to me, kid"

Dean grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. He stopped in his tracks as he was about to hand it to Roman.

Kaitlyn: I told him.

"Let me ask you something.." Dean began as he slid open the lock screen. He scrolled up Roman's past conversations with Kaitlyn, he quickly scrolled seeing tons of back and forth between the two talking about her and Randy's relationship. But something caught his eye as he scrolled, he stopped and went the opposite direction, stopping perfectly at a photo Kaitlyn had sent Roman of the three of them out one night for dinner.

"Give me the phone" Roman demanded as he watched Dean become intrigued with the screen.

"Dude! You fucking knew?!" Dean squealed, he couldn't help it, his best friend had just betrayed his trust. There he was the whole time pretending he had no clue what the fuck was going on when he really did. "You could've saved me the mother fucking embarrassment! You let me go down there and you knew!"

"Dean, I'm -" he began but was cut off by his cellphone being smashed as it hit the wall across from where they stood. Roman nodded as he watched his phone disintegrate into piece. "I deserved that"

"You deserve a fucking ass kicking" Dean threatened stepping toe to toe with his best friend.

"You wanna hit me, go ahead, Dean. Hit me" Roman wasn't fighting Dean on this, he knew he deserved it.

Dean shook his head and headed for the door. "You're not even fucking worth it"


GAHHHHH.. MY DEAN! :(