After a few minutes of contemplation, I knew Seth would be after me to ask about what happened. I decided to run to the hotel. I literally dumped my bag on the floor and ran the 20km back to the hotel, not the brightest idea I've had. Halfway, or what it seemed like, I took a cab the rest of the way. I then got my own room and sat on the bed wishing for my life to be over, wishing that I was a ladies man like Seth, Roman or Dean. I convinced myself that I was an idiot who shouldn't live, I failed at life and everything else. I threw myself back on the bed as there was a prominent knock on the door. I picked myself up and dragged my limp body to the door and slowly opened it to Seth. Seth had my backpack in his hand and a concerned look on his face. I gestured for him to come in. I didn't want to speak, I didn't want to discuss matters of my personal life, I wanted to be alone in my thoughts. I knew my thoughts would lead me to a very dark place. "Why did you run from the arena?" Seth asked as I closed the door. "I didn't want to discuss what had just happened, I knew that you or someone would want to talk to me. I panicked and ran." I mumbled, not really wanting to talk. "Alright, I came to drop off your bag and ask about Rosa." Seth lowered his head. "Alright, well she said no and then called me a jerk because I only wanted to use her as a toy." I threw myself onto the bed in the middle of the room. Seth sat down next to me. "I'm sorry I even asked." Seth looked at my pained expression. "It's alright, I'd rather you than the media. Anyway how's Roman? How's his nose?" I asked trying to turn the attention away from me. "He can't compete for a few weeks, but alright apart from that. His nose will be alright. I still feel awful. I really disliked Dean's comment he's a smug bastard, I really dislike him sometimes. He thinks that he can do anything." Seth began to ramble. As silence fell slowly, Seth's phone made a very distinct noise that filled the room. He quickly read the text on his white iPhone 5. He then pulled me off the bed and dragged me to the hallway outside my room. There stood Roman with his nose taped up under a mask that was unnoticeable until you were up close, his backpack on his back and his dry, jet black hair tied back, and Dean who also had his backpack on his back, his hair was dry, mostly curled and looked like he had just emerged from his bed. "Alright, who's bunking with who?" Roman asked looking at us all. "Dean, can I bunk with Romie?" Seth asked latching onto Roman's tattooed arm. "Yeah, guess I'm bunking with you rookie." Dean remarked, pushing his way into my room. I followed him, waving off Roman and Seth. I closed the door and looked into the room. I looked at Dean. "Alright, a double bed, I'm telling you kid I ain't gay. After tonight, we speak of none of this." Dean demanded. "I will only let you stay if you stop calling me rookie, altogether. Dean, I know I'm a rookie, but sharing a locker room with The Shield makes me feel awesome and less of a rookie. Dean, it's like every time you say it I feel like I'm less worthy." I expressed. "I'm sorry, I just forget about other people, sometimes." Dean began to smile. After a long day we stripped, I slipped on a pair of black sweatpants. Dean slept in his blue boxer shorts with his back to me. Halfway through the night, Dean and I were awoken by, screaming and shouting from next door. Next door was Seth and Roman. They were obviously going to feel the brunt of the jokes tomorrow, as Dean and I played Call Of Duty online until we could no longer hear the noises from next door. Dean threw down his controller and fell into a deep slumber on the right side of the bed, under the thick, white duvet. He looked so precious and innocent while sleeping, as well as beautiful and very handsome although everybody knew that. There wasn't a single moment where Dean was not a beautiful and handsome man and it was no secret. For once, I'd experienced these feelings for Dean on several occasions. Dean is a lovely man, but he's already said that he wants a female companion, not a male. Just another I have no chance with. Another I'd leave in the depths of my heart and move on to forget all the feelings I've felt. I played the Xbox 360 into the early morning, I knew it was morning when the sun came up. I was sleep deprived, energy deprived and exhausted, mentally and physically. Dean's alarm startled me and turned me from an insomniac Xbox gamer, to a paranoid idiot who desperately needs to sleep but will live on coffee for a day. Dean looked terrified as he glanced at my face. I looked in the mirror, Dean had a million reasons to be terrified. My long hair was sticking up and a general mess, my eyes were popping out my head with black marks under my eyes making me look like I'd been heavily beaten and my face just looked ten times darker than it was six hours ago. "Reuben, when did you go to sleep?" Dean asked concerned. "I didn't." I muttered under my breath hoping he wouldn't go off his head and explode from the rage. "Dude, you need to sleep otherwise you have no energy." Dean was beginning to sound like the father in every tv show ever. "I know but, Dean I have something that keeps me from sleeping and having a normal sleeping pattern. I'm an insomniac and it came from..." I was cut off by knocking on the door. Dean opened the door, peering from behind it. "Good you're up and dead?" Seth said confused glancing at my face. "No, he clearly didn't sleep. You go like that when you've not slept the previous night." Roman smirked. Dean looked at Roman and Seth, exposing his abs slightly. "Dean, one night and you can't make sure he goes to bed." Seth became the responsible adult and I knew they would start an argument. "Seth, Roman, it's definitely not Dean's fault. I'm a grown man and should have went to bed. I am an insomniac that came from the constantly, abusive relationships in my home life. I was scared to sleep because there was more than one occasion when I was abused while I was drifting off to sleep." I pulled Dean from trouble, by confessing. Seth closed the door pushing Roman away. "Thanks Reuben, Seth and Roman would have eaten me." Dean slowly walked over to me and looked down on me with those piercing, pools of blue eyes. He rubbed my left arm up and down and edged closer to me. His lips finally met mine. I was shocked and surprised.
