Dean usually woke up on Sunday mornings with either a killer hangover or under the covers of some unknown classmate usually because of a night of hard partying and other bad decisions. But this particular Sunday, Dean woke up to the smell of sizzling pork fat and the quiet hum of a certain blonde girl he found irresistible. Sitting up to get a better look at his goddess, Dean squinted his eyes against the morning sun that spilled into the living room like a tidal wave. Once his eyes adjusted, he nearly went blind from the beauty that stood with her back turned just a few dozen feet from him.
"Shit." Dean mumbled at the sight of Alexa; Still in her pajamas and hair still a tangled mess from slumber. He started to feel the effects this woman had on him the day he found her in his bed after what was supposed to be a one night stand. But, luckily for him, she agreed to let him redeem himself after his not-so-gentle pillow talk. Suddenly, the goddess spun on her heels to face him. If the feeling in his chest wasn't already starting to drive him insane the last few days, then this shot should've killed him; Alexa, in her all natural beauty, beamed a gentle smirk at him when they locked eyes. Dean was in love with her; He knew that. And she just kept coming up with ways to drive that nail further, whether she knew it or not.
"Good morning, Ambrose." She sang like a canary.
Dean returned her smile with a grin of his own. "Mornin' Bliss."
Alexa rounded the linoleum counter top and entered the living room area. With every step she took near him, Dean's heartbeat rapidly increased. Alexa knelt on the cushion beside him, then placed a sweet peck to his scraggly chin. "Thanks for spending the night with me." She whispered, gently wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and giving him a squeeze.
Dean was not a hugger, but Alexa was an exception. "Anytime." He said while leaning into the hug.
"I hope you like bacon and pancakes because I made about a thousand of them," Alexa hoped off the couch and re-entered the kitchen area. "And both packs of bacon."
Dean flashed a crooked, toothy grin. "You didn't have to do that, Alexa."
"Oh I know, but I'm hungry," Alexa opened a cupboard above her head. "So you better come get some. I don't make breakfast for just anyone."
"Just your bum boyfriend?"
Alexa tilted her head at Dean. "Are you my boyfriend now?"
Dean's breath caught in his throat as he began to smile. "I kinda figured I was." Dean clearly wasn't the typical boy you'd bring home to meet mom and dad. In his mind, Dean was the kind of person you'd fool around with to rebel against your parents or make an old ex jealous. He was not the boyfriend kind, but Alexa made him rethink that. "I don't usually put labels on people like that," Dean paused from his thought and chuckled. "But I think, or figured, that we were a thing now."
By now, Alexa had made her way back into the living room. She was standing just a few feet in front of Dean, hands folded in front of her.
"I just... Don't... Like," Dean shook his head. "I can't put it into words, really."
"You aren't used to the whole boyfriend thing?" Alexa asked, tilting her head sympathetically for Dean.
"Yeah. I don't usually make it past the one night stand. After that, we never speak or fuck one more time then leave each other alone."
Alexa smirked. "But you want something more with me."
"It's like I told you last night: I'm willing to do it at your pace. I just kinda like the idea of being a... Boyfriend, for once."
Alexa chuckled, taken by surprise at Dean's confession. "Dean Ambrose has an emotional side? I'm still so surprised."
"Don't go telling your roommate or the other cheerleaders; I still have a reputation to hold up."
Alexa couldn't help but laugh at that. Dean rolled his eyes and wished he had stayed silent and enjoyed having his little goddess make him food. Alexa settled down, then smiled at Dean again. She moved closer to him, sat beside him on the couch, then gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I like the idea of being the girlfriend of a football player. Makes me look tough." Alexa flexed her arms as she said the last sentence, making Dean laugh.
"I always wanted to bang a cheerleader," Dean admitted. "Just never saw myself sticking around after."
"Here," Alexa pulled her phone from her pocket. "We'll make it official."
Dean groaned. "No, why the fuck do we have to document everything on social media?"
Alexa outstretched her phone in front of her. "C'mere." Alexa pulled Dean closer and kissed him. She hit the photo button, then broke the kiss and glanced down at her phone. "We look lovely."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I guess."
"What's your Insta? I'll tag you."
"I don't do social media."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that shit's juvenile."
Alexa smiled again at Dean's different behavior. After a quick caption, Alexa hit the post button. "There." Alexa showed Dean her screen. "Alexa and Dean, crazy meets beauty. It's official."
"Aww, you think I'm beautiful?" Dean laughed out loud again when Alexa playfully shoved him.
"Glad you like it, Ambrose," Alexa got off the couch again. "Now come help me get the plates from the cupboard; I'm too short!"
Dean took a second to admire the way Alexa's jogging pants hugged her backside. "I will," He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "God damn." He muttered, admiring the beauty that was Alexa Bliss.
Bayley was in a good mood today. Seth was going to be home all day, she had no homework to do, and Seth even agreed to a marathon of Disney movies and microwave popcorn. Dressed in her signature Stamford hoodie and black leggings, Bayley was curled up next to her roommate with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and Cinderella playing on the tv. Seth had his arm resting around Bayley's shoulder, making the duo closer. Bayley couldn't help but love the fact that her roomie was holding her.
He's so nice. Bayley thought, stealing a quick glance at Seth. Seth was too focused on the movie to realize that Bayley looked at him. Bayley stole another look, but kept her focus on him a little longer. She noticed how the early morning sun caught Seth's eyes and made them sparkle. She never really noticed the color before, but Bayley quickly decided that her new favorite color was brown. Bayley's eyes shifted to Seth's jaw; It was pointed and covered in a light stubble. Perfect for kissing, Bayley thought with a quiet giggle. Shaking that absurd thought from her head, Bayley moved her gaze to Seth's shirt; It was a black one with the words "Black Veil Brides." Bayley wasn't familiar with their music, but if Seth liked it then it must've been cool.
Seth returned Bayley's gaze. Bayley froze for a second then smiled and giggled. Seth smiled back, just about making Bayley burst into flames, then turned his focus back to the movie.
KNOCK KNOCK
"I got it!" Bayley jumped off the couch and hurried over to the door; She then swung open the door.
"Hey, Bayley." Zack Ryder was standing in the hallway with his hands behind his back. He was wearing an orange polo shirt and had his hair spiked up. Bayley admitted he looked rather handsome. "How are you today?"
"Zack?" Bayley smiled slightly at the appearance of Dana's friend. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I, uh..." Zack chuckled and dropped his head. "Shit, um, I don't know why this is so hard." Zack moved his hands from behind his back. "I got you some flowers." He was holding a bouquet of flowers. "They're roses. Just like your middle name."
Bayley accepted the bouquet with a smile. "Thanks. But my middle name is Felina."
"Wait, really?"
Bayley giggled and shook her head. "No, I was kidding."
"Oh," Zack chuckled nervously. "Good. That's good. Anyway, I was sorta hoping you were available today."
Bayley tilted her head. "Why, what's up?"
"Uh, I was hoping you would do me the honor of hanging out with me this afternoon. It's five dollar pizza and dollar pitchers at Roadie's, and I was thinking we could go have some food and maybe play some skee ball, cause you said you loved skee ball."
Bayley couldn't help her face from turning a bright shade of maroon. "The honor?" She repeated.
Zack chuckled nervously again. "Yeah, that sounds cheesy doesn't it?"
"No, it's actual really sweet." Bayley glanced back at Seth. "I'm just in the middle of Cinderella with Seth."
"Hey, whatever works with you, I can leave if you want."
Bayley glanced at Seth, then back at Zack. The idea of pizza, beer, and skee ball was starting to sound awesome, but her crush was cuddling with her while watching Disney movies. Seth was smirking at Bayley, obviously loving the scene unfolding before him. Bayley gave Seth an unsure expression, still debating on skee ball and Cinderella. Seth shrugged and nodded his head. Bayley turned back to Zack. "You know what? I'd love to."
Zack's face lit up. "Really? That's awesome, Bayley. Do you want me to meet you back here around, like, five or something?"
"How about now?"
"Yeah, yeah that totally works too. Are you ready to go?"
Bayley nodded her head and took the flowers from Zack. "I'm so excited; Thank you so much Zack." Bayley set the flowers on the counter top.
"Thank you for agreeing to go out with me." Zack sheepishly said.
"Seth, I'll see you later!" Bayley grabbed Zack by the hand and pulled him down the hall.
"I'll have her home by nine!" Zack yelled back to Seth.
Becky was standing in the kitchen of her dorm, cooking some eggs and bacon for herself and Sasha. The last few nights the girls had been sleeping together; Sasha kept making the same excuse that Becky's quilt was warmer than hers and that Becky was the perfect person to snuggle with at the end of the day. Becky wasn't complaining, obviously, but it still struck her as curious as to the real reason why Sasha insisted on sharing a bed. Becky also figured she was just overthinking things like she usually did and decided to not think about it anymore. Even though she tried though, it still crept into Becky's mind every once in awhile.
There was a sharp, quick knock at the door. Becky set her spatula down to answer, but Sasha beat her to the door. "Thanks, lass." Becky said, returning back to her cooking. After a few moments Sasha shuffled into the kitchen. "Who's at the door?" Becky asked.
Sasha shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno, but someone taped an envelope to the door."
Becky shifted her head in Sasha's direction; Sasha was holding a small white envelope. "Who's it for?"
Sasha handed the envelope over to Becky. "It has your name on it."
Becky set the spatula down again and accepted the envelope from Sasha. "Me?" She tore open the envelope; Inside was a small piece of notebook paper:
Dear Becky,
I know your secret...
If you want it to be kept that way, meet me outside your dorm building at ten p.m.
Love, R.Y.
Becky's jaw nearly hit the floor. What the hell was this about? Becky flipped the paper over, still trying to comprehend what was happening. Surely this person didn't mean her big secret, right? Becky's hands started to shake slightly, all nerves starting to go haywire.
"What does the letter say?" Sasha asked, snapping Becky out of her thought.
"It's a..." Becky shook her head and crumpled the letter. "Reminder about practice."
"Oh, ok, well hurry up with the eggs; I'm hungry."
Becky chuckled. "Don't worry, Sash, they're almost done."
Sasha walked into her room and shut the door. Becky un-crumbled the letter and reread it several times. This cannot be happening, Becky thought. Becky's worst nightmare may be coming true, but then again someone could be messing with her. Either way, Becky knew she needed to find out who this mystery person was tonight.
Zack and Bayley pulled up in front of Roadie's. Zack hoped out of his black Ford Escape and hurried over to the passenger side door and popped it open. Bayley flashed a smile, impressed by Zack being a gentleman. Bayley and Zack entered Roadie's. It wasn't as busy as last time Bayley was there. A few people were standing around the bar and a few were playing pool, but it was otherwise pretty empty.
"There's only a few people here," Bayley acknowledged, setting her purse down on a table near the front of the bar. "Usually it's super busy."
"Yeah, but it's barely noon." Zack replied.
Bayley scanned the arcade area: Someone was playing Street Fighter and someone was setting up a game of pool, but to her delight no one was playing skee ball. "Can we play skee ball before we eat?"
Zack nodded his head. "Yeah, of course we can. Do you want something to drink?"
"Some PBR would be great."
Zack grinned. "Right on, I'll get us a pitcher." He turned away from the table and headed towards the bar.
Bayley watched Zack while he talked to the bartender. He was nice, Bayley admitted, he dressed nice, spoke politely, and made Bayley feel good about herself but he wasn't Seth. Bayley sighed. You have got to stop thinking about Seth like that, Bayley shook her head. Seth was a great guy, perfect in Bayley's opinion, but Zack was doing everything right. Zack smiled at the bartender while she laughed at what Bayley figured what must've been a joke he told. Bayley smiled. She liked Zack, Bayley knew that, maybe he was going to end up being the perfect guy for her.
"Twenty years old and you're worried about meeting "the guy,"" Bayley muttered to herself. "You are one crazy mess, Miss Bayley."
Zack returned to the table with two large pitchers of beer. "Hey, just so you know, I ordered our pizza. I hope you like extra cheese and mushrooms."
Bayley nodded her head enthusiastically. "Mushrooms are my favorite pizza topping! How did you know?"
"I love mushrooms too. You looked like a mushroom lover." Zack poured two glasses of beer. "I hope you're thirs-" Before Zack could finish his sentence,
Bayley picked her glass and quickly inhaled the alcohol. Bayley set her cup on the table with a soft thud. Bayley burped loudly, making herself giggle in the process. "Geez, I really needed that." Bayley glanced over at Zack, who had an expression of shock and awe scribbled across his face. "Uh, sorry about that, Zack."
"Whoa." Zack chuckled. "That was... Awesome."
"Really?"
"Totally, I need to take you on dates more often. Cause you are not like other girls, and that's super dope."
Bayley's eyes widened. "D-date? This is a date?"
Zack nodded his head. "Yeah, I thought I said that."
Bayley took a deep breath. She probably should've assumed that this was a date since Zack was dressed so nicely and was acting like such a gentleman. Bayley glanced at her own attire; She suddenly felt under dressed for her date. "Gosh, Zack, I'm so sorry, I should've worn something nicer if I realized this was a date."
"What? No way. You look great."
"Really? It's a hoodie and leggings."
"So? You would look great no matter what you wore. Whether it's a hoodie or gold face paint like yesterday."
Bayley tried turning away and hiding her face to stop Zack from seeing her blush, but he noticed almost immediately and smiled. "Did I mention you look really cute when you blush?"
"Stop it, Zack, you're too sweet." Bayley smiled and started refilling her cup. "You are the nicest guy, really."
Zack smirked. "When I beat you at skee ball you won't think so."
Bayley stopped pouring her cup. "Excuse me?" She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "I'll have you know that I am a professional skee ball player."
"Professional, huh?" Zack nodded towards the skee ball game. "Prove it, Martinez." Zack dropped a quarter into the machine. The game lights lit up and started playing a happy tune. Seven plastic balls dropped into the slot with a loud clang. Zack picked up one of the balls. "See, the name of the game is the way you flick your wrist. It all depends on-"
Bayley picked up another ball, quickly rolled it up the ramp, and dropped it directly into the "100" pocket. Zack stood in stunned silence for a second. "Was that how you do it?" Bayley asked, sarcastically.
Zack handed Bayley his plastic ball. "Well, I'm glad you're having fun. I'm gonna go get drunk."
Bayley giggled and playfully pushed Zack. "Don't be silly. We can take turns." Bayley rolled the second ball up the ramp and dropped it in the "100" pocket again. "I'll still kick your butt though."
Zack chuckled. "Good thing. I won't have to let you win now."
"Oh, you are so dead." Bayley grabbed another ball and threw it up the ramp.
After a few hours of skee ball, PBR, and pizza, Bayley and Zack were on their way back to Sammartino dormitories. Zack led Bayley to her room. Bayley couldn't stop giggling. From a mixture of the fun she had and the copious amounts of booze and pizza, Bayley felt like she was on cloud nine. Zack was the nicest gentleman during the date: Making sure Bayley always had a drink, feeding her pizza, saying he let her win in skee ball even though Bayley knew she destroyed him without help.
Bayley smiled brightly. "I had a lot of fun today."
"I know, so did I." Zack agreed. "I don't remember the last time I had that much fun with a girl." Zack gently took Bayley's hand in his. "I hope we can hang out again."
Bayley giggled and dropped her head. "You have my number. So we'll have to."
Zack leaned forward and brushed his lips against Bayley's cheek. "I'll talk to you later then." He then turned and left down the hall.
Bayley, stuck between screaming and having a heart attack, froze in her spot. HE KISSED ME! HE KISSED ME! HE KISSED ME! A low hum started to emerge from Bayley's throat, that must've been something between a squeal of delight and a cry of joy. Bayley never had fun on dates, had a boy give her a kiss on the cheek... Heck, she admitted to herself, she never kissed a boy, period. Yeah, it was sad to be twenty years old and never have had kissed a guy, but it never bothered her in the least. Bayley sighed happily and unlocked her room door.
"Seth! Fuck!"
Bayley's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "Jesus! What the heck!" Bayley quickly covered her eyes.
Dana and Seth were on the couch, both had their clothes strewn around the living room. Seth was seated on the couch with Dana sitting in his lap. Luckily, Bayley only saw Dana's bare back and the wild frenzy her hair was in. "Shit, Bayley!" Seth lifted Dana off his lap and scrambled for his clothes. Bayley backed out of the room and shut the door.
"What the heck was that?" Bayley slowly uncovered her eyes, but the image of Dana's bare ass was still burned into her brain. Forget being without a kiss for twenty years, Bayley had never thought the first person she would see naked would be her bitter enemy.
The dorm door popped open. "Hi, Bayley," Seth stepped into the hallway and shut the door. "H-how was your date?"
Bayley tried looking away from her roommate, who was inappropriately shirtless. "It was good, how was yours?" Bayley tilted her head and stared up at her roommate. Judging by the look in her eyes, Seth could tell she was in some sort of discomfort.
"We-we were just watching a movie and we... Decided to..."
Bayley dropped her head. "Make love?"
Seth shrugged his shoulders. "Y-yeah, we decided to make love. I didn't know you'd be home so soon."
Bayley's chest started to tighten. "Well, Zack got tired of losing in skee ball so we came home."
"I'm glad you-"
"I'm gonna go to bed, ok?" Bayley opened the door to the dorm.
"It's like three."
"I'm tired," Bayley made eye contact with Dana, who was still on the couch wearing the same Black Veil Brides shirt Seth had on before. "Hey, Dana."
"Hi, Bayley. Sorry you had to see that." Dana said with a nervous chuckle.
"I'm sure you are." Bayley muttered under her breath. Ducking into her room, Bayley shut and locked her bedroom door. Seth was in the living room talking to Dana again, but Bayley couldn't hear what they were saying. Bayley slid down her bedroom door and hugged her knees to her chest. Despite her perfect day with Zack, Bayley couldn't help but let the tears fall from her eyes as her breath became more ragged.
It was almost ten p.m. Becky was standing outside her dorm hall in her own Stamford U hoodie. Convincing Sasha she was just stepping outside for some fresh air was almost not enough to fool her, but Becky still managed to convince her to stay back. Becky checked her phone: It was ten p.m. exactly.
"Ok, R.Y., where the hell are you?" Becky asked no one in particular.
Out of the corner of her eye, Becky saw someone approach her from around the building. Becky squinted into the dim light the street lamp was giving, trying to catch a glimpse of her "admirer."
Becky's eyes went wide. "What the hell?"
"Hi, Becky, I bet you're wondering what this is all about."
Becky furrowed her brow in confusion. "Renee? What the hell?"
