Sasha had decided to talk to Roman at his house, feeling that it would be more private. She took her lunch break, Roman even offered to buy her lunch or make her something, but she denied. After an awkward, quiet drive to Roman's house, Sasha had to admit that his new house looked nice. When she was inside the house, she was more amazed.

Roman went into the kitchen, Sasha following him. He got out two cups and filled them with water as Sasha sat in one of the chairs, looking out the window. She wasn't trying to worry so much about what Roman had to talk to her about - It couldn't be that bad, right?

He put the glasses down on the table, which made her look to see him putting one in front of her and one where he was now sitting. Sasha quickly gulped down half of the water. Roman just sat there, staring at her, not touching his water. He cleared his throat, giving Sasha a weak smile. It hurt her to see how upset he was and was still trying to pull off that he was actually happy.

"What are we going to talk about?" Sasha wonders. It was almost like they didn't know how to speak to one another anymore. "It's been awhile since we last saw one another."

Roman looks down, then up at her again, nervously chuckling. "You know ever since I had taken you in back a few years ago, I'd thought of you as a little sister..." He trailed off, Sasha slowly nodding her head, worried where this was going, "... I haven't talked to much of anybody in my life since I got back with Corey..." That was the first time she'd heard that they were back together - Seth didn't tell her, assuming he knew. She was being real quiet. "... And when I have, they've always asked me why." He said, taking a deep breath.

"You don't have to tell me anything if it's hard for you, Roman." Sasha says, "I understand if it's too personal."

"He asked me to come back," Roman confessed, "I was going to say no, I was with Seth and getting to a good place where we were both happy, but the way he looked at me... I just couldn't say it. Next thing I know, we're living together and I'm looking for a new job so his business friends don't look at me weirdly when they found out I was a stripper."

Sasha couldn't help herself, "Why can't you just end it with him?"

Roman shook his head, "You don't get it, no one does - "

"What don't we get?" Sasha cut him off.

Roman took a few minutes before speaking. He looked like he was trying to find the right words to say, then he took off his jacket, placing it on the other chair. He then looked Sasha in the eyes, "This is what I feel like I deserve. I hurt Seth for the past two years," Roman admitted, his voice low, looking down to the table, deciding he couldn't look at Sasha. He shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes, replaying some stuff Corey had said to him before. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I mean, I played football in college and was going to go somewhere, but I gave it up for what? I'm now an unemployed man who used to work at a strip club! What am I really doing with my life? My cousin just got engaged while I was too scared to get into a relationship in fear of someone hurting me. How screwed up am I to believe that I actually deserve that?" Roman continued, his voice starting to crack. Sasha found his hand and put her hand on top of his, she didn't know what to say. Both of them couldn't believe this was coming out of his mouth right now - He'd felt this way for a long time now, but to actually say something about it - iy was frightening, but liberating.

Roman quickly excused himself, getting up and leaving the kitchen. Sasha's jaw dropped, putting hands to cover her mouth, shocked at all that Roman had just said. A door upstairs slammed and she jumped at the sound.

While Roman was upstairs, Sasha took a few sips of the water, came up with something to say to Roman when he came back down. She put her hair up in a ponytail when she heard a phone ringing so she checked her phone to see no new messages or missed calls. She put the phone back and tried to sit still, waiting for him to come back.

A few minutes later, Roman came down the stairs. He appeared in the kitchen again - His eyes were puffy and red, a piece of paper that looked folded in his hand. Roman stood in front of Sasha, she was a little confused.

Roman extended his arm, handing the paper to her. She took it, seeing the paper read Seth's name on it. "Can you give that to Seth for me?" Roman asked, "A restaurant I applied to called me back and I need to be there in fifteen minutes."

Sasha nods her head, standing up and looking him up and down. The next thing Roman knew, he was being pulled into a hug, hearing Sasha whisper to him, "I hope you're okay, Roman. I'd hate to see anything happen to you." She pulled away, kissing him on the check, then left the room leaving Roman standing there unable move.

Seth went into the club later that day happy, excited for tonight when he would be Tommy next. They had decided to try out being relationship, which was good. Seth was finally moving on.

He walked behind the bar, waiting for someone to order something. He cleaned a few of the cups, then went to move around some of the drinks before someone finally ordered a beer. He opened the beer, handing it to the customer, who didn't even thank him.

The club wasn't all that busy, but some people were there sitting by the stage. One of the people that were already served asked Seth where Sasha was, leaving Seth to wonder that as well. He noticed that the other bartender, Alex, was taking care of another customer but Sasha wasn't here. They all had the same shift this week.

A short time after that, Sasha came out from Mr. McMahon's office, rolling her eyes as the boss was saying something to her. He was behind her and looked angry. Sasha said something, then walked away and went over to the bar. She put a towel on her shoulder, immediately taking an order for a customer.

She sighed as she got the scotch ready, then handed it to them, smiling at them. Seth walked over to her, she jumped, surprised to see Seth.

"Why were you talking to Mr. McMahon, what happened?" Seth wonders.

Sasha waves it off, "Oh, ended up taking twenty more minutes on my lunch break than I should've. Now I don't have one tomorrow."

Seth smirked, "Date with Shay go longer than expected?" He asked, winking.

Sasha gasps, hitting him on his arm, "No!" She exclaimed, "I... Talked to Roman today." She informed looking at him sheepishly and Seth froze.

"What did he say?"

Instead of saying anything, Sasha went into her shorts pocket, getting out the folded piece of paper. She handed it to him.

When he saw the paper that had his name on it, Seth took a deep breath, preparing himself for what might be written in it. It could say anything. Seth unfolded the paper, then read what was written in perfect French:

I dream of you.

Roman.

P.S., I miss you.

Seth smiled, but then said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Sasha grabbed the paper, reading what it said, then gave it back to him. She shrugged her shoulders, "What does it say? It looks like it's written in French or something."

"It is." Seth replies, "One of the first times Roman and I met, I was trying to learn French for an upcoming trip and he offered to teach me. So from then on, we'd speak French every once in a while.. Usually if we were happy." He explained, "But... The letter had mentioned his pick up line he used on me." Seth went on, shocked that Roman could even remember what that. The letter never said how he was, just a line of memories between the two of them and how he missed him. The letter felt important to Seth, who was still oddly smiling. "It even said he missed me."

What a time to give me this letter, Seth thought, just when I happen to move on...

Seth and Tommy were waiting outside the movie theatre, it was freezing outside again. Seth was smoking a cigarette while Tommy stood there with him, looking around to see other people going inside the theatre or paying for tickets.

"You look like something is bothering you, is everything okay?" Tommy asks.

Seth shakes his head no, looking at the cigarette in his hand. He didn't want to mention the letter to Tommy, it would have to be such a long story, but if he didn't tell him, he would be keeping something from him and that wasn't such a good way to start this relationship.

"Yeah, everything's fine." Seth lied, putting the cigarette up to his lips, taking a long drag of the cigarette before throwing it to the ground, stepping on it. The smoke left his mouth, "Just had some rude customers at the bar today. Other than that, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm good," Tommy says with a smile, "Surprisingly all of my students have finished their art project that I gave them a week ago."

"Wow." Seth said, "That's great."

Tommy nodded his head, looking back to the theatre, "Ready to go watch Paranoia? The tickets says the movie might be starting in a few minutes."

"Yeah, let's go." Seth said. He walked with Tommy to the movie theatre, getting their snacks and drinks. He was going to try to not think of the letter Roman sent.

Roman nodded his head as he wrote the location down. "Okay, I got it. Thanks, Jimmy." He says, hanging up, putting the home phone back. Walking into the living room where Corey was drinking a beer, relaxing on the couch as he watched the football game. He sat down next to him, placing the paper on the coffee table.

"What did Jimmy have to say?" Corey asks.

Roman shrugs his shoulders, watching as a guy scores a touchdown on the TV. "Just the wedding. Naomi and Jimmy want to have it in about a month or two."

Corey looks at him, confused. He takes a swig of the beer, finishing it. "Why are they rushing it?" He sits up, putting the bottle on the coffee table and moves his body to face Roman.

"I don't know, they just said they don't want to wait any longer." Roman says, "You have to ask them."

"Is she pregnant?" Corey wonders as a chuckle escapes him.

Roman's eyes widen, looking back to the TV, then back to Corey. He shook his head, "Again, I don't know. I haven't seen her in about a month and Jimmy didn't say anything about it. Why does it matter?"

Corey didn't answer, his joking mood vanishing. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and went back to watching the game. Roman sighed. He was excited for the wedding, he told himself. Being one of the best men, leaving Delaware for a little while, it should be fun. He'll even get to see some people he hasn't seen in a while - His family, friends. It all sounded great, but why wasn't he excited for it?

When the game was over and both were going upstairs, Corey stopped on one of the stairs, turning around and looked at Roman. "Does this mean your going to the wedding?"

Roman scoffed, "Of course, I kinda have to." He says, "I'm one of the best men."

"Why didn't I know anything about it?" Corey asks.

Roman grabbed on the railing, moving closer to it. He was hoping that Corey didn't get angry because he didn't tell him about being apart of the wedding. "I just... I agreed to it because he's family." He sighed, "Family is important." He explained.

"I know," Corey says after a few seconds, "And that's one thing I like about your family." He turns back around, walking up the stairs. Roman let out a sigh of relief, following him upstairs.

They went into the bedroom, Corey taking off his shirt as Roman just watched. Noticing that he was just standing there, staring.

"What's going on, Roman? You're acting a little weird." Corey says.

"I'm going to go take a shower, okay? Tomorrow I've got an early shift at the restaurant." Roman says.

Corey nods his head, Roman leaving the room. He went into the bathroom, starting the water, taking his shirt off when he heard his name called. He sighed. Roman went back into the bedroom to see Corey just in his boxers, getting comfortable on the bed.

"Where's the wedding going to be anyway?" He wonders.

"Jimmy says they're going to have it in Florida, Naomi's parents own a house down by the beach there." Roman explains, "They really want to have it at the beach, but considering the weather, they might have it inside."

"That seems interesting." Corey says, "Can I come?"

Roman stood there, expecting him to ask that. He wanted to say no, that he wanted to go to Florida alone, but he found himself saying, "I already thought you would, but yeah, you can come."

Roman left the room, walking back into the bathroom, closing the door. He undressed himself, getting into the shower. He ignored the pain that the scorching water gave him when it hit his shoulder, which had a bruise on it. He was trying to relax and not worry about it, but he had a gut feeling that something was going to happen at the wedding - And it wasn't going to be good.

Author's Note: I understand that Seth and Tyler haven't met up yet, but I promise you, it will happen soon. Lately I've been having a lot of ideas for this story and I've been writing them down, so I'm a little ahead. There will be a few more chapters coming up, two are flashbacks, before they actually meet each other. Everything that will be happening from this chapter leads up to it... Please don't be angry/hate me for making you wait for them to meet up!

On another note, thank you to everyone who's read, favorited, followed and reviewed this story even though I've made you wait for the meeting. It means a lot to me. I hope you like the new chapter!

Thank you again, Lizzie.