A/N: I don't own anyone but Marley/Her family/my ideas.


Marley woke up the next morning to the extremely loud sound of her alarm. She groaned and reached over to hit her phone a few times until the noise stopped.

She was for sure hungover. Her head was throbbing and the sun shining in through the window was not helping. She had a meeting later and going to that hungover was going to be fun. She told her sister to not let her get to this point last night, but of course she should've known better. She brought her arm up and used it to cover her eyes.

Five minutes later, the alarm went off again.

"Will you turn that damn thing off?" She heard a muffled voice coming from next to her. Her eyes quickly shot open.

"What the.." She rolled onto her side and she came face to face with the devil himself.

"Ambrose, why are you in my bed? Oh god. Did we.." She trailed off as she quickly lifted up her covers. She let out a sigh of relief. They were both fully clothed. "Thank god." She noticed that he seemed to have fallen back asleep. Half of his face was buried into the pillow, his mouth open slightly. He looked kind of adorable. Wait, Marley no. Bad Marley.

"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer." He mumbled. She considered snapping a picture of him to use as blackmail that she was sure she would need in the future, but she decided against it. She didn't need anyone going through her phone and finding a picture of a sleeping Ambrose.

"Ambrose, why are you in my bed?" She asked him again.

"You're actually in my bed." She sat up and looked around the room. All these hotel rooms looked the same, but one thing that was different from her own room, was the fact that there was a sleeping Samoan in the other bed a few feet away from them.

"And before you go freaking out anymore, we were going to take you back to your own room because you were far too gone, but you couldn't find your key card. So we let you crash here. Nothing happened. You did hit on Roman a few times. And you asked if you could braid his hair. Then you passed out on my bed."

"And you couldn't have slept on the couch?"

"It's my bed."

She pulled the covers back and hopped out of the bed. "I'm just going to use your bathroom and then I'll be on my way." She grabbed her phone from the bedside table and quietly tip toed into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and man, did she look rough. Her hair was sticking up all over the had dark circles under her eyes where her eye makeup wore off and she had dried drool on the side of her mouth.

"That's really cute, Mar." She grabbed a washcloth that was on counter and she soaked it in water. She tried to wipe off as much of the smeared makeup as she could. "At least now you look less like a zombie." She gathered her hair up and tossed it up into a messy bun that sat on the top of her head.

She quietly exited the bathroom. She noticed that Ambrose's bed was now empty, but she didn't see him anywhere. She didn't want to just leave without letting him know, but she couldn't stick around and wait for him to reappear.

She found a notepad and a pen in one of the bedside drawers and she scribbled down a note.

"Thanks for letting me crash with you guys last night. I owe you both a beer or something. -Marley"

She found her shoes on the table and she grabbed them on her way out. She quietly pulled the door closed as she exited the room, since she didn't want to wake Roman. She let out the breath she was holding in when she stood in the hallway. She looked up and down the hallway, making sure no one spotted her leaving the room. No doubt someone would think she was doing the Walk of Shame.

When she was sure that no one saw her, she made her way down the hallway to her own room. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She froze in her spot when she heard the voice behind her. She knew that voice all too well. "Fuck." She cursed under her breath.

She turned around to face the source of the noise. "Good morning, Seth." Curse him and his early morning workouts.

"Did I just see you come out of someone's room, still dressed in last nights clothes?" He saw the room she came out of and he knew who was currently occupying said room.

"It's not what it looks like." She tried to explain, but he cut her off.

"Your secret is safe with me, intern." And with that, he winked and walked away.

After that, she ran straight to her room. She couldn't risk running into anyone else. She reached her door and she quickly realized she didn't have her bag or her key card on her. "Of course this shit happens to me. Of course." She said to herself. She could call her sister to let her in, but she'd still need her bag, which was most likely still in the room down the hall.

She took a deep breath and made her way back down the hallway. She reached the room that she had just emerged from and she knocked on the door. No answer. She waited a few moments before she knocked again. No answer. She brought her fist up to knock on the door again, but the door soon opened.

"What do yo- Oh. Did you forget something?" A shirtless Dean Ambrose stood at the door.

She couldn't help but stare at him.

Marley was snapped out of her daze when Dean started snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Marley!"

"Huh what?" She was staring at him, and he had caught her. She had to get out of there and she had to get out of there fast.

"See something you like?" He smirked at her and as glared at him.

"Yeah, my bag over there." She pushed him aside and entered the room. Luckily, her eyes found her bag hanging off the back of one of the chairs in the room. She retrieved her bag and quickly bolted out of the room without saying a word.

He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

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Marley sat in front of her door, waiting for her sister. She had emptied out her bag several times and she had no luck finding her key card. It had to be in the room. Some good it's doing her in there. She called Jess at least ten times and the girl was not answering her phone. She texted Renee and a few others, asking if they had seen her and the general response was "Not since last night."

So she camped herself right in front of the door, waiting for her to do her own Walk of Shame and let her into the room.

Marley was leaning against the door with her eyes closed when she felt herself fall backwards. "What the fuck?"

"Marley? What are you doing?" Jess reached out to help her sister up.

"Have you been in here this whole time?" She stood up with the help of her sister and brushed the dirt off of herself.

"Uh yeah. Where else would I have been? The real question is, where have YOU been?"

"I called you like twenty times. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

Jess went over to where her phone was charging and noticed the missed calls. "Oh. I must've had it on silent. My bad.."

Marley groaned. She had an hour and a half to shower, get packed and get to the airport. There's no way she'd get there on time.

She rummaged through her suitcase, looking for her bottle of Tylenol. "There it is." She popped two out of the bottle and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She downed both pills with a gulp of water.

"So, are you going to tell me where you were or do I get to pretend like you hooked up with a wrestler so I can go back and have something exciting to tell my friends?"

"You're not going to tell them about your conquest?" Marley went back to digging into her suitcase. She was looking for something comfy to wear for her flight and she would change before she got to her meeting.

"That didn't go as planned. Dude turned out to be a jerk, so I bailed."

"That's not like you at all."

Jess shrugged. "It's whatever. Enough about me and more about you. Where did you sleep last night?"

Marley really didn't want to tell her sister where she had been. She knew Jess would make a huge deal about it and she didn't have time for that this morning. "Oh. I just stayed the night with Nikki. Nothing exciting." She was sure that would get her off her back. "I need to shower, so I'm gonna do that."

15 minutes later, Marley was clean as a whistle. She stepped out if the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.

"I know you're lying about staying with Nikki, but fine. Whatever. Don't tell me where you were. That's cool. I'm just going to back and tell my friends that you hooked up with Wade Barrett."

"You do that then." Marley grabbed her hairdryer from her suitcase and made her way back into the bathroom. She unwrapped her hair from the towel and quickly began blow drying her hair. When she was satisfied with her hair, she threw it up into a sleek ponytail. She didn't have time to do anything else with it.

She wrapped the cord around the handle of the blowdryer and packed it away into her suitcase. She packed away the rest of her things, putting her makeup and the outfit for her meeting on the top, that way she didn't have to dig around in her suitcase for it when she got to Stamford.

She let out a sigh as she zipped up her suitcase. She was surprised she even got everything to fit. She was a terrible packer and she could never get everything to fit the way it needed to.

She sat down on the bed and slipped her tennis shoes on. She walked around the room, doing a once over to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. She found her phone charger still plugged into the wall and she threw that into her purse. She now had everything and was ready to go.

"Are you ready?" Marley asked her sister. Jess would be driving her to the airport and then she'd be on her way back home.

Jess nodded. "Let's head out."


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