"Dean? Come on out, babe. We're gonna be late!" Roman called to him from the dressing room. Dean's been in there for over thirty minutes now, trying on all the clothes Roman had picked out for him. They were supposed to be shopping for the garden party, since Dean didn't really have the 'appropriate' clothes to meet his father. Conveniently though, Dean seemed to hate everything that Roman handed him. He was a t-shirt and jeans kinda guy, and he didn't do formal wear well, but Roman really wanted Dean to look his best when he met his father.
Mostly because his father never approved of anyone he ever dated. He wouldn't call Roman's boyfriend's by their names on purpose, and showed no respect to any of them in the slightest. The only one he seemed to remotely like was Randy, because Bob and Sika had a great relationship to begin with. It was actually funny, considering Sika was the one who introduced Roman and Randy when they were only 17 years old. Roman was still dating Sami at the time, but with some shit stroke of bad luck, he and Randy became friends because of their similarities in lifestyles. It was when Roman turned 20 that Randy asked him out. Roman said yes against his better judgment, and things weren't ever the same again. He thought they were happy for a long time, but.. Randy proved him wrong.
Roman hated that Sika held Randy in such high regard, still, even after he broke his heart. But he knew it was only because Randy came from money and privilege and that's the kinda thing his father latched onto.
"Okay okay." Dean opened the curtain and stood there, trying his best not to get his sweaty palms on the very expensive clothes, "So umm.. how do i look?"
Roman smiled as his eyes took in a sight. Dean in a Fred Perry polo shirt, black cuffed Ralph Lauren slacks, and some black and white Toms to finish off the formal look. He looked so handsome and yet classically sexy. He bit his lip, heat warming his cheeks as he looked him up and down. "Damn. You look hot. Babe honestly, You need to wear this to the party." Roman laced his hand with Dean's pulling him towards the counter.
"You really think i look hot?" Dean asked as he and Roman made it to the counter.
"Let's put it this way.." Roman leaned in to whisper in Dean's ear, "If we didn't have anywhere to go, i'd buy you this anyway. To fulfill a certain fantasy of mine." Roman cracked a mischievous smile, it caused Dean to blush. Damn his boyfriend was a freak. Luckily, Dean loved that side of him.
As they were waiting in line, Dean remembered that he left his old clothes back in the dressing room. "Wait, Ro, what about my jeans and my shirt? I need to go get them!" Dean tried to pull away from Roman to go and get his shirt. That was literally his favorite flash tee. No way was he leaving it in this snobby ass store. They'd probably burn it. He tried to get away but was stopped by Roman's tight hold on his wrist.
"Relax. The sales girl is folding your clothes and bagging them as we speak. She'll bring em' to you at the counter." Dean seemed to relax at that information. Even though he still wasn't completely comfortable in this whole get up, he had to admit he did look good. Now only if he could afford all of this...
Speaking of which, Roman and Dean finally made it to the register and Roman smiled at the sales girl and she smiled back, with a subtle bite of her bottom lip. Roman didn't catch it, but it didn't go unnoticed by Dean who was starting to wonder if she even knew Roman was gay or not from the way 'Cashier Barbie' was staring at his man.
"Hi Summer. We'll be taking what he's wearing, plus the cream i talked to the sales woman about?"
"Of course Mr. Reigns, everything is all ready and taken care of for you, like always." The girl smiled, flipping her hair to her right side. She had a name tag and it said "Summer Rae." of course her name was Summer. Dean thought. What a ray of annoying bottled-blonde sunshine she was.
Puke.
"Thanks Summer you always take care of me." Roman smiled, and then he and Summer started chatting about random things that Dean had no real interest in. She kept tossing her weave back and forth, laughing at whatever he said like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. Dean thought it was harmless until she put her hand on Roman's hand and that was when Dean started hear kill bill sirens.
Oh no, this bitch did not just put her hands on his man.
"Babe, can you hurry up? This is taking forever, and i really want to make out with you in the car." Dean said unexpectedly. It was a low move, to go all teenage wasteland on her but Dean somehow needed this girl to hear who Roman belonged with. It didn't stop there either, Dean kissed the side of Roman's face, and wrapped his arms around him from the side. Roman looked back at Dean completely embarrassed, but blushing obliviously at his boyfriends public display of affection. Dean looks towards Summer who's mouth was hanging open a bit in shock, and that's when Roman swiped his card. It charged everything then the sales girl came out with their bags.
"C'mon babe, let's go." Roman takes Dean's hand as they walked out together. "Bye Summer." Roman waved, holding Dean at the waist.
"Yeah... bye Summer." Dean gives her a fake wave but not before mouthing, "Mine." to her, then leaving the store with Roman.
xxx
In the car, Roman looks over Dean who was looking out the window, seemingly deep in thought. He nudges him with his free hand but still keeps his eyes on the road. "I'm sorry about dragging you with me today." Roman said genuinely. "My father can be an asshole sometimes, but you don't really need to be caught in my mess."
Dean snorted, looking at Roman now, "Are you kidding? I've been waiting to meet your douchebag daddy since the Hamptons. I mean yeah. I would rather us go biking through Central Park like we planned but there's always other times. It's not like you're getting rid of me anytime soon, Reigns." Dean picks up Roman's free hand and kisses the palm, then caresses it softly. Roman smiled, linking their fingers together as he got onto the highway.
"Like i would ever want to get rid of you. You're too cute and i'd miss you too damn much." He couldn't see Dean blushing since he was driving. But a firm squeeze of his hand from Dean and he knew his blue eyed boyfriend liked what he had just said.
"So you're not looking to trade me for a bleached blonde shop girl named Summer?" Dean teased, laughing as he looked out the window once again.
"Oh shut up." Roman chuckled, letting go of Dean's hand to swerve into the parking lot. Apparently they were here. The Balor estate. It was huge as fuck and completely gorgeous. Dean's mouth hung open as his blue eyes took in a mansion bigger than every house on his block back in Ohio and.. probably the entire state.
"Woah." He said as Roman parked. "You told me we'd be going to a mansion. Not it's own fucking island."
"Yeah it is pretty big isn't it?" Roman's eyes followed Dean's, "The Balors are sweet too. Very humble despite their wealth and stature. Their son, Finn, however, is a pansexual nightmare." Roman looked away, biting his lip as he started thinking about great memories between him and Finn Balor.
"What?" Dean said curiously.
"What? Oh nevermind." Roman cleared his throat and focused.
"Okay so let's go over some rules. First here." Roman handed Dean some type of cream from the bags. "Put that in your hair, and just slick back. It'll give you more of a refinded look." Dean scooped some out and started putting it in his hair, slicking it back. Roman nodded acceptingly. "Next. Do not, i repeat do not tell my dad how old you are. He thinks i have a thing for younger guys and hello? I don't okay, they have a thing for me. Oh and don't correct him if he says your name wrong? He does it on purpose. He likes to get under my skin and will probably try to get under yours. He'll refer to us making love as "entertaining" and he'll make sure to say that repeatedly too. Avoid talking politics, he's a conservative republican and hates that I'm liberal. Oh for some reason, he hates strawberries so don't offer to get him anything. The only key to you have to getting him to give you any type of chance is to go through my mom. Patrica. Call her Mrs. Reigns. Dad has been.. unfaithful in recent years and mom's in denial so i need you to make sure you're calling her that so she can feel respected..." Roman took a deep breath, "Fuck what am i missing?"
Roman was scrambling to find out what he was missing but Dean just put his hand on his thigh then leaned forward and gave him a kiss. It stilled Roman and he smiled against Dean's lips, forgetting all his nerves. Roman caressed the side of his face, then pulled back, biting his lip. "Thank you. I needed that."
"I'm always here to help." Dean winked, cleaning off his hand with a wipe. "So i got all the info. Are we good to go?"
"Yep just one last thing." Roman opened the car door and got out, going over to help Dean out of the car.
"What is it?" Dean said, hopping out of the car and walking towards the estate with Roman.
"Please, avoid Randy at all cost."
The event was barely getting started out back in the garden. Roman and Dean held hands as they went to go look for Roman's mother. Patricia usually helped out the Balor's every year with the cooking. And this year was no different. Roman found her in the kitchen, finishing up some pies.
"Mama!" Roman said, smiling as she saw him. He let go of Dean's hand to give his mom a tight hug, then kissed her cheek.
"Baby. I'm glad you're okay. I was talking to Nikki the other day and she said you weren't feeling well." His mom held her hand to his cheek. "I should come over one of these days, you won't be sick for the rest of the year if i do."
"I'm fine mom. I told Nicole to not tell you again-" Roman was cut off by his mom's scoff.
"Please. That girl calls me every single day. You of all people should know that. She calls me more than you do." Roman couldn't argue with that. Nikki was like family, even if he didn't want to admit it. They were like brother and sister.
Dean stood there as Roman talked to his mother. At first he was thinking about how much they looked alike, then his eyes transferred to the pies that were cooling on the counter and now he realized how hungry he was. He only ate a damn fruit cup and sparking water at that boutique. He needed something like... now.
"Umm.. Mama, i wanna introduce you to my boyfriend, Dean." Roman pulled Dean away from the pies long enough to shake hands with his mother. "Dean this is my mom, Patricia."
"Mrs Reigns. It's nice to meet you." Dean smiled genuinely and Patricia seemed to like it that he addressed her as Mrs Reigns. Roman was right. Yes! Score one for Ambrose.
"It's nice to meet you too. It's so refreshing to see Roman date a well mannered boy." She smiled as Roman rolled his eyes, mumbling something unintelligible. "But honey you look hungry." Mama Reigns pointed out. "Am i correct?"
Dean nodded overly excitedly. "Starving ma'am." She took him over to the fridge and started handing him some hor d'oeuvres. Dean started eating them happily as he and Mrs Reigns got to talking.
"So i don't get any food?" Roman stood there against the counter, crossing his arms in a huff.
"Roman hush. Can't you see we're talking?" Patricia slapped his arms, causing Roman to sigh over dramatically.
"Yeah, Ro. We're talking. Don't be so rude." Dean said with a smile. He popped a quiche in his mouth and went back talking with Patricia. Roman narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend and mom and realized he had been dismissed already. He huffed again, deciding to walk out to go find his father.
"So how did you and my son meet?" Patricia asked as she started cutting up the pies into small pieces.
"Well i was in New York on vacation and we met in a bar. He made me laugh. Like really laugh. And we started just talking and hanging out. After awhile i couldn't deny my feelings for him any longer. He really is a something special, Mrs Reigns and.. i love him." Dean took a sip of lemonade Mrs Reigns made and he was in heaven. Oh wow can this woman cook.
"You love my son?" Patricia asked, with a small smile. She knew they were dating but she didn't know they were this serious. Roman honestly never told her anything.
"With all my heart, ma'am." For some reason Patricia could tell that his words was sincere. She reached up and put her hands on his face, smiling as she wiped some crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
"And he loves you?"
"With all his heart." Dean blushed while looking down. Roman really did love him with everything in him. Dean felt it every single day.
"Then you guys have something special. But you better treat him right, understand me?"
"I understand Mrs. Reigns. I will treat him right." Dean smiled down at her, then watched her pull back.
"Good." Patricia pulled back and cut Dean a hearty slice, "Want some cherry pie, Dean?"
"God yes, Please."
xxx
Roman was walking around, saying hello and showing his face so that if his no good father didn't show up, people would at least admit to seeing him there. He was talking to Finn Balor's mom when he noticed his father was actually there. Talking to Randy Orton of all people. They were deep in conversation, and then they shook hands. Roman did not like that they just shook hands. Nothing good could come out of that. Eh, it was probably nothing. He straightened up as he walked over to his father.
"Roman." Randy said with a smirk as he walked pass Roman.
"Randall." Roman replied nonchalantly.
Roman was trying to figure out why the hell Randy was smiling at him when...
"Roman! Son." Sika opened his arms and tried to hug his son but Roman just stood there as Sika patted him on the back.
"Hello, father." Roman said pushing back from him, "It's good to see you umm..." Roman cleared his throat, "So.. i came. This is what you wanted right? For me to show up, and show my face. So here it is." Roman's attitude was showing a little too much for his father's liking.
"I asked you to come because these are the types of people you're going to need in your life to be a successful lawyer. Networking, son. It's the way i did it, and the way you should start too. You don't have much longer now before you take the bar."
Roman groaned as he walked along with his father. It was almost like he wasn't ever listening when he told him things. He wanted to go into civil law. Not be some expensive lawyer douchebag on retainer at rich people's behest. His father knew this, but still tried to decide Roman's future for him. He hated that sometimes.
"Father, you know i don't want to do criminal law. That's just not me. I can't see myself defending some rich asshole who just murdered his entire family without breaking everything in my moral code."
"Roman, yet another thing you can't seem to grasp." Sika smiled at people as he walked pass, picking up some champagne from the trays going around. "This is your life, whether you like it or not, you are apart of the elite. You spent three thousand dollars on clothes today, and did that affect your moral code?" He handed a champagne to Roman, who took it unwillingly.
"Dad i..." Fuck, he still checked his credit cards.
"It didn't did it? Because you're used to the money i pump into your account every month. You're used to eating at Patis for lunch, buying clothes from Ralph Lauren and going into Gucci for something as simple as a wallet." Sika stopped them at the glass door that connects to the kitchen. He put his hand on Roman's shoulder, smiling at him. "You'll get used to defending someone who killed his entire family. Just like you got used to being rich. Why? It's apart of who you are. Whether you like it.. Or not."
Sika gave him a cold smile then opened the sliding glass door. He entered it and Roman followed, with his head down. When Sika and Roman came into the kitchen, they saw Roman's mom and Dean eating cherry pie together and laughing about something. Roman finally was able to smile. Dean looked like he was having such a good time with his mom and Patricia seemed to be enjoying Dean's company.
Just like Roman had hoped.
"Patti. What's goin on in here?" Sika asked, moving to kiss his wife on the cheek. His eyes then went to Dean who had cherry flavoring all over his mouth.
"Hi, Mr. Reigns. It's nice to formally meet you. I'm Dean. Roman's boyfriend." Dean said with a cherry filled smile. He held out his hand for Sika to shake but the hand was just stared at it like it was a foreign object. Dean looked at Roman who for some reason had his head down.
"Ahh. So you're the one my son entertains often, hmm?" Sika said dryly, opening the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
Dean's face tightened, he knew Roman said not to let his dad get to him, but he was kind of a really huge asshole. "Umm.. you can say that? But mostly we just hang out. Your son is an amazing man, Mr Reigns." Dean once again looked to Roman for help but Roman's eyes stayed on the ground. Like he was powerless or something.
"I already know my son is amazing. I raised him after all, Dan." Sika snipped, sipping from his water bottle.
"It's Dean." The moment Dean corrected his father, Roman knew, Dean was about to blow a casket. He was already letting Sika get to him. Fuck, he needed to do something fast.
But what could he do?
"I heard your name." Sika smirked, "Tell me, Daniel. What is it that you do?"
"It's Dean, and I'm a full time student." Dean said back, feeling a certain tension flow through him. This fucker was calling him different names on purpose.
"Dean... Maybe we should just go?" Roman finally interjected, moving to take Dean by the hand.
"A student." Sika started laughing, much to Patrica's disappointment. She frowned, knowing exactly where her husband was about to take this. "Let me guess, you're some sort of theater major? Connecting with your inner self through the art of expression. Or whatever liberal bullshit they're spewing out in those obama care college's these days."
"Sika! Enough." Patrica's tone was serious. Dean was a good boy that Sika was looking to break. He did it with so many of Roman's boyfriends and Patricia let it happen too often. Dean loved her son, she could see it in his eyes. She wasn't about to let her husband tear him down like this. "Stop this, now." she warned.
"I'm actually an art major." Dean interjects, not really meaning to cut Patricia off, "...And yeah i do express myself through my art. In fact, just last weekend me and your son created art togeth-" Before Dean could finish Roman squeezed his hand hard, pulling on it. Blue eyes looked into gray and they said 'stop it' without words.
"My son entertaining young men isn't anything new to me, David." Sika laughed at how easy this was, he decided to go for the jugular, "How old are you? Nineteen?"
"My name is Dean!" Dean scrunched up his fist in Roman's hand and Roman could feel the tension rising in the room. "And your son doesn't entertain me, he makes love to me. We make love all the time you ignorant prick!"
And there is was. The lid on Dean's anger, exploding. And all Sika had to do was push the right buttons.
"Dean!" Roman yelled, "Please, let's just go." he whispered, turning Dean away to walk out.
"Make sure to say hello to Picasso for me Dylan!" Sika laughed as they exited. Patricia had her arms crossed and a disappointed look on her face as she looked at Sika. "What?" Sika laughed, "C'mon. I was just having fun with him!"
Patrica's jaw tightened. "You were belittling a good boy. He loves our son!"
Sika laughed into his water bottle, "And he'll be gone by tonight. Just like the rest of them. No one is good enough for our boy, Patti."
"Sika what do you have planned?" Patricia was starting to worry.
"Don't worry honey. I've got things covered." With that, Sika left the kitchen. Once he was away from Patricia he sent Randy a text.
Sika: It's a go.
xxx
Roman brought Dean up to the bathroom then slammed the door shut, pacing back and forth. "What is the one thing i told you not to do?" Roman yelled at him.
"Don't let Sika get to me." Dean said it all too quietly.
"DON'T FUCKING LET SIKA GET TO YOU." Roman repeated as he screamed, watching Dean sit down on the toilet. "Damnit Dean you had one job, one! All you had to do was smile at him and say hello. THAT'S IT. I honestly can't believe you! We made a plan.. jesus fucking christ-"
"I'm sorry, alright? I know. I fucked up." Dean said as he stood up and went to the door. "I'm am an idiot."
"Dean where are you going?" Roman asked. "I still wanna talk about this!"
"I just need... air." Is all Dean replied before he left Roman in the bathroom alone.
xxx
Dean never smoked a day in his life, but he certainly could use a Newport or something right now. It wouldn't stop him from thinking about how he fucked up with Roman's dad, but maybe it would take away the embarrassment and pain he felt for letting Roman down. It was more painfully clear than ever before that he and Roman's worlds were completely different. Roman was rich, he wore expensive clothes daily, and charged lube on his credit card. Dean was this blue collar wannabe artist from Ohio who had to sell paintings just to keep up with his college tuition. This wasn't his world. He didn't belong here.
"You don't belong here you know." A voice from behind him says, causing Dean to turn around. It was Randy, Roman's ex. Dean hasn't seen him since that day at the restaurant. Roman told Dean to avoid him, but Dean knew this showdown was bound to happen sooner or later.
"What?" Dean asked, turning around to face him.
"I said you don't belong here. This world? Isn't for people like you." Randy approached him slowly, "You can't even keep it together for one meeting with his father. How do you expect to be with him in the long run?" Dean's eyes were flickering, trying to figure out how Randy knew all of this. "Oh yeah. I saw your little breakdown in the kitchen in front of Roman's parents. How embarrassing are you?" He laughed at Dean, "Calling the man who raised him an ignorant prick?"
Dean gulped, trying not to let what Randy was saying get to him. "I... didn't mean that." he spoke softly.
"I bet you don't mean a lot of things. Yet you say them anyway. That's the thing about people like you. You want what we have but when you get a taste of it you act like idiots." Randy's words were stinging him like daggers straight to the chest. "Do you really love Roman?" He asked seriously.
"Fuck you." Dean spat. What a ridiculous question. Of course he loved Roman. What was Randy getting at? "I love him more than you ever could."
"No. You don't. You know how i know you don't love him?"
"How?" Dean's lip quivered.
"Because if you did, you'd know that you're no good for him. Do you know how selfish you're being by keeping Roman all to yourself? A guy like Roman? Handsome, rich, smart. Look down deep, Dean. You know that you don't deserve him. You let yourself fall for a man completely out of your league."
Dean shook his head in disbelief, turning away from Randy. Fuck. He was getting in his head. "Fuck off, Orton." Dean bellowed, willing himself not to cry.
"If you loved him, truly, you would break up with him and let Roman be with a real man. Someone his father approves of."
"You mean someone like you?" Dean asked out of spite. His eyes were glassy now as he stared at Randy.
"Yes. Me. You see, Dean, i can take care of him. His family already loves me, and it'll be good for him in the long run."
"Shut up!" Dean cried. "I'm.. good for him." he pathetically said back.
"Are you?" Randy asked honestly. "Did you know that Sika is thinking of disowning him? All because of you?" Randy taunted him, "He'll have to drop out of law school and will probably end up homeless. Is that what you want?"
"No. I don't want him to get disowned but.. Roman he... he loves-" Dean stammered.
"You?" Randy started laughing as he cut him off. "He'll get over it. He'll get over you. You know yon't belong here Dean. You know don't belong in our world. Do the right thing for Roman. For yourself too. Break it off."
Dean couldn't fight it anymore, a tear rolled down his cheek at Randy's words. In the back of his mind he was right. He didn't belong here. He looked down at the clothes Roman brought him and it just made things more evidently clear that he wouldn't ever fit in Roman's world. As much as he wanted too.
"And if i don't?" Dean asked, sniffling.
"I think we both know the answer to that." Randy cautioned, watching Dean cry.
"Randy, babe?" John came around the corner and saw Randy talking to Roman's boyfriend. The young boy looked like he was crying. John came closer, and hugged Randy's waist from behind.
"Hey, are you okay?" John asked Dean. But he got no answer as Dean and Randy stared each other down.
"Do the right thing, Dean." Randy said softly.
Dean choked up then nodded, taking off towards the house.
"What was that about?" John turned to Randy, looking into his warm blue eyes.
"He didn't know how to handle the truth." Randy shrugged, then smiled, pulling John in by the back of his head to kiss him softly. "I bet that you came to find me because Finn is looking for me, right?"
"Correct." John smiled, "He keeps saying that he misses your flat arse." John chuckled, "C'mon, lunch is getting cold."
Randy and John hold hands as they walk back inside.
Roman waited for Dean near the car. He didn't want to be here any longer. He screamed at Dean for no reason and he just wanted to apologize and go home with him. He looked at his watch beginning to get worried about Dean when he saw him walking towards him slowly. "Dean. Hey! I was starting to worry."
"Sorry i just needed some air." Roman moved forward a bit to wrap Dean in his arms, but felt Dean go stiff as he held him. Roman thought that maybe it was because Dean was still angry with him for yelling. He needed to apologize.
"I'm sorry for screaming at you. You were right, my dad is an ignorant prick. I just put up with it because without him, i can't finish law school." Roman held Dean's chin so that their gazes met and he could see sadness in Dean's eyes. He started to wonder of it was all because of him. "I really am sorry you know?"
"I know, Ro." Dean pulled away from Roman slowly, and went over to the car, getting in. Roman wondered if Dean was truly okay when he hopped in the passengers seat, and gave Dean the key.
Dean said nothing to him as he drove off out of the parking lot and onto the highway. In the car Roman was trying his best to get Dean out of whatever funk he was in, but no matter what, the brunette just wouldn't budge. The car was dead silent by the time they gotten back to Manhattan. Dean parked on the street in front of Roman's house and then shut the car off.
They made it back into the apartment and Dean retreated to Roman's bedroom. Roman followed quickly, seeing Dean in there packing his stuff.
"What are you doing?" Roman asked as his heart started beating fast in worry.
"I'm leaving. I'm gonna catch the red eye back to Ohio." Dean almost violently took off his newly brought Polo shirt and exchanged it for a Captain America one. He was shoving clothes back into his bag when he felt Roman stop him, grab him by the wrist and spin him around.
"I thought we were going to spend the weekend together?" Roman's tone matched the sadness Dean felt inside.
Why the fuck was Dean leaving?
"I just remembered i have a ton of stuff to do." Dean pulled back from him and continued to pack.
"That's bullshit." Roman spat.
"It's not bullshit."
"It's complete bullshit."
"Roman, stop saying bullshit."
"Then stop giving me bullshit and i will!"
"Ro just.. let this go. I'm leaving okay?" Dean told him as he picked up his bag and walked out the room. Roman was hot on his heel, running to catch up with him.
"Dean i already said i was sorry about screaming. You don't have to leave because of something stupid happened today... Hey!" Roman stopped him before he got to the door and noticed Dean's eyes watering. Dean tried to look away, but Roman held his face, pulling him in. "Dean.. talk to me? What is this? Why are you crying?"
"I.. I need space." Dean said reluctantly, trying his best to not bawl in front of the man he loved the most.
"Space? Like.. Space from me?" Roman asked him sadly, feeling his heart rate slow down. It was one beat at a time as he tried to figure out why Dean was hurting him all of a sudden.
"No. Space from... us." This isn't what Dean wanted. But this is what needed to happen. If Dean didn't let him go, Roman would end up homeless or disowned, all for loving him. He had to leave. He had to get away. He didn't deserve Roman just like Randy said. "I'm sorry, Ro. I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you anymore."
Dean turned away as a tear ran down Roman's cheek. He moved to the door and opened it. "Dean please. Don't go. Please.. don't break my heart like this." Roman let out a pathetic whimper as Dean reached the door. He was breaking Roman's heart and for what? Because Randy won. That's why.
"I'm sorry Ro." Dean cried as he exited the apartment.
A/N: Randy Orton and his power of persuasion. What's hotter? Centon or Ambreigns? Haha. I'm sorry for the lack of neth bellins but they'll be back in chapter 20! And we finally finally find out what happened to Sami. No one guessed before so i guess you guys will find out soon enough! - Melle