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Chapter 3: Tom & Jerry.
"I can't believe this actually required for me to do.." Vivienne muttered as she glanced to the side – feeling slightly claustrophobic if anything within the horrendously white room. She tried her best to not stare at the male figure before her whom bared this blank look upon his face.
It was her first anger management session, and they're to be held every Thursday in New York. Since Tuesday she's not seen her brother, Roman or even Ambrose for that matter. After spending some time with Ziggler before the start of Smackdown, she packed her bags and left without a word. Of course, that resulted in her phone being bombarded with text messages with an obviously concerned Seth Rollins. However, she had to explain herself, and now, things are alright to say the least.
Vivienne found it pointless almost, seeing as though she didn't believe she needed some sort of therapy, or for that matter anger management. However, it is the consequence of her mistakes. "As you know Ms. Lopez this is mandatory by the court's decision. So now, let's start by introducing ourselves. I'm Dr. Frost." Vivienne remained quiet, she didn't want to respond, nor put efforts into 'bettering herself' and her so called 'anger issues'.
Doctor Frost sighed, already coming to a realization that this one was going to be a hard one to crack, or for that matter even get started. He took hold of a folder which had Vivienne's name on it. Vivienne only kept looking at her feet, not daring to look up, or even have dialogue with the doctor. If he has my file, why the hell he needs to hear my name? He already knows it.
"Ms. Lopez, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And I'm sure you'll greatly appreciate the easy way." Vivienne looked up, knowing well what he spoke of. It was the warning at the end of the decision. If you fail to cooperate with anger management, you'll be sent to a correctional facility for four months. Vivienne glared at the doctor with much repugnance. He was calloused and emanated apathy as though he was doing this for his pay, not because he actually wants to.
"Tch…" Was the only sound that emitted from Vivienne as she folded her hands and placed them onto her lap. Frost only chuckled as he pushed up his glasses with his index finger. The gleam in his eyes disgusted her. Everything about the shrink at this moment revolted all of her being. The epitome of disgust.
"What do you mean you won't be able to pick me up?! Come on Colby. I was really hoping not going back to you alone." Vivienne grieved as she stared at the cars zip on by. She pulled a hoodie over her head as it was a rainy, gray day in Buffalo, Iowa.
"I'm sorry Viv, but it's just I'm out getting some stuff for us to have, especially since-" Seth didn't get to finish his sentence for a loud honk of a horn disrupted their conversation. Vivienne whom was looking at her boots looked up to see whom she last wanted to see. "Princess! Aren't you excited to see me?" Beamed Dean whom was pulled up in a black car. Seth on the other line was laughing like mad at not hearing a peep come out from Vivienne whose mouth was wide open. Vivienne pulled away the phone from her ear and only hung up on Seth, whom was still laughing at her pains.
Vivienne didn't even know how to feel at seeing Ambrose – seeing as it was a mix of emotions. It was either disappointment seeing as it wasn't her brother, antagonized seeing as its Dean, or complacency because it was Dean. Vivienne only took hold of her belongings as she opened the trunk, dropped her stuff and hopped in the passenger seat. Vivienne looked at Dean, with pure disbelief whom only began to laugh as he drove off.
"I don't even understand what the hell is going on." Dean only chuckled once more, before clearing his throat.
"Well obviously Princess, you just came back from New York and I came to the airport, saw you talking on the phone, assumingly it was Seth on the other line, you were obviously ever so glad to see me, and dropped your shit off in the trunk and sat next to yours truly." Dean explained and while he did so Vivienne slightly banged her head against the dashboard.
"This is fantasy." Vivienne tried convincing herself. "All a dream."
Dean hit the brakes as he then turned his head to look at the obviously upset Vivienne whom leaned her head against the dashboard. He grabbed her by the chin, as he picked her head up and turned her head to look at him. Vivienne snapped out of his grip, rolling her eyes as he stuck his tongue out and began to laugh again.
"Far from that Princess."
However, the car suddenly went quiet. Vivienne glanced at Dean whom was focused on the road; she then pressed her head on the window, as she stared at the other cars pass by, and the droplets of rain that stuck on the glass. "Why exactly did you leave though?" The silence was disturbed, and Vivienne slightly shifted in her seat. She was suddenly surprised by the question though – for it wasn't like him.
"Why do you care?" Dean remained silent. Vivienne sighed; his silence bothered her, for he's normally the one being noisy with her. "I have to tend to anger management for three months… court's order. I've done some pretty shameful things."
Dean was stoic as ever. "Haven't we all?" Reassurance? From Dean? Please. "It's what makes us human, being so damn fucked up." Vivienne glanced towards Dean, whom only looked back at her. He slowly pressed on the breaks, as she then pressed her elbow against the glass, and pressed the back of her head against her palm.
"It's just like pain, why do you enjoy it sunshine?" Vivienne felt knot forms in her throat for these are personal questions nobody has really taken the time to ask her throughout her twenty-six years of living. Vivienne didn't know how to answer, though the answer was simple. But even if Ambrose was the person currently in her life that just being around him set her on fire, he was also the second man in her life she feels some sort of odd comfort. Never does she feel comfortable.
Never does she feel safe. And that feeling, of safety with Ambrose is irony at its finest. For he's far from solace.
"Pain makes me feel alive. Human."
"Exactly, see, this is why I knew since day one you're going to be the one on my sick little joy ride, for I don't know if you know Princess, but I'm one sick guy."
I'm one sick guy. He did it again; He managed to say words, which would remain stuck in her mind for god knows how long. But this time, it's as though what he said before hand and now completes a sentence. You don't know how that makes me feel… Princess. I'm one sick guy.
"Is that a threat Ambrose?" Dean began to laugh as he once more began to drive.
"Take it as you may sunshine; just don't say I didn't tell you so."
"If anything, you should worry about yourself more than me."
"Ho ho! Princess! Now are you threatening ME?"
"Just don't say, I didn't tell you so."
Ambrose only laughed, as he felt a sudden adrenaline built up inside of him, and so did Vivienne, as the two grinned at each other. The rest of the car ride was silent, but their grins though not visible, were ghost.
"I know I should have told you Dean was spending some time with us until the holidays but it completely slipped my mind!" Seth held up his hands in defense as he sat down on a seat across from the sofa. Dean whom was in the kitchen came and plopped himself on the sofa where Vivienne sat as well. However he laid his head down on her lap. Vivienne; annoyed pushed him off, however no matter how many times she pushed him off, he would only put himself back.
Seth only laughed as he shook his head. "You two are like cat and mouse, ya know that? Since day one." Vivienne folded her arms across her chest as she glared down at Dean whom held that infamous smug look on his face – feeling victorious as though he just won the Gettysburg war.
"What makes you say that you ass?" Vivienne, obviously still upset that it wasn't her brother who came to pick her up as he promised. But, a part of her understood as to why he couldn't make it. He had to go shopping for things they're going to be eating, especially since Dean is going to be here for a while. And apparently Roman will be joining them tomorrow. It's like The Shield won't ever be apart, or I won't ever be away from The Shield.
"You and Dean are always fighting. Tom and Jerry." Dean laughed at the comparison as he then tried to reach out for the ebony tendrils of Vivienne; however she smacked his hand away.
"She starts it Seth, I mean, you know me, I'm just a really nice guy. Why your sister has to be so bitter to me?" Vivienne stared down at Dean with pure disbelief; Dean only winked, as she then looked up at her brother.
"You can't believe this guy can you?"
"I don't know Viv.." Seth's voice trailed off, obviously instigating to the situation. "You do sound like the type do something like that.. Dean is a nice guy, just cut him some slack."
"I mean I must be, the fucker is lying down on my lap like its-"Dean interrupted.
"See what I mean Seth, I'm hurt, like, what did I ever do to be treated this way? Speak to your sister, please." Dean dramatically dug his face into Vivienne's thigh. Vivienne could only groan as she tried to push him off once more, however his body didn't even budge. It is 225 pounds she's dealing with.
"How could you Viv?" Seth was having a ball, for he thought of it like a sit-com. A mad, but still humorous sit-com. "You guys are too much, I'm done with you two." Seth stood up from his seat as he headed to the kitchen. Vivienne looked down at Dean, whom was already looking at her.
"You're such a fucking creep." However Dean didn't say a thing. He remained silent, as he only absorbed the details of Vivienne that he never really paid attention to. Her full pink lips, her naturally rosy cheeks, her sun-kissed flesh, her vicious pine colored oculars with specks of hazel, how she has bangs but they are always blown to the side, her fine, petite nose. Simple details, yet enticing.
He never realized it, until now. "Cat got your tongue Ambrose?"
"Yeah Tom, would you look at that?"
"There's no way you're fucking Jerry. I had a childhood ya know? I know how that cartoon goes!" Vivienne slightly shoved Dean.
"How about we watch it then? I lay here; you sit there and watch it on Boomerang. I'm sure Seth is probably going to sleep seeing as his room is past the kitchen." Dean slightly shifted as he outstretched his arm over to the table in front and grabbed hold of the remote. The lights were already off, and so he turned on the television and tuned in to Boomerang, where right on cue, Tom and Jerry was on.
"How old are we?"
"Twenty-six and twenty-seven, god Princess has your memory gone haywire?" Vivienne rolled her eyes as she took her eyes away from the ever so 'charming' Dean Ambrose and stared at the television.
For the first time, within the week of knowing Dean, there was silence between the two.
The two shared laughs as they watched the show and without much of Vivienne's own realization, her fingertips played with the brown locks of Dean, the other hand was placed on his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt. Dean glanced up at Vivienne for a mild second, wondering if she realizes what she's doing. His mouth parted for a second, tempted to say something, but then he knew it would jeopardize the moment.
Instead he kept quiet, and the tingles he gained from her touch made his eyes slightly droop. "We are so not like this; I don't know what the hell Seth is thinking." Vivienne finally spoke up as she stared down at Dean, whom was fast asleep. He must be tired.. I mean he even drove out all the way to the airport to pick me up.. Vivienne thought as she grabbed the remote which lied on his stomach and turned off the television.
The room went entirely dark. Vivienne wanted to get up and go to her room, but then that would only wake him up. Instead, Vivienne tilted her head back and stared into the blackness of the living room. She then realized her hand was playing with his hair. She stopped, and pulled her hand away. What the fuck was I doing?! However, she felt a grip on her wrist, as her hand was then guided back to the top of Dean's head once more.
"Don't stop, it feels good." Vivienne didn't protest, as she just nodded her head and only curled his locks with her finger. "You're also comfortable. And smell nice.." He mumbled in his sleep. Vivienne only shook her head as she couldn't believe what she was going through at the moment, out of all people as well.
It was weird, almost intimate. And intimacy isn't a factor in Vivienne's life. Never took a man serious, never loved a man, never actually wanted a man unless it was for selfish requirements. But here she is, feeling warm on a fine December night due to Dean Ambrose resting on her lap. She felt the heat that emanated from him crawl onto her flesh.
Sensational. Scary.
She wanted to push him off then and there, and just go into her room and be alone. This feeling of comfort was frightening, intimidating. It can only bring trouble, and disappointment. But how selfish, for obviously, he feels some sort of comfort as well.
Vivienne inwardly sighed. But without much notice, fell asleep as well. That was the first time within the year that she actually managed to sleep without the help of any substance. Instead, it was pure comfort.
This isn't normal,
This isn't like me,
I don't sleep, I can't sleep,
And here I am, sleeping.
Seth, whom woke up during the middle of the night walked towards the living room and using his cell phone as a flash light, took note of his sister and Dean fast asleep together. Instead of finding them how they initially were, he found Vivienne resting on Ambrose's figure. Seth felt himself freeze up at the sight – for though he loves Dean as a friend, he can't allow it to happen. And by it, his sister and friend get close to each other. He loves Dean, but can't trust Dean – not with his sister at the least.
Seth quietly stepped back, away from the two, and back into his room. "Maybe it was by accident they ended up like that... I know for sure that Vivienne can't stand Dean. Even Roman told me himself. But Dean, what's his deal..?" Seth concluded, that the only way he can kept the two apart is by fueling the fire, by making Vivienne detest Dean all the more. The thought of him possibly doing so pained him, but the possibilities of his sister being hurt by the hands of Dean bothered him all the more.
Seth sat in his room, quietly debating for the rest of the night of whether should he, or should he not pull through with his plan.