Chapter Four: The Weekends

A/N: The chapter is self explanatory and any info on each wrestler's family members is probably inaccurate and wrong because it comes from unreliable sources. If it is, I'm sorry. So, yeah. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Disclaim: This poor, sad, pathetic excuse of an author owns nothing recognizable in this story because WWE and its employees do. I just own my nonprofit story and ideas.

Saturdays. What was there to say about the start to the weekend? Dean both loved and hated Saturdays. Loved because he could disappear into his work on cars and strategy to steal food up at the auto shop he was employed at. No school, criticizing teachers, death glares and disgusted looks from students. Hated because around every corner, on every street, from every coworker, insults and gossip were said to his face and behind his back. His dad was somewhat notorious around town apparently. All they ever thought was that he'd end up as some no good street thug like his father before him. When he became rich and famous and they were stuck in this dump of a town earning minimum wage, he'd be able to rub in their faces what a "street dog" like him could be. That was in a few hours though. When he was awake.

Dean had a habit of sleeping on the edge of the bed. His head would be about to fall off his pillow and one arm and leg dangled off to the side. His body's natural way of saying wake up was to roll over and out of bed. Literally. If you ever hear a telltale thump! and drowsy groan you know that Dean is awake. He considered just going back to sleep on the carpet, but thought otherwise. He slowly rose and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and a wifebeater along with a pair of dark socks and tennis shoes that looked about ready to fall apart at the soles. He took an icy shower, which woke him up fully, got dried off and dressed, and headed downstairs. He opened their usually empty fridge to find a huge pot of spaghetti, a roll of bread sticks, and a tray of brownies next to a few bottles of water and cans of soda. There was a note on the brownies. Thought you might like some for breakfast. Help yourself. Below it was the list of ingredients and instructions. See you Monday! ~Pretty Boy :)

Dean grinned, getting out a bowl and filling it with pasta. Seth snuck into his house in the middle of the night to make sure they wouldn't starve. He picked a lock, dragged a huge pot, wrapped up food, and tray in without a sound, put the food up, and left without anyone noticing. Mad ninja skills. He heated up an extra bowl for his mom for when she woke up and wolfed down his whole bowl plus a breadstick and brownie. Dean grabbed a dark hoodie off the back of a nearby chair and ran quietly upstairs. He slowly cracked open the door to his mom's room. He looked at her smiling peacefully in her sleep, reddish-brown hair fanned out around her face. Dean leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. She made a content noise and took his hand.

"Have a good day at work, honey…" she whispered sleepily. Dean smiled a bit and planted a kiss on her other cheek.

"I will. Go back to sleep, mama," he murmured gently. She nodded slightly and turned around under the covers. Dean headed back downstairs, snatching his keys off the ring by the door and shutting it behind him. He climbed into his beloved Camaro and started her engine. She roared to life, engine purring smoothly. Dean closed his eyes and let another grin wash over his face as he gripped the steering wheel thigh in the early morning sunrise. He put her in gear and drove off, hoping not to catch the early morning traffic on his way downtown. Luckily, thanks to a few detours and backroads, the brunette arrived at the shop early. He clocked in early and worked on a car that had checked in late last night. Apparently, it kept being brought back in because the problems with it were never fixed. They were like beginner's issues. He was fifteen for God's sake, and doing his job better than the thirty and forty year olds who made up the majority of the employees! By the time he was actually supposed to be there rolled around, his coworkers who'd been around for a few years showed up late. And they complained about him…

"That mangy kid ain't here yet?" he heard one of them say. "Honestly, he's no good, just like that piss poor excuse of a dad of his."

"He's prob'ly at home sleep. Maybe he's hidin' behind his momma 'cause it's the first day of work during the school year," commented another person.

"He thinks he's better than us. We've been here for years and he's been here, what, a few months?" He stuffs the rest of whatever breakfast sandwich he walked in with into his mouth. The man and the few others who walked in with him were stunned when they hear an engine start out of nowhere. They looked to the blue Ford Thunderbird that had been giving them so many issues and saw Dean emerge from behind it, covered in oil and sweat. He wiped his brow, stood up, and flashed his trademark smirk at them.

"I know I'm better at this job than you assholes because I'm the only reason you're still in business. Customers come to me when they have problems. The managers recommend me to other companies. That raise for the best employee is gonna go home with me today. I don't think anything. I know. Ya know what else I know? I know I have the best car-"

"You don't have shit! You're just like your old man: stuck up, arrogant, and a waste of space. You're not gettin' anything and you sure as Hell aren't-" Before he could finish that sentence, Sarah, one of the managers closer friends, called Dean into her office. He walked in and closed the door behind him. He did get the raise. Huh, wasn't expecting that. The higher ups had also found him a job at a bigger auto shop on the other side of town. Cool. Dean replied that he'd take the raise, but would stay right there and continue working for them. She gave him a nod and he was back in the garage, eyeing his baby and itching to try out a few installations of new parts he'd made the other day. His co workers continued to be amazed at the shape his Camaro was in and how good she ran. Their wide eyes said it all every day. Dean chuckled to himself. Today would go just fine.

XxX

Seth absolutely loved Saturdays. They were his favorite days of the week. No school bullies tormenting him (no school period), no alarm clocks, bedtimes, or waking up early. Saturdays were his day to relax and do nothing. During the week, he'd have schoolwork to finish, tv shows to watch, a run to go on, a gym to be in to stay in shape, fanfiction to read, wrestling, football to watch. His weekdays were usually busy as heck. Today, he was going to be as lazy as possible. He raided the kitchen for as much soda, water, snacks and sandwiches could fit in his mini fridge and food drawer that he could. Briefly, he told his dad that he was taking a day. Shane nodded to his son and took a seat on the loveseat in their living room, turning on the tv. The teen headed back into his room and locked his door.

He'd spend a few hours playing video games, watching classic movies, reading comics and (a newly discovered addiction) fanfiction. After watching Sarah Connor escape from the Terminator, Seth pulled out his weight set from under his bed. He started bench pressing, power cleaning, doing lunges, Russian twists, box step ups on the edge of his bed, ab/core workouts, etc. He could've gone to a gym. Sure, because a fifteen year old stick figure with bicolored hair and a passion for everything that screams nerd wouldn't be scrutinized and judged by every pair of eyes there. Seth preferred the solitude of his bedroom. He's glad he grabbed all those water bottles earlier now. Seth took a swig from one of them before dropping down onto his stomach and starting to do pushups. "Sixty three, sixty four *huff*, sixty five, sixty six *huff*, sixty seven, sixty eight *huff*, sixty nine-"

"With who?" came the voice of his dad, who was standing at his door. Seth yelped in surprise, falling onto his back somehow. Shane snickered, holding a bowl of ice cream. "I'm sorry. I had to."

"And you complain about my dirty jokes. Now you know where I get it from." He scrambled up with an annoyed smile on his face before his eyes fell on the ice cream in his dad's hands.

"Rootbeer float?" He held out the bowl to his son, who almost snatched it out of his hands before apologizing and digging in. "Do you plan on rejoining the world of the living anytime soon? I know you love it up here, but…" Seth observed his dad while swallowing a spoonful of cookies and cream (don't judge him) ice cream.

"Yeah, sure. So, you wanna play football *pushes weights back under bed*, or drive around town *wipes back of neck with a towel*, or…?"

"Watch a wrestling match with my son?" Seth perked up at that.

"Wrestling? What are you…?" He glanced at his clock and checked the time. Nine 'o clock. Well then. The day had certainly gone by fast. "Definitely. First though, shower." After a quick icy shower, he grabbed a few sodas and followed his dad downstairs. At the moment, the Hardy Boyz were facing off against the New Age Outlaws on a rerun of yesterday's Friday Night Smackdown! he'd missed. Matt Hardy was slugging it out with Billy Gunn, Road Dogg calling out to his partner for a tag. Jeff was bouncing on the apron, cheering his older brother. "C'mon Matt, c'mon Matt!" Seth cheered. Shane laughed, yelling at Billy Gunn to make the tag. After the end of the match, which went to the Hardys, Seth got up and fixed some quick snacks (popcorn, some chocolate, chips, etc.) in a few bowls and brought them back into the living room. The rest of the night was spent with father and son rooting for opposing teams, getting more and more excited the longer the show went on. The night ended when both of them were practically asleep on the couch together. Shane was upright while Seth had his head on his dad's shoulder, snoring softly. Yep. That's a typical Saturday in Seth's book.

XxX

Busy. That's the only word that describes Roman's Saturdays. He spent most of the day with his family and friends, hardly in the house if he could help it. At the moment, he was at Galina's house. Her two older sisters, Molina and Undine, were visiting. They always teased her about falling for a jock. That is, until they met Roman themselves. The stereotype about jocks is that they're dumb, tough guys, have to look cool in front of other people, don't understand feeling, only care about sports, etc. etc. Roman was none of these things. Galina was, against Roman's wishes, braiding his wavy black hair, listening to her sisters talking about college and life after high school.

"Honestly, it's really fun. You get way more free time, your parents aren't around, there are parties, classes are only for a few hours and not all day. It's paradise in the form of a school."

"Unless you don't know what to do with your free time and become bored out of your mind…" One of her sisters was always into a sport. One year it was volleyball, another was track, then basketball. One sister would play a sport for a year, and then the other would play one next year. Molina would be claiming to be dying of boredom next year. Galina shook her head and wrapped a rubber band around the end of another braid. She held a mirror in front of Roman and he refused to look into it.

Until a camera flash made him turn towards the window.

Did he mention he had an annoying little brother in sixth grade? They looked nothing alike and, if you did a side by side comparison, you wouldn't believe they were related. Rosey stood at Galina's window, a camera in hand, snapping photos of his brothers ludicrous hairstyle, probably for blackmail. Roman jumped up and rushed at the door, Galina following him. The younger brother's eyes went wide and he scrambled away, running back down the street when Roman saw him. He had a head start as he was chased back to the house. Roman was hot on his heels, pouring on the speed. Unfortunately, he still wasn't fast enough, running headfirst into the front door and stumbling back. Rosey laughed at his brother's failed attempt at apprehending him and ran upstairs.

Later, when Roman scaled the side of his house, climbed in through his brother's beside window and erased the whole camera, he found himself sandwiched between his two favorite cousins, Jimmy and Jey Uso. Why was it a good idea to wrestle with them again? It's not like he paid attention when his dad and uncle tried to teach him. Which is probably why both of them had landed cross bodies on him with perfect accuracy and precision. Their father, Rikishi, laughed alongside Afa, Sika, and Galina as they watched this unfold. Roman gingerly got up. And delivered a spear to both cousins. Jimmy and Jey lay on their backs chuckling, sucking in huge breaths of air. His relatives' laughter grew louder until, eventually, Roman joined in as well. Just another Saturday with the Anoa'is.

XxX

Sundays. For Roman, they were just like Saturdays. Without all the family drama that is. He would hang out with his school friends instead, which consisted of other jocks into the same stuff as him. For Seth, it was all work and no play. Yesterday, he sat around, stared at a tv screen, and lifted weights. Today, he was outside, running, exercising, staying in shape. He was practicing different wrestling holds with Dean. The brunette had told him and Roman he'd be at work. According to Dean, being employee of the month three times in a row gives you a few days off. Dean had Seth in a crossface on the ground, struggling to hold him down as Seth tried desperately to free himself. When he finally escaped, he hopped up and nailed Dean with an enzuigiri. When Dean hit the grass, he locked in a cross face of his own. Dean struggled for a few seconds before freeing himself and helping Seth up.

"Alright! With technique like that, you'll make the wrestling team easy. I don't know what you were worried about." When Dean told Seth he should try out for the school's wrestling team in a few weeks, Seth panicked. He'd never gotten down on a mat and locked up with another guy. He knew some of what he watched on tv and some of what he'd seen from a house show back in Iowa a few years ago. Needless to say, he thought it'd take him forever to learn moves right. If forever meant a few hours that is.

"You really think so?" the two toned teen asked. Dean nodded, putting an arm around his shoulders with a grin etched on his face. There were those dimples again. Seth stared at them a little too long before looking away, a similar grin on his face now also. "I mean, I'm not that good. Not as good as you…"

Dean scoffed. "Not that good? Dude, you're a natural! And obviously you're not as good as me. No one really is." Seth shot him an amused look before pulling away slowly. "So, you ready for tomorrow. Ya know, school, books, classes that I don't pay attention in?" They began walking down the street, turning right into the shops circle, passing gas stations, grocery stores, and "nerd central", as his dad referred to the comic and games store.

"I guess."

"Are you ready for those tests?" Seth froze. Tests? They'd been in school for all of four days and there were tests?

"Tests?! What tests?! We haven't learned a thing!"

"That's exactly the point. They'll give you, like, a review of last year's stuff. Then, it's test for rules and stupid shit like that. Plus pop quizzes at the end of each class every day. It's a pain, let me tell ya." Seth groaned and continued walking.

"Then no, I'm not ready for tomorrow. I'm ready for it to be the weekend again." Dean snickered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, pretty boy. A nerd like you will be just fine. At least you care enough to try, unlike just about everyone else…"

"C'mon, Jon. Are you telling me you actually try in class? You? Mr. Feet Up On the Desk? Mr. Fuck You and Your Cats Too? Mr. Wrestling Is All That Matters In Life? Pfft. Yeah right." That stung Dean. Was it because he was so laid back and uncaring that people didn't think he was smart. Probably, but still. He thought Seth wouldn't judge him.

"Callin' me stupid, pretty boy?" he asked accusingly, not letting the hurt reflect in his voice. Seth shook his head.

"No, I'm calling you lazy. I said you don't care, not that you were stupid. Don't put words in my mouth." They kept walking, eventually running into Roman.

"Hey guys. *turns to Dean* Thought you had to work?"

"It's my day off."

"Well, I was just about to head to the arcade to meet up with my cousins. You comin'?" Seth's eyes lit up like fireworks. Dean rolled his eyes, trying not to smile. Nerd alert.

Seth replied, "Yes. Definitely." Roman looked a bit embarrassed and turned to Dean. The brunette raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, thing is, I'm kinda lost. I've been wanderin' around for the last twenty minutes." Dean shook his head at him. Seth gave him a sympathetic smile. That made two of them not knowing where they were going.

" *sigh* Follow me, alright?" Dean turned them around and headed back the way he and Seth had come. Instead of turning left back towards the neighborhood, he turned right towards the outer part of the shops circle. They passed a small casino, an ominous looking bar, a barber shop, and a small sweets shop before coming across the arcade. They headed inside and followed Roman over to a pair of twins who were beckoning them over.

"Hey, Uce! These are the guys I told you about. Jon, Colby, these are my cousin, Jonathan and Joshua, but we call 'em Jimmy and Jey." The twins were not fraternal by any means, except by their personalities. Jimmy was hyper, energetic, a bit brash. Jey was more serious, laid back, but just as upbeat as his brother. Dean got along with them instantly. Roman dominated in air hockey. Dean crushed everyone in ski ball. Seth? He beat everyone in everything. High scores were demolished, tickets were racked up, and spirits were broken. They ended up leaving with pockets full of candy, Nerf guns, and a bike.

XxX

Roman had left with his cousins, leaving Dean and Seth to walk home together. It was mid afternoon, maybe four-ish o'clock, and Seth still had things to do. When Dean asked what they were, he got the answer of exercise, exercise, and more exercise. "On a Sunday? Why are you trying to run yourself into an early grave?" Dean asked while trying to keep up with the half blonde. Seth answered in between even breathing. Was that even possible?

"Cardio, man. Keeps you fit, improves your endurance. In wrestling, you've gotta be able to outlast your opponent, right? How're you gonna do that if you can't run a few miles and train without passin' out on me?" Seth had convinced him to go on a run with him. The first four miles were bearable. At five, his thighs screamed. At six, his head began spinning and breathing felt as easy as sleeping for the brunette. Finally, they finished the seventh mile in front of Seth's house, where Dean promptly collapsed in a heap and squeezed his eyes shut. "Shit!" Seth exclaimed, kneeling down beside his fallen friend. "Jon! Shit, I'm sorry! You alright?" Dean waved off is concern, wishing he wasn't seeing two of everything and that sounds would stop being muffled. It felt like someone had stuffed a huge cotton ball in his head and now everything was fuzzy.

" *wheeze* I… j-just *pant pant* need a… a minute. *gasps for air* M-Maybe an hour. *pant pant* Prob'ly a… a year." Seth sighed in relief, rushing into his house for a towel and some ice water. He returned to find Dean sitting up, hands pressing down on the top of his head and breathing almost even again. He unscrewed the cap and handed the bottle to Dean, who gulped down the whole bottle without pause. He crushed the bottle and laid back down. "I will murder you the next time we wrestle," he growled, though there wasn't any real anger in his voice. Seth laughed nervously, helping Dean up.

"Unless I murder you first. We'll go slower next time, I promise." Dean smirked a bit at that statement.

"What if I like it hard and fast?" Seth sputtered at that, blushing furiously, knowing exactly what he was getting at. Dean became serious again. "We could run less though. Cut it down by a few miles."

"Going easy won't help you get better."

"Going easy helps make sure I'll be able to walk tomorrow! *sigh* I'm gonna go take a shower." He heads towards his house before Seth stops him.

"We'll hang out more tomorrow, right?"

"As long as we're not running again, yeah. Can't get enough of me, can you, pretty boy?" Dean winked at him and walked slowly into his house, shutting the front door. Seth didn't know why, but the wink made his insides melt. 'Not really,' Seth answered in his head, and he didn't mind that one bit.

Closing A/N: Seven miles is the farthest I've run in cross country without almost passing out (I would be Dean and Seth would be my friend Brendley because it'd be nothing to her), Jonathan and Joshua are Jimmy and Jey's middle names, and I meant to post this chapter yesterday. Oops... Whelp, here you go. Any thoughts?