Chapter 3

Dean puffed out an unsettling sigh, sitting on his couch along with Roman by his side.

"... Listen, I can't just tell you this kind of thing, it's not that easy." Dean confessed, still trying to beat around the bush rather than letting it all be said. After Roman had gotten him more relaxed, he sat him on the couch and grabbed two cold beers from the fridge. Ambrose took a sip of the beer and wondered how tonight was going to unfold. Was he going to tell Roman? Was he really going to let it be said and jeopardize his friendship? No no no. It cannot end like that.

"I just don't understand anymore at this point.. Why can't you tell me?" Roman was a bit more annoyed with the fact that he'd gotten his brother to calm down, gave him a beer, and Dean still won't tell him what the hell is wrong.

"God damnit Rome, you're making this harder than it ever needed to be." Dean said as he chose his next words carefully... "If you would've just left me alone like the way Seth did, this would've died down and I wouldn't have to attempt to drive my fucking truck off the cliff!" He started to yell by the end of his confession, and immediately regretted what had come out of his mouth since he wasn't even supposed to say that anyways. Roman looked... Confused, yet hurt. He just doesn't understand.

"First of all, what would have died down? And second, what the hell do you mean you almost drove your truck off of a cl-" Roman was interrupted with Dean bursting out of his seat, jumping up.

Dean trying to walk off the mistakes he had just made by accidentally telling Rome about the cliff incident, he was making laps from the kitchen back to the couch while yanking and pulling his hair.

"I lost control of myself! God Rome do you fuckin' see what you do to me?! Every week you go back to Pensacola, with your picture perfect house and your perfect little family and what do I go home to? Nothing. Fucking nothing but thoughts of you and I'm at the point where I just can't handle it anymore, I can't handle not seeing you each and everyday of my life..." He paused for a second, now choking up from holding back the tears. "I can't handle not having you." Dean stopped in his tracks and snapped his head to look at Roman to expect a reaction of some sort. He didn't mean to say that but hell, he was caught in the moment and at least it was out in the air now.

It hit Roman. It finally hit Roman what was going on, what had been going on all along. The times where Dean became completely quiet whenever he mentioned his family, or how Dean even got extremely nervous whenever Roman changed after RAW in the locker room with him. He really didn't know how to feel about this realization, but he wasn't going to act on it or acknowledge it right away... Not just yet. What Dean had said about the cliff was more important, since it involved his safety.

"Dean.. What exactly happened last night?" Rome said very slowly and carefully. Still sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, he became more anxious. Truth is he was scared to hear the full story, and now with the fact that Dean had accidentally admitted to liking Roman, it was only going to complicate things more.

At this point Dean was just angry. Angry at himself for not biting his tongue hard enough and angry at the fact Roman didn't even comment on his confession. He just wanted to leave, but this was his apartment. He needed time to think, time to figure out how he was going to attempt to salvage his friendship with Rome.

"I'm done talking tonight Roman. I'm just fucking done. Forget what I said and just go home to your perfect motherfuckin' family." He said angrily, now standing in the kitchen leaning and gripping the counter chugging his beer. He waited for Roman to get up and protest but he didn't, which only made him angrier. The fact that Roman didn't attempt to help calm down Dean during explosive and commanding shouts just made his blood boil, Roman didn't even care for Dean. "Get the fuck out!" He yelled more furiously.

"Fine, you want to be a fucking asshole go ahead. I'm just trying to help you, since you were my friend." He said while leaving the half drunken beer on the table, grabbing his keys and storming up and off of the couch heading to the door, his voice increasing in volume. "But on the looks of it, you want to admit your fucking love to me, knowing I have a perfect relationship and you want me to just leave now? Leave after hearing that and hearing that you almost committed suicide over it? Fine okay. You do what the fuck you want to do, Ambrose." Saying the last statement with much sarcasm, he opened the door and looked at Dean one last time.

Dean arms were slack and his face was as white as a ghost, It looked almost unhealthy to look that saddened. He wasn't ready for Roman to argue back, especially saying what he had said. Dean felt everything in his body go numb, and he felt himself about to be sick. All he could do was stare at Roman who was now staring back at him followed by the door slamming behind the Samoan.

"FUCK!" Dean threw his bottle, slamming and shattering into one is his kitchen cabinets. He slid his body to the ground and pulled his head close to his knees and just let the large swell of sadness take him over. He had just ruined everything and then some with his best friend.