A little shorter than usual, but hey, it gets the point across.
Chapter 7
After RAW went off air, Dean scurried up the ramp to go and find Roman... Maybe not to talk to him just yet, but to make sure he was still here and it seemed to be he wasn't. He went up to one of the Usos, not really caring which one it was and asked them where Rome had gone.
"Listen man he already left. I ain't got a clue about what just happened out there with you guys but you better get it settled soon. He's probably making his way to the next town for SmackDown tomorrow night, so try to make peace with him before that." Jimmy Uso replied. Dean thanked him and swiftly made it back to his shared locker room with a couple of the other guys to grab his belongings. He didn't know what to do at that moment since Roman wasn't even there and since he almost forgot his bag, he should probably calm down and take a deep breath.
Ambrose rushed into the locker room and bee lined it straight to his bag, not even noticing the other guys in there. Even someone as big as Ryback was left unnoticed. He wanted to talk to Roman, he wanted to see him, but the way he was acting towards Dean made him feel ill. He'd fucked up big time. He should have never let this get as far as it did. Since Dean was rushing to pack the rest of his clothes he'd left out before the match, he knocked over his bag and all of his belongings filled the empty floor in a flood. His shit was everywhere and he did not have time for it. He wanted to be right on Roman's tail when they approached the arena later tonight so as soon as Rome gets out, they could handle this.
"Fuck! God fucking damnit-" he mumbled as he tried scrambling his things back together in his bag quickly until one of the wrestlers that shared the locker room with him, Dolph Ziggler, came over and tried to aid Ambrose in his attempt to pick up his belongings. Dean looked up only to meet worry-filled eyes and confusion.
"Hey man, you good? What happened out there?" Dolph asked in an attempt to get the man to tell. Dean only scrunched up his face in disgust at the thought of what happened in the ring and went back to picking the last of his stuff off the floor. With his bag in his left hand he stood up, glared at everyone in the room, and stormed out punching the door open.
"Yo he must have screwed up big time.. I wonder what happened." Ryback commented towards Dolph as he threw a shirt over his shoulder. He only looked back at Ryback, only more worried now with the way Dean just reacted towards him in his attempt to help.
After Roman had exited the ramp into the backstage area, he didn't dare look at anyone, and the same the other way around. People knew not to mess with him. Hell, even look in Roman's direction when he was in this type of mood and you were dead meat. It doesn't happen often, but when it does the place turns upside down. He stormed into his locker room, grabbed his shit, and left. Didn't even say a word to the people in there and didn't even bother to look at them. He yanked the keys out of his pocket to a rented escalade and unlocked it. He tossed his bag in the back seat and started the vehicle up. It roared to life when he turned the key and that feeling gave him comfort, to have total control of something again. He looked up directions on Google maps for the next town, and started his journey.
A little after a half hour into the car ride, Roman still couldn't stop thinking about Dean, but it was now in a more lustful like manner, not angry and negative like he had been all of RAW. His mind was wondering more around the kiss and having it replay in his head. Dean's lips on his felt amazing, they really did. But how was he supposed to even think like this? He wasn't allowed to. No no no he had a family back home, he needs to remember that. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Roman began to muffle explicits under his breath. How could his best friend not only tell him he loves him, but also make a move on him before he could even react? It was all unfair. Ambrose was fucking unfair and he knew it to. The way Dean pressed on into that kiss was a definite tell-tale for that. Roman's mind started to replay the kiss over and over again, beginning to sweat at the thought. He didn't even push Dean away, he just let him do it. Maybe because he felt bad for Dean or maybe because he liked it? No. No there's no way Roman enjoyed an ounce of that... Right?
"Ugh fuck.." He groaned taking one hand off the steering wheel to rub his eyes. It was around 1:30 in the morning and he was growing tired of all the 'possibilities' between him and Dean. He didn't like Ambrose like that, and he didn't like guys, but deep down he enjoyed the kiss more than he'd like to admit. He moaned again and decided nothing was going to end well if he showed up tomorrow for SmackDown, so he grabbed his phone and texted Vince. There was no way he was going to the taping tomorrow, there just wasn't. He needed to get back home to his wife and remember why he was with her; why he loved her.
'Hey Vince, it's Roman. A family emergency just occurred and my wife needs me. I'll be back to work on Monday, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.' He typed while stopped at a red light. He clicked send and made a u-turn now headed towards the airport. He didn't care what Vince had to say, he was going to take off the rest of the week no matter what, he needed to clear his conscious.