Early Next Morning, Shane's House, 1:12 AM...
After his dad departed to go own earn his paycheck, Shane was left all by his lonesome. He'd taken a shower and changed into his pajamas but since he didn't have to wake up for school the next day, he had no intention of turning in for the night. So, after a few minutes of brainstorming, the Irish boy knew exactly how he was going to spend his time. He unplugged his PlayStation from the television in his room, brought it to the living room, and hooked it up to the one in there. With a controller firmly in hand, and a smile on his face, the boy knew... It was time to get his game on. For the next few hours, Shane Price allowed himself to go full couch potato for the first time in a long time. Man had a blast. No football, no girlfriend, no working out with Seth, no band practice with the Squad, just he, himself, and virtual basketball. That's all he did, with the occasional bathroom break thrown in. He continued on until he felt his eyelids start to get a little heavy. To him, that was a signal that it was probably time to throw in the towel and call it a night, therefore he acted accordingly. He shut off his system, turned off the TV, and stretched. Tonight, he was content with crashing on his couch, so there was no need to head back to his room. He sighed, laid across said couch, and then closed his eyes. Off to dreamland... SIKE! Come on, you've followed this story long enough, Shane's not allowed to have normal, peaceful moments in his life.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Shane sat straight up like he was Michael Myers in response to the sudden harsh noise coming from outside his home. After the initial shock wore off, his surprise quickly morphed into annoyance.
"Oh come on", he thought, "I was only asleep for like 20 seconds."
Reluctantly, he left the couch and sulked over to the front door, fully intending to give whoever disturbed his brief slumber a piece of his mind.
"Yo, do you have any idea what time it is man?"
Last time Shane was in this type of situation, he was rewarded with special happy fun time with his girlfriend. This time, however, he wasn't so lucky. Instead of being greeted by his significant other in a sexy outfit, standing outside was his knucklehead of a best friend, Dean Ambrose.
"Dean, dude. What the hell are you doing here? And why are you sweating so damn much?"
"Cause... hold on, I gotta catch my breath. Shit... Because we ran over here." He explained, looking and sounding like he was on the verge of passing out.
"Why'd you run? And what do you mean we?"
"Hey, Shane." A female voice called out.
Turns out Becky wasn't too far behind Ambrose, as she was currently jogging toward his house. Unlike her boyfriend, she didn't seem to be too fatigued.
"Why did you let me win, babe?" Dean questioned.
"Oh, I may not have been entirely truthful with you, Dean. I knew you'd be more willing to go on this night run with me if you thought it was a race, since you hate losing so much."
"So you mean I ran at full speed for like 20 blocks straight for no reason?!"
"Not for no reason, you got in more of a workout this way. You'll thank me later for this." Lynch told him.
"Yeah, whatever." He replied, not convinced.
As Shane listened to his two friends go back and forth, his question of why they were at his house right now had been answered. Although, there was still one more question.
"Okay, so you guys ran all the way from Becky's house to mine, cool. That still doesn't explain why Dean decided to bang on my friggin door."
"Cause I need water, man... can I get some water, man?" Dean asked.
Shane rolled his eyes.
"I should say no and make you go back thirsty, but fine, get in here. You too, Becks."
"Sweet." Ambrose said before waltzing into the house and plopping himself down onto the very same sofa Shane had planned on resting on tonight.
"You're an A1 friend, Shane. He said with a lazy smile on his face.
"I should give you an A1 ass whooping for disturbing my sleep like that." Shane mumbled under his breath while heading to the kitchen to grab his Lunatic of a friend some water.
Becky followed him there as well.
"So, uh... yeah. Sorry about that. If I had known that Dean was gonna go knock on your door, I would've stopped him before he had the chance."
Price waved her off.
"No need to apologize, Becks. Everyone knows what Dean's about already. Sometimes he doesn't think before he does things."
"Only sometimes?" Lynch joked.
"Hey! You know I can hear you two talking in there, right?!" Ambrose yelled, obviously not approving of the fun being had at his expense.
Price and Becky shared a laugh over that.
"Fuckin nutcase. You want some water too?"
Becky accepted his offer and Shane handed her a bottle.
"I have another question now that I think about it." He told her.
"Go on, I'm all ears."
"Do you run to my house and back every night?"
"Not every night, no. I do it on a pretty regular basis though. The distance between your house and mine is a decent amount. Not too long, but not short either. It's perfect for staying active and loose. I saw you outside once and I was gonna say hi but..."
Price raised one eyebrow.
"But what? What happened?"
Becky couldn't help but blush a little bit.
"Uhh... Alexa was out there too. Dressed...differently."
The fiery orange haired girl didn't have to say another word for Shane to completely understand what she was talking about.
"Oooohhh... You saw that, huh?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yup... Anyway, lets not talk about that. Back to the running thing, talking about it made me realize something. You haven't been to my house before have you?" She asked him.
"Nah, can't say I have."
"Well that's just not acceptable. You have to come over sometime. My parents already met Dean, I'm sure they'd love to meet his best friend as well." She said confidently.
"Sure, why not? Could be fun. How did your parents react to Dean at first anyway?"
Becky laughed awkwardly in response.
"Let's just say... He managed to eventually grow on them."
Shane chuckled.
"Again, sounds exactly like Dean."
Speaking of Dean...
"Ay! What's the hold up with the agua? I'm dyin' of thirst over here!"
Becky and Price shared a knowing look with one another before making their way back to the living room. When they got there, Shane wasn't exactly happy with what he saw.
"Oh, for the love of- Dude, come on with this. You can't just start stripping in my house!"
The slightly off key teenager had done just that, as he'd removed his jacket and tank top to expose his bare chest.
"What, I was burning up. Can't a guy relax?"
"Can't a guy not drape his sweaty ass jacket and tank top over the back of his best friend's sofa? And why the hell were you running in a leather jacket and jeans anyway? Becky's wearing proper workout attire and she's not sweating buckets."
It's true. The girl from Dublin wore a pair of orange track shorts and a white training tee, which was a much better choice of clothing than what Dean decided to wear for the occasion.
Ambrose was still quick to defend himself though.
"I can't just not wear my jacket man. It's part of my look, the Ambrose ensemble if you will."
Shane facepalmed.
"Just... just take this goddamn water, dude." He said, tossing the bottle to his friend.
Price then took Dean's dirty clothes and tossed em in the washing machine in the hallway.
"I'm assuming you guys are staying here for the night." He stated.
"If it's not too much trouble on your end. I think I'd have to carry Dean back to my place if we were to leave right now." Lynch said, half joking but not really.
"She's done it before. One time I managed to get my hands on some "adult juice" and brought it to a date me and her had downtown."
Becky cringed at the thought of that particular moment.
"Everyone was staring at us, I swear. He started singing Sweet Caroline for no reason... loudly." She recalled.
All Shane could do was laugh at that point.
"Dean, I love you like a brother. I really do. But, you're a fuckin mess."
"Ya know, I'd be offended if that wasn't true." Ambrose responded nonchalantly.
Shane looked over at Becky, and she just smiled and shrugged.
"Said it before and I'll say it again. I wouldn't want him any other way."
"And for that, I gotta question your sanity a little as well. Anyway, Dean, you're not soaking my couch anymore than you already have. Go hop in the shower, I'll bring you a towel and a wash rag."
"Ugh, I don't feel like getting up thoooough."
"Come on, babe. He's nice enough to let us stay. It's the least you can do."
Begrudgingly, Ambrose heeded the words of his girlfriend and did as Shane said to do. After handing him what he needed to cleanse himself, Shane returned once again to the living room where Becky had decided to take a load off herself, on the non sweaty side of course. Price sat next to her.
"You're probably the best thing to ever happen to that lunatic." He told her.
"Aww, you really think so?" She responded, smiling ear to ear.
"Becks, I friggin know so. Don't change him too much though. Good ol' Deano is still needed in the world, ya know."
Lynch giggled.
"I'm not going to disagree with that. What's the world without a little chaos?"
All of a sudden, from the shower...
"SWEEEEEET CAROLIIIIIINE, BAH BAH BAH!"
Upon hearing that outburst, the two Irish teens both looked toward the bathroom, then at each other, then back to the bathroom, then back at each other, before they both just started fucking dying. They laughed to the point where there were tears in their respective eyes.
"To... to answer your question, Becky... The world would be boring as shit."
"Ya hit the nail right on the head."
They continued to laugh as Dean put on a concert that they would cherish for the rest of their natural born lives.
AN: Hi! Hello, all! I can explain... again. For the past few months I've been fuckin swamped with work. From finals a few months ago, to now having a full time job... I've been a busy bee that's for sure. But I finally managed to get a little filler chapter out at least. Hopefully, you don't all wanna kill me right now, but if you do, hey. Can't say I blame ya. Peace out fam. You're still the best.
