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AJ POV

I go about my day and get ready for my match against Knight, as I debate on how and when I am going to tell Rosalie about our current predicament. I know I should tell her sooner rather than later and I have a small amount of time available now to tell her, but honestly…I'd rather poke my eye out than have to face her. Lord knows though that I'll deserve whatever fury she directs at me. I have been an ass to her for no reason lately.

As much as I don't want to, I decide to go tell her now. Mainly because I don't know when I'll get another opportunity to do so. I mentally prepare myself as I head towards Rosie to deliver her the news.

When I get to her, I see that she's finishing up with Becky, so I hover at the entrance, not making my presence known. When neither of them notice me after about a minute, I softly knock on the door, alerting them that I'm there. Rosalie whips her head in my direction with fear written in her eyes, but I think it was because I startled her out of her conversation with the Irishwoman.

"Jesus, AJ. You scared me. What do you want?" She asks with a bite of attitude added to her question and I reign in the fact that I deserved it. Without waiting for an answer from me, she goes back to her task at hand, but I can see her body language has changed. Her posture is more stiff and I can tell she's definitely more alert. Probably just waiting for my next unprovoked attack.

"I was hoping I could talk to you, quick," I tell Rosie quietly and she meets my eyes in the mirror with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay…talk," she retorts sharply, putting her attention back onto Becky's hair. Damn. Is this how I am with her? With everyone? Cause the feeling of being dismissed so easily, really sucks. Especially when it's coming from Rosalie.

"Alone. Please," I counter softly and she pauses what she's doing, meeting my eyes in the mirror once more and I know she can see the pleading look on my face. The look on hers softens fractionally and I see her subtly nod her head.

"Fine. Gimme a minute to finish up on Becky. You can take a seat over there," she nods her head in the direction of the free chair against the wall.

I actually take her up on the offer and occupy the seat, putting my head into my hands while resting my elbows on my knees as I try to think of how I'm going to tell her that we're literally going to be roommates for the next 2 nights.

What felt like forever, but in reality was probably only a minute or 2, Rosalie finally turns her attention onto me. "Alright AJ, you have my attention, now; what did you want to talk to me about?" She asks me softly, leaning against the vanity across from me.

When I sit up to look at her, her arms are crossed across her chest, pushing her small breasts up, but I can also see the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Yeah, that's your fault you idiot. But she's never looked more beautiful.

"Lord, I don't even know…" I begin, but Rosie quickly silences me. I look up at her in confusion.

"Hold on a sec," she tells me and goes to the door, shutting it before turning the lock, effectively giving us privacy. I smile softly at the gesture and watch her as she takes her original position in front of me.

"Thanks," I say quietly and Rosie flashes me a small smile.

"No problem. What's on your mind, AJ?" She replies.

"Earlier, I–I overheard your conversation with Mia," I begin and her eyes widen with anger, but I hold my hand up to let her know I'm not finished. "Please…let me finish. It wasn't my intention to. I came to tell you what I'm about to tell you now and I heard you guys. I know I shouldn't have continued to listen, but hearing what I did…it makes it all that more imperative that I tell you," I plead my case and Rosie's body visibly relaxes, but I can still see the tension in her stance.

"What is it, AJ?" She asked.

"First off, I wanted to thank you for giving me your room last night…" I begin to say and a shocked look grows on Rosie's face. Yeah, I know she wasn't expecting that one. "But I also need to tell you that I checked with the front desk this morning and nothing has changed from last night…there are no other rooms available," I tell Rosalie timidly and her eyes widen again as she begins to pace.

"You have got to be kidding me. Why is this happening to me?" Rosie cries out into the room.

Ignoring her comments, I continue on with what I was going to approach her about to begin with. "Look, we're both grown adults who can be civilized and share a room together. All of my stuff is still in there and it was your room to begin with," I say and Rosie snorts at my comment.

"That's rich coming from you. You've been anything but civilized since coming back in December," she spits out at me and I nod.

"I deserved that, but at least I'm tryin' right now. Just…think about it. Alright? Here is the key card to your room. I have the other, so only you and I can get in there," I tell Rosie, handing her the piece of plastic before giving her hand a small squeeze. "Hopefully, I'll see you later," I add on and go to leave the room. As my hand turns the knob to open the door, Rosie's comment earns her an actual genuine smile from me. One that hasn't been seen for months.

"Good luck on your match, tonight," she tells me.

"Thanks, darlin'," I reply quietly, then leave the room.

Rosalie POV

Did he just call me…darling? He hasn't done that since before his character got taken out back in September. I almost forgot the sound of it coming off his lips when he called me that. To my knowledge, I'm the only one he ever called darling. I can't help but smile at the foreign, yet familiar nickname, but I don't dwell on it too much. One small interaction isn't going to change someone who has been a jackass to virtually everyone for no reason for the past 3 1/2 months. It's going to take more than that and I have a feeling he'll prove me right at some point during the day.

It's going on noon and I haven't eaten anything since last night, so I decide to take a quick trip to catering and grab myself a meal of chicken tenders and fries. They are my favorite and I know it'll keep me full for a while.

I find a quiet corner and enjoy my food, but it's short lived when none other than LA Knight walks up to me. I try to ignore him by looking at my phone, but he doesn't seem to get hint.

"Well lookie who we got here…little miss Rose and her prickly thorns. Why you sitting all alone? Hoping to get the attention of Styles? So you can be miserable together?" He said to me…quite obnoxiously actually.

I look up at him in annoyance, that and the fact that he's even bothering me to begin with. I've never spoken to him before. Not unless I've had to. And thank god, that hasn't been often. "What are you talking about? I'm just trying to eat my lunch in peace," I retort, letting him know in my tone I'm less than thrilled with his interference.

"Oh come on now, Rosalie. We both know you're sweet on him. I've seen the way you look at him. A lot of us have…" he taunts and I look up at him in disbelief, but before I can respond to him, a lifesaver I didn't even know would become one for me, comes to my defense.

"What the hell are you doing Ricker? Do you really have nothing better to do? Leave her alone; she's minding her own business. Or are you looking to get your ass beat by Jones?" Randy said as he approaches the table, his eyes set on Knight. My eyes shoot up to him at the mention of AJ in regards to me, but what could he possibly mean by that?

"Or what, Orton? You gonna kick my ass for him? Come on, we all know they're into each other," Knight goads Randy and I shrink back in my seat, not wanting this attention on me. And there is no way what he's saying about AJ is true.

"If I need to, I will and who cares if they are. They're both grown ass adults who can act on it if they want; it's none of your damn business. Now, you need to leave her alone, or I will tell him you were harassing her. And we both know he'll kick your ass 10x harder than what he already is going to do tonight," Randy warns him.

Knight turns his full attention onto Randy and gets in his face as much as his height will allow him to do. He releases a quiet 'hmm' with a smirk before finally walking away from the table.

The tension I didn't even know was in my body leaves me and I slump back into my chair before running my fingers through my hair as a stress reflex. The second Knight leaves the area, Randy turns towards me with a look of concern on his face, "hey, are you alright, Rosie? I know he can be an ass, but this takes the cake for him," he tells me, not taking his eyes from mine.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you…for that. For coming to my aid," I tell Randy quietly and he smiles down at me.

"You're welcome, hun. I know you and Jones mean something to the other…I've seen the way you two look at each other when you think no one is looking. I'm a very observant person, but don't worry. I won't say anything. You two will find your way to each other when the time is right," Randy tells me and I look up at him flabbergasted mixed with horror at the fact that he even noticed anything on my part. I thought I was so careful…

"I can see in your face you weren't expecting me to say that, but like I said…I'm not going to say anything. Take care of yourself, Rosie and I'll see you later," Randy says to me with a parting wink before leaving me to myself and my thoughts. Fucking hell did he just give me a lot to think about.

I'm on my way back to my hotel room and my mind is running a mile a minute. I was able to leave early…well before WrestleMania even ended, but I was there for AJ's match. And that's what frightens me…because he lost his match and lord knows what version of him there will be when he gets back to the room. Hopefully, I'll be asleep before he gets back and I won't have to deal with whatever mood he's going to be in.

The second I enter the bedroom, my heart drops when I see the single king size bed smack dab in the middle of the room. And there is no couch. Can the universe hate me anymore than it does at this very moment?

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I gripe to myself, dropping my bag on the empty area of the dresser. Wanting nothing more than to have a shower at the moment, I dig through it and grab what I need before going into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Enjoying the heat of the water pelting my tired body, I take my time with my shower. I don't even realize how long I've been in there until I hear a knock on the door, startling the hell outta me and the sound of AJ's voice calling my name. "Rosie, is everything alright? You've been in there for a while. I just want to make sure you're okay," he tells me and I have to calm my rapidly beating heart.

"Y–Yeah…I'm okay," I reply, my voice shaky before shutting off the water and grabbing the nearest towel to me. I quickly dry off, brush my teeth and get dressed before I open the door, clutching the towel to my chest. AJ is sitting on his side of the bed and looks up at me with a small smile when I walk in his line of sight. "Sorry…bathroom's yours," I tell him timidly, putting my dirty laundry in my bag, then begin to dry my hair with the towel.

"It's alright; I already took my shower at the arena. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I got back about a half hour ago and you were already in there," he replies, not taking his eyes off me.

I sit down in the chair at the desk attached to the wall, unable to meet his stare until I hesitantly look at up him. "Why do you care?" I ask, bluntly and he blinks at me.

"What?" AJ asks in confusion.

"Why do you care? You've made it very clear that you don't care about anyone but yourself these past couple of month. So why are you suddenly being nice to me? It doesn't make any sense," I ask again, this time putting my full attention onto him. This time it's AJ who turns red in the face.

"Look, I know I've been a jackass lately and that's no excuse, but the way you reacted to me last night, putting me in my place…and then this morning, overhearing what you had to go through because of me. I don't know…it–it woke me up, I guess," he replies with a shrug and I look at him incredulously.

"You guess?" I scoff out a laugh. "I don't need your pity and I'm certainly not a damn charity case, Allen. I'm too tired for this; I'm going to sleep," I retort, getting up from my seat to toss the towel on the floor in the corner of the bathroom. Grabbing my charger, I plug in my phone, get in on my side of the bed and lay at it's edge, keeping as much distance in between AJ and I as possible. I tell him good night with a finality and leave it at that. I have nothing more to say to him.

I hear AJ release a sad and defeated sigh as he shifts on the bed, "G'night Rosie. I hope you sleep well," he replies quietly and I can actually hear the sincerity in his voice.

I hope so, too because even though my mind is exhausted, every nerve ending in my body is alive knowing AJ is close. I don't want to have this reaction to him, but I can't control my body's physical response to someone it's been attracted to for so long, no matter how hard I try. I pull the comforter closer under my chin and ignore every urge within me to give in to my need and want.

I feel AJ get up from the bed and move around as he himself gets ready to go to sleep. He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes before reemerging and shutting off all of the lights.

He gets into bed and settles himself before shutting off the last light, cloaking the room into pitch black darkness. AJ readjusts himself and somehow I know he's on his side facing me. "Rosie?" He calls my name softly into the silent room, but I pretend to be asleep. When he doesn't get a response from me, I hear him quietly sigh, "I really am sorry for how I've been treatin' you. It's just…I've literally lost everything and I found the only way to protect myself is to be cold and indifferent; I honestly never meant for you to become a victim of my behavior. I hate myself for puttin' you at arms length and puttin' you in that position; you're one of the last people I ever wanted to do that to. I really do like you and I hope one day you'll give me a chance. Although, lord knows I don't deserve it," he sighs to himself. "Sleep well, my beautiful angel," he whispers to me and I can't stop the first tear from falling before sleep finally consumes me.