Denial - A WWE Love Story

The dream of becoming a WWE Diva isn't something you can just wake up wanting. It takes being a WWE Universe, training your ass off, having a best friend whose a WWE superstar also helps. Dean and I fight like siblings, and get pissed off when someone hurts the other, safe to say that Dean is the brother I don't have. For those of you who don't know which Dean I'm talking about, I mean Dean Ambrose THE Dean Ambrose. We met at a WWE press conference in my home town of Litchfield. I was just starting the process of becoming a WWE diva and I hadn't met one of them. Dean was the first to greet me, and we just instantly clicked. The night before my debut match and naturally I'm feeling sick to my stomach. I feel my phone vibrate and I glance at the phone and smile when I see its Dean. "Hello?" I answered smiling, trying not to sound too queazy. "Hey Megan, how you holdin' up?" I swallowed hard remembering that my first ever match is tomorrow... On Raw none the less- "uh... Well..." He didn't let me finish "I'm coming over... You don't sound to good hun." I smiled and agreed
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Within ten minutes Dean was knocking at my door. "Come in" I shouted still sitting on the couch facing the TV, stuffing my face with Bon-Bons. Dean opened the door and closed it behind him walking over to the couch holding what looked like a bottle. "You know you really should check to see who it is before you invite a potential masked murderer into your house, giving up your one and only life because of.... What are those Bon Bons?!?" I laughed "Yes! Bon Bons! I love chocolate and I'm nervous, and so sorry mother!" Dean shot me his famous "oh no you didn't" look and sat on my face. "Who's your mother now?!?" He laughed placing the bottle on the coffee table. "Dean for real get the fuck off!" I laughed slapping him on the ass. "EEEP!!!" He jumped off me and rubbed his ass "what da fuck Megan!?!?" I laughed "you started it!!!" Dean popped open the bottle of whine sipping it from the bottle "oh.... Sorry did you want some?" I laughed taking it "just give me the bloody thing...." I took a sip too and licked the stray whine off my lip. "You just French kissed your brother..." Dean smirked. "What?!? Did not!!!" He smirked again "testy!" Dean snd I spent most of the night talking about different things.... Not once did I have a single shred of nerve to tell him how I feel about him. Not that there's nothing between us... Just friends that's it.... Yet I find myself constantly having to tell myself that I don't want him.