its my house and i live here


Seth's POV

People had a lot of opinions on Roman.

A lot of people assumed he was an over rated jackass that obeyed Vince McMahon's every dying command as though he was some sort of mindless drone.

Others looked at him as though he was their hero. Their knight in shining armor. They can see his flaws but choose to overlook them because they truly believe in him.

Then there are others that believe that Roman is the definition of perfection. They assume he's some sort of Greek god with magic hair or some shit.

But I see absolutely none of that.

When I look at Roman Reigns, I only see a true friend. Someone who's gonna be there even if I fuck up... and I did. I see someone who's loyal to his love ones and I see someone who is die hard dedicated to this company and everyone that is apart of it.

And right now, I also see his butt.

"I knew coming over here was a bad idea." I groaned as I covered my eyes, "Roman, but some fucking pants on man!"

"Excuse me but who's house is this?" He asked me, "I can walk around how I want."

"If Randy was over here he'd stab me for even seeing you naked." I told him, still keeping my eyes shut, "For the love of the world, you're in the freaking living room Roman, have some decency."

"If Randy was here, you'd hear explicit sound from my bedroom." Roman pointed out.

"Gross." I whined, "I don't want that image in my head... Do you have pants on yet?"

"No." He said to me, "I'm looking for my shorts."

"Why are your shorts in the living room?" I asked him.

"Cause," he told me, "They just are."

"Did something nasty happen?"

"I wouldn't call it nasty."

"Does it involve you?"

"Yep."

"Does it involve Randy?"

"That would be correct."

"And you two-"

"Yep."

"In the living room?"

"Yeah. It was on that couch you you're sitting on."

"That's so sick!" I shouted while immediately jumping off the couch and tripping over the coffee table, Roman's laughter echoing throughout the quite house.

"I hate you." I mumbled as I held onto my ankle, still deciding to keep my eyes closed.

"You deserved it." He told me, "Will you open your eyes. You look like a dumbass."

"Don't tell me what I look like." I mumbled, "Put on some pants first."

"If you would open your freaking eyes." He mumbled.

I grumbled a few choice words before slowly opening my eyes, seeing that Roman was now half dressed, now having his shorts on.

"You get on my nerves." I mumble as I stand up.

"Your attitude is so ugly." He said while rolling his eyes.

"You're ugly." I said while rolling my eyes and plopped in one of the chairs.

"Bitch, I'm a lot of things, but ugly isn't one." He shot at me, "And stop plopping down on my stuff. I paid good money for that. Furnisher isn't cheap."

"Cheap like your personality"

"Cheap like your existence."

"Cheap like your contacts."

"Cheap like the dye you use to use."

"You had to bring up the dye, didn't you?" I mumbled as I rolled my eyes.

"You're not about to win a clap-back challenge in my house." He told me, "Remember that two tones."

"I hate that name and you know it." I growled at him and he only smirked.

"Stop flirting me." He stated while plopping down on the couch and grabbed his phone off the coffee table I had recently tripped over, "We're here to plan how to you're gonna win Dean back, remember."

"I'm not flirting with your ugly ass."

"You know damn well I have a nice ass."

"Roman!"

"Alright!" He shouted while typing on his phone, "Geez. Chill. It's called confidence. Find some."

"Let's see how much confidence you have when I tell Randy." I said, then smirked when he only mumbled something I return.

"Alright." He told me, "So Renee's been garuding Dean like a hawk lately. There's no getting to Dean without getting through Renee. So we gotta soften Renee up."

I shrugged, "Sounds easy enough."

Roman was quiet for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

I raised a eyebrow, "What I say."

He continued to laugh for about another straight minute before suddenly stopping and staring at me.

"Have you met Renee Young?" He asked me, "Obviously not. She's fucking scary when your on her bad side. Like sinister scary. And last time I checked, we were both on her bad side right now. I wouldn't doubt it if she was planning to kill us. I wouldn't doubt it if we both wake up dead one day."

I sighed as I sat back in the seat, knowing he was probably right giving the fact that he and Renee are best friends.

I really wasn't sure why I was doing this, but yet here I am sitting in Roman's living room, trying to think of ways to win back Dean.

I'm two days in without talking to him and I can't even think straight. It's bad. Maybe I'm overreacting but I seriously can't sleep at night because I want to see him before I close my eyes at night.

'How do you move past cheating?' I had thought to myself several times over the past 48 hours.

I had wallowed in self pity for the past two days, and I was ready to move on. And moving on involved getting the love of my life back.

And yeah, I may have to wait to the last day of my life before it happens, but I'm not giving up on this.

I fucked up, I hurt Dean, and I was gonna make things right again.

I just didn't know how..

Which is why I was with Roman right now, trying to think of a way to get him back.

I couldn't just pull one romantic stunt and then we be back together. No, this isn't some kinda poorly written fan fiction, it's at least half decent.

I have to show him just how much I needed him above everybody else, and if it takes every ounce of energy i have then so be it.

Roman continued to rant on about Renee as my phone chimed.

I dig into the pocket of my joggers and pull it out, frowning at the message.

Unknown; can we talk? 🙁

And rolled my eyes and set my phone back down, completely uninterested in the conversation.

When my phone chimed again, I sighed before picking it up.

Unknown: I miss talking to you 😔

Seth: lose my number.

Unknown: so you are alive ❤️

Seth: and your dead to me.

Unknown: ouch.

Seth: don't. Text. My. Phone. Styles.

Unknown: then don't answer

Seth: gladly.

"Are you texting that ungrateful piece of shit?" Roman almost growled, "Stop it."

"He texted me first." I protested, "I'm not trying to engage in any sorta conversation. I'm trying to get my Dean back."

"You ignore his ass if he texts you." He told me then mumbled, "If only I could get away with murder."

"Focus Roman." I said with a sigh.

"Oh I'm focused alright." He told me, "focused right on my next target."

"Shut up Roman." I groaned, "We were talking about Dean. Let's talk about Dean again."

He stared at me for few seconds before sighing, "You better be glad I ship Ambrollins."

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