American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy

Kaitlyn walked backstage. She had just finished wrestling her last ever match for the WWE, facing her best friend, AJ Lee. She headed to the locker room.

He stood there, watching her. His dirty blonde hair was in his face, making it hard to tell who he was looking at. He leaned on the wall, his arms crossed and his mouth in a frown.

She just had her last match. He had to tell her soon. If he didn't, he'd never see her again. But what if she didn't want to see him again?

He was crazy. He had the nickname "Lunatic Fringe" for a reason. Sure, talked to himself sometimes -- well, a lot. But it wasn't like he was planning on murdering someone. Not a lot of people talked to him, and he realized that he liked the company of himself more than others'.

Then there was Kaitlyn. She was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. She wouldn't go for a guy like him. She could have guy she wanted; why would she pick Dean Ambrose?

He realized he was talking to himself again because people were staring at him as they walked by.

He wasn't normally so nervous. Kaitlyn just did this kind of thing to him. The kind of thing that messed up his confidence and confused him.

He was Dean fucking Ambrose! He went out every night in front of millions of people, and beat guys up. He shouldn't be nervous.

Finally, Dean pushed himself off the wall. If he was going to do this, he had to do it now.

He walked to the Divas locker room. He stood in front of it for a few seconds before finding the courage to knock. The door opened and Rosa Mendes stood in front of him.

She raised her eyebrow. "Dean?"

"Heh, yeah..."

"I didn't know you knew where the Divas locker room was," Rosa commented.

"I didn't either." He chuckled nervously. "Is, uh, Kaitlyn in there?"

Rosa nodded and walked away. A few seconds later, the two-toned Diva appeared. She smiled when she saw Dean, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey, Dean -- "

Dean grabbed her face and kissed her. She was surprised at first, but slowly melted into the kiss. It ended earlier than she'd hoped.

"What was that for?" She smirked.

"You're leaving," He said. "I wanted to kiss you and tell you how I felt before you left."

"Well, how do you feel?" She asked.

"I-I love you," He said, not stopping to think. "And if you don't love me, that's fine. I'm crazy. I know. But you're about to leave and I needed to let you know. I love you."

Kaitlyn's whole face broke into a smile. "You're not crazy, Dean. You're just different." He rolled his eyes. "It's true! You're different, but in a good way, I promise. And... I love you, too."

She kissed him.

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"She's an American beauty. I'm an American psycho."