Yay! Another request! This was also requested by WWERocksfanfic :) This was my first time listening to this song, since I've never heard of it, but hopefully I didn't do too bad with the one-shot. :P

Enjoy!

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Fire N Gold - Bea Miller

Annabella stood backstage, waiting for her boyfriend, Dean Ambrose. He was in the locker room, getting ready to leave. Once he finished, they were going to head back to the hotel and get some much needed sleep.

He took longer than expected, but Dean finally showed up.

"Dean, you took forever..." Annabella complained, frowning.

"Sorry," He said. They began walking, and he draped his arm over her shoulders. "I had to help someone get their stuff in their car."

"What if I needed help with my stuff?" She asked.

"Well, you would've had to wait," He said.

"I want to be mad you at, but you were just being nice to someone," She said. "Which is a first. Who knew you had it in you, Ambrose?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm dating you..." Dean said.

"I think it's because of my charm and good looks," Annabella suggested.

They reached the car, and Dean opened the trunk. They began piling their things into it.

"No, that's not it," He said, frowning.

"I don't know, then," She said, shrugging. "I thought that was why everyone liked me."

Dean laughed. "Just get in the car, Annabella."

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Dean and Annabella arrived at the hotel and went to their room. Annabella put on her pajamas, while Dean got in the shower.

Annabella crawled into bed and pulled out her phone. She decided to go on Twitter. Once the app loaded, she noticed she had a bunch of notifications. She was confused, since she hadn't had a match on Raw that night, so she didn't know why they were tweeting her.

She looked at her notifications and frowned as she looked through them. They all linked to a tweet from Cameron, or Ariane, which was her real name.

She opened Ariane's tweet and read it.

"Sorry boo, but it looks like your man isn't as faithful as you make him out to be."

She had included a picture. Dean had been helping someone load their things into their car, but that someone had long blonde hair and a black dress.

The shower stopped running, and shortly after, Dean came out. His dirty blonde hair was wet, and he wore nothing but a towel. He started to get clothes to sleep in, but stopped when he saw Annabella's face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She held out her phone and showed him the picture. "What's this?"

He looked at the picture, confused. "I told you that I helped someone with their stuff. Renée was struggling to walk down the hall with it, and I wasn't going to let her carry that stuff on her own. I was just doing a good deed. What's this about?"

"Why did someone say you weren't being faithful?"

He stared at her, but when she didn't say anything, said, "Who said that?"

"Ariane..."

Dean sighed. "Annabella, she has been trying to break us up since before we started dating! Why would you believe a word that came out of her mouth?"

"I don't know..."

"I love you, Annabella. If someone wants to try and ruin our relationship by spreading lies, they can go ahead. I'd like to see them try," He said. "I don't want anyone but you."

She sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," He said. "Just remember: we're stronger than her. She has nothing better to do with her life than ruin someone else's. We're better than her."

"Yeah, you're right," She said. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you, too, Annabella," He said. "Now, uh, I'm going to put some pants on now."

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"There is love inside this madness. We are walking on the moon. Though I don't believe in magic. I believe in me and you."