Believe in Gabby: A Shield Fanfiction

Chapter 198: They're Back

Monday Night Raw:

Offscreen:

Roman was sitting alone at catering until I came sneaking in. I slowly started creeping towards him.

I was about five feet from him when he said, "I know you're trying to scare me, Gabby."

Roman looked back at me and started laughing. I threw my hands at my side.

"God damn it, Roman," I said.

I skipped over and sat next to him, "How is my second best friend?"

"Second?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"What?" Roman asked, "I'm only second."

"A close second," I corrected.

"Ok, who's ahead of me?" Roman questioned.

"Charlotte," I said with a smirk.

Roman sighed, "Gosh dang."

"I know how disappointing it is," I said, shaking my head, trying to keep a smile on my face as I tried to act serious.

"Yeah, that just ruined my day," Roman said,

"Hey," I punched his shoulder lightly, "You're my favorite brother."

"What about Daniel?" Roman asked me.

"Oh don't let him fool you, Bro Ro," I said, "He may come off as a really nice guy.... but he's mean."

Roman and I both chuckled as I took a grape off of his plate and ate it.

"Where's Crazy?" I asked.

"Who's crazy?"

I turned around to see Dean walking over. Roman and I exchanged looks.

"We were just talking about....... crazy cat ladies," I said unsuringly.

Roman slapped his head against his hand. Dean sat down next to me.

I quickly changed the subject, "Hey guys, watch this."

I grabbed another grape from Roman's plate and threw it in the air before I caught it in my mouth.

"Wow. Are you a genie?" Roman asked sarcastically.

"Ro, we already talked about this," I said, "I'm a unicorn."

"Right, sorry," Roman said shaking his head in amusement.

"Hey, do you guys have matches tonight?" Dean asked, completely ignoring our previous conversation.

"I'm facing Brie, which kind of sucks," I said.

"Kick her a**," Roman said.

"Ok, but only because you gave me permission," I said.

"I don't have a match tonight," Dean said, "I can't stand it."

"Well I actually have a match with our little brother," Roman said, looking from Dean to me.

"Who's our little brother?" I asked in confusion.

"Seriously?" Roman asked.

"What? Who is it?" I asked.

"Seth," Dean said.

"Oh," I said, "In my defense, Seth is my older brother. He's like three years older than me."

Dean turned back to Roman, "You are so lucky."

"I know," Roman said, "Don't worry brother. I'll give him a few punches from you."