"I love you" he whispered, kissing me softly. "I'll see you at the arena." I nodded and smiled. "I love you too" I said softly. "Just, well, promise me you'll behave this year. Please?" He grinned. "Jordan" he said. "You know I'll promise you absolutely anything in this whole world. Except that. How about I promise to try and behave? That an acceptable compromise?" "I guess that's as good as I'm gonna get, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded. "Take it or leave it" he said. "Final offer. Going once... Going twice..." "Fine, I'll take it!" I said quickly. He smiled. "I gotta go" he said. "Bus will be leaving soon. Jord?" I looked at him and he smiled. "Love you" he whispered again, opening the door and leaving before he changed his mind.

I went to the window and looked out. Our room, well, his room, looked out over the car park. I smiled as I watched him walk to the bus, pulling his suitcase behind him. "Still don't understand why they had to get on the bus" I grumbled to myself. "The arena is right there." I looked across the other side of the road, watching the fans queuing outside the arena, smiling as I thought back to this time two years ago, when my whole life changed. My phone ringing interrupted my daydreaming and I grabbed it off the table. "Jason?" I asked as I answered. "What's wrong?" "Nothing is wrong" he said laughing. "We're all here at the arena, just wondering where you are? We've all been assigned our stars for this evening." "Go on" I groaned, grabbing my bag. "Hit me with it, I'm on my way. I just parked up at the hotel across the street. So who did I get?" He laughed again. "Oh no" he said. "This one you gotta wait and see. I will admit though, your name does look kinda cute next to his." "If I got Miz again I quit" I warned him as I made sure I grabbed the room key. "See you in a few Jordan" he said, and hung up.

"Finally!" Jason called as I got in the waiting area backstage. I grinned and put my bag in a locker, locking it quickly and pocketing the key. "So?" I asked, folding my arms. "Which lucky superstar has the pleasure of my company tonight?" "Ambrose" Jason said grinning. "No. Fucking. Way." I said, grabbing the sheet from him and scanning it for my name. There it was, in black and white. Jordan Taylor, Dean Ambrose. "Well I'll be damned" I said, smirking to myself. "Hi guys" a voice said. "Sorry we're running a bit late, couldn't prise Ambrose away from his hotel room. Anyway. We're here now, and your appointed stars are waiting in the locker rooms for you. Jordan? Ah, there you are. Dean has the VIP tonight, so you're gonna need to escort him to that. Get him anything he needs, we clear?" "As always" I said, smiling at Triple H. I loved working with him. He winked and walked out of the room. "Have a good night guys" I said, waving at the other PA's as I followed Hunter out of the room. "I'm sure you will!" Jason called back. I laughed and nodded before running after Hunter.

"You're the most competent one in there" he said as we walked the corridor. "That's why I gave you Ambrose tonight. This VIP has to run smoothly. They're having pictures taken in the ring with the championship at the moment. Go get Ambrose and be ready to walk him into the room as soon as you get word from upstairs." I nodded and smiled as we rounded the last corner before the locker rooms. "Oh, and Jordan" Hunter said as Dean walked out of the locker room. "Don't take any of his shit, ok?" "As if I'd give her shit" Dean said, pretending to be hurt. "Come on doll, let's go wait in that room upstairs. I'm sure they won't be long, right?" I nodded. "Sure J...Dean" I said quickly. Hunter nodded and Dean smiled. "Lead the way" he said.

"Fuck Jord" he whispered as we made our way upstairs. "That was fucking close!" "I'm sorry" I groaned. "I knew this was gonna be a nightmare as soon as I found out I had you tonight." "You have me every night" he said wickedly. "Enough Jon" I warned as we walked into the room next to where the VIPs were waiting. He nodded. "Best behaviour, right?" he said. I nodded, looking up quickly as the VIP rep walked in to the room. "You ready?" he asked. Dean nodded and I smiled. "Sure are" I said. "After you, Dean." He smiled and walked ahead of me into the room full of fans.

Ever the professional, the signing went as smoothly as I hoped. "Do you have a girlfriend?" a young fan asked as she waited for him to sign her picture. He glanced across at me quickly before looking back at her. Not quickly enough. "Is she your girlfriend?" another fan asked, looking across at me. I smiled and shook my head. "No, she's not" I said, walking over to them. "I'm just his babysitter for tonight. Does everyone have their autographs? I have to take Dean downstairs now so he can get ready for his match." They all nodded and he smiled. "Nice meeting you guys" he said, waving as I led him downstairs.

"I can't believe you denied me, Jord" he said quietly. I looked at him and smiled. "Did you want me to get lynched in there Jon?" I asked. "Because that's what would have happened if we just admitted it." He nodded slowly. "I know" he said quietly, holding my hand. "I just, I'm sick of hiding it. Of hiding us. Two years Jord. Today." I nodded, smiling at him. "I know Jon" I whispered, kissing him quickly. "Come on. We can celebrate later..." "Jordan, Ambrose" Hunter called from down the corridor. "A word." I looked at Jon quickly as he dropped my hand. "Go get changed" I said. "I'll deal with this." He nodded and disappeared into the locker room as I went to meet Hunter.