I love shopping for furniture but I hate putting it all together. I had gotten a table from IKEA and now its sitting on my dining room floor reminding me of how lazy I really am. I just moved to Orlando to be closer to everyone in the WWE and I really didn’t have time to put together a table. I groaned at the thought of me messing the table up but went ahead and started opening the box.
I ran into some problems immediately. First the table part itself is longer than me so I couldn’t even begin to work on that and second who owns a screwdriver anymore. After a few minutes I decided I was done and I was now laying on my dining room floor eating ice cream.
A knock on the door startled me, “COME IN ITS UNLOCKED.” I screamed hoping that the person on the other side heard me. I turned my head to see Finn smiling at me, “Hey.” I waved my spoon at him making him chuckle. I tilted my head more to see Seth standing behind him, “Hi sethie poo.” I giggle when I heard Seth mumble something about how stupid that nickname was.
“What are you doing?” Finn asked as he walked towards me. I didn’t bother moving from the floor even as Finn stepped over me to look at the pieces of the table.
I took a bite of ice-cream before I spoke, “I was building a table but I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore because the top is longer than I am.” I huffed into the ice-cream feeling a little bit of defeated.
“Well you could of ask me or him and we could of helped you.” Seth was pointing at Finn who was nodding his head in agreement. I looked up at the two of them and smiled.
Context: All Seth wants and all Seth needs is you to be safe.
**A/N: ** Song choice is “Girl” by The Internet featuring
KAYTRANADA. Seth Rollins feels, that is
all. This was supposed to be written a long time ago but the
version I previously had wasn’t that good to me.
Seth woke up on the couch to the Netflix documentary still
quietly playing in front of him. Looking down to his left was an empty space:
one of where your sleeping body usually laid on the weekends, wrapped so
comfortably in his arms: safe and relaxed; finally at peace after a long work
day. He would wrap a strand of your short brown curls playfully around his
finger and could smell the remnants of the conditioner left in your hair from a
wash three days prior; very fruity. Maybe it was green apple (his personal
favorite) but Seth always made a mental note to ask later.