A/N: Hey guys! This is an idea that popped into my head weeks ago so I decided to try it out...and see if you guys like it. Hope you enjoy! This new story should be a fun one. There's more romance and fluff than anything else!

"Please, all I ask is that you give them a quick look. They're really good." Dean Ambrose begged. He pulled out his folder from his backpack and slid it across the table.

The young woman in the other side if the table rolled her eyes. She chewed her gum soundlessly as she observed the homeless, head to toe.

He had messy auburn hair that fit him quite well. He had some stuble on his face. Dean wore ripped up jeans and a leather jacket over a black wife beater that had sweat stains on them.

"Please go away. Or I'll call security." The blonde with the Russian accent gave him the most sarcastic smile she could muster.

Dean hung his head low in disappointment and nodded slowly. He grabbed his folder, placing it in his backpack before walking towards the exit. On his way, he took a glance at the art on the walls. When will it ever be his turn? He should be used to the rejection by now but no. It hurt every time they kicked him out like he was a disease. They never took a chance on him; all because he was homeless and looked like it too. May the bastard that threw him out on the streets burn in hell. That was a thought that ran through Dean's mind very single day.

Don't fucking cry. Dean thought to him. He might be a grown man whom was homeless but he still had feelings. Every time another brutal rejection came along, he felt the stinging in his eyes.

Dean Ambrose was never a quitter but now, he was beginning to think that if he should. It was no use. No one would give him the time of day.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and continued walking until he reached his favorite park. He slept there every night and he liked it because there weren't criminals hanging around.

The park was huge and consisted of a small baseball field and a couple play grounds for kids. There were multiple hills that surrounded the baseball field and Dean slept at the top of the most secluded. There was a huge tree located at the peak of it and he loved the shade it have him during the day. It also helped whenever he drew, he just leaned back against it and relaxed.

Dean climbed the hill and headed for his usual spot. He placed his backpack right next to him as soon as he sat and leaned against the tree. Ambrose had no idea what to do anymore. Having his drawings up on the gallery walls of anywhere was his dream but it was quickly slipping through his fingers like sand.

Should he stop trying? It all just seemed useless by now. He had lost count on how many art galleries rejected him without at least taking a peak at his work. He only attempted the small galleries. If those didn't want him, the bigger and more successful ones would certainly not either. He wouldn't even dare to step inside one them.

Reigns Galleries was the most known art company in the United States. Dean had no idea how this Roman Reigns guy looked but he saw his name everywhere. Recently, he was lucky enough to find a newspaper that was tossed out. He was desperate to know what was going on around California. You miss a lot when you're homeless. That is where he had learned that Roman Reigns opened up a new gallery locally. He had multiple ones around the country, and had two in California. Dean could only wish that his art would end up on the walls of Reigns Galleries..or any gallery for that matter.

Dean sighed and laid down on the grass; using his backpack as a pillow. He snuggled into his ripped up leather jacket as much he could. Once again, for two nights straight, he went to sleep with an empty stomach. Will things ever get better? Dean Ambrose had his doubts.

His eyes snapped open when he heard a snapping of a twig nearby. He sat up and looked around, seeing nothing. He stood up and walked around the tree to see a man standing there, a smug look on his face.

"For someone whose homeless, you sure are pretty." The man stepped towards Dean.

"Leave me alone. Get out of here." Dean said in an almost pleading way. Ambrose had never been labeled as pretty and he was thankfully for that. Pretty never suited him. He never had innocence as part of his personality but there were rare times, where he was sentimental and soft. Almost exactly like pretty boys that threw tantrums whenever they didn't get what they wanted.

The man smirked at him and lunged, knocking both of them to the ground. The man straddled Dean and tried pinning his fighting arms to the grass. Dean managed to flip them over and he got off the man, trying to crawl around the tree and away from him. He reached his backpack but then the man recovered and was soon straddling him again. Dean's head fell against his backpack as he tried to fight him off. "Get off me!" Dean's heart began to race as the man managed to keep both his wrists pinned above his head with one hand. The other hand reached for the button on Dean's jeans. "No stop!"

"You might as well just give in. No one can hear you. I'm getting some weather you like it or not."

Dean whimpered and the tears began to fall. "Stop!" He sobbed and tried to fight the guy off.

Things suddenly stopped when the man got distracted by something next to Dean's head. Dean turned and noticed that an old photo slipped out of his backpack.

"Who is that hot piece of ass?" The man chuckled.

Dean took this opportunity to kick the guy in the groin and was able to get him off of him. He got on his knees and began to punch him repeatedly non stop. The guy seemed to get the hint as he crawled away from Dean's grasp. "Stay the fuck away from me!" His voice cracked. He was shaken up. He was seconds away from being fucking raped. Ambrose knew the park was too good to be true. He grabbed the photo from the ground and stuffed it back in his backpack, thankful that nothing happened to it. The tears never stopped falling and his hands were shaking.

He went back to his original spot and curled into a ball, silent sobs escaped him as he tried to sleep. Yup, things were only getting worse for him. Although he wasn't sure what could be worse than being homeless. He was starting to lose hope all together. He was sick of this shitty life he never imagined he would have one day.

There was one thing that Dean Ambrose would not see coming though. One man would turn his life completely around. Give him the opportunities of a lifetime and the comfort he desperately needed. It was only a matter if time until he crossed paths with him.

A/N: Thumbs up? Thumbs down? Keep or delete? Please leave me your thoughts on this first chapter! Shall I continue it?