Charlotte Flair was sprawled across her hotel bed, too exhausted to even bother changing out of her ring gear. She was too wound up to consider the idea of changing right now, and that was the fault of her best friend, Becky Lynch. Becky, with her stupid bright smile, and her stupid orange hair, and her stupid sparkling brown eyes, and her stupid... Ears?
"Fuck."
Charlotte cursed herself and buried her face into the pillow. You'd think that a world famous woman who more or less wrestled in her underwear wouldn't have any trouble reeling in a date when she was out and about, but you'd think wrong. To be fair, being thirty-one and just now realizing she was attracted to women was overwhelming, not just to herself but to any woman she would try to hook up with at the bar.
But tonight didn't have her shaken because a nameless ring rat turned her down; It was her bestie, Becky. Of course, Becky didn't technically turn Charlotte down... Charlotte would actually have to talk to Becky and ask her out to be rejected, and Charlotte couldn't even do that correctly without choking on her own words like a prepubescent teenage boy asking his crush to prom.
Not like she would say yes, anyway. Charlotte mentally bullied herself. She knew her best friend loved her. Not in the way Charlotte preferred but at least it was something.
The confrontation kept replaying in Charlotte's mind like a bad movie:
"Hey, Char, you ready for the show tonight?"
"H-hey, Becky... Y-yeah, yeah, the show is tonight."
"You ok?"
"I'm good. Totally good. Ya know what's good? Bananas."
There wasn't a number of times Charlotte could even face palm herself to make the situation any less cringy than it already was. At least Becky laughed at Charlotte like she was telling a joke. Women were complicated as fuck, Charlotte came to know quickly. Especially hot, athletic, famous women.
"WHY ARE YOU SO AWKWARD? YOU'RE THIRTY-ONE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Charlotte buried her face deeper into her pillow and screamed to herself at the top of her lungs. Charlotte rolled to her back, still groaning in frustration at the combination of embarrassment and high school crush baloney she had stirring in her gut.
Maybe if she called someone and talked to a voice of reason she could calm her nerves enough to get some sleep before her flight. Charlotte plucked her phone from the bedside table. She pressed the power button on the side of her phone. Her wallpaper was a selfie of Becky and herself; Charlotte had her arm tightly secured around Becky with the biggest, dumbest, smile on her face. Becky had a gentle smirk on her lips, however. So simple yet so beautiful, Charlotte thought as she traced the outline of Becky's lips with the tip of her fingers. Charlotte opened her contact lists.
Becky? No, of course not... Bayley? Meh, maybe... Sasha? Maybe if Bayley didn't answer...
Instead of a girl friend that she could turn to, Charlotte started to decide on one of her male options. She had AJ, Kevin, and Shane's numbers. AJ was a good friend of hers, Shane was her boss, and she was pretty sure she only had Kevin's because of a dare.
"You're the one, P One."
Charlotte held the phone to her ear. It rang once... It rang twice...
"Hey, this is AJ, leave me a message."
What the fuck? Two rings then voicemail indicated AJ pressed the big red ignore button on his phone when Charlotte's number flashed on his screen. A little heated, Charlotte quickly typed a text and sent it to her so called friend.
Charlotte: You better be getting laid...
After a few moments, Charlotte's phone lit up.
AJ: Close, I have my kids here... Ttyl...
Shit. Charlotte quickly typed an apology to AJ then tossed her phone on the pillow beside her.
How dare Becky not know how Charlotte felt. As if she wasn't being obvious enough. Her sheepishness and laughing at Becky's stupid puns and holding her hand in the airport should've been a big enough hint that she was crushing hard for her.
Can't you just tell her how you feel?
Charlotte shook the thought out of her head. Even if Becky liked girls, she couldn't just swoop in and claim Becky as her own; Becky had been romantically involved with some UFC guy for the longest time and they just broke up a few weeks ago. It wasn't right to ask her out this soon after ending such a serious relationship. It was wrong... Right? Or was it right because it was wrong? Or... No, it was too early.
Charlotte was taken off guard when Becky's entrance music filled the empty hotel room. It took Charlotte a second to remember she set all her contacts to their respective entrance music as their ringtones... Except Kevin... Kevin was Barbie Girl.
"Hey, Lass."
"Hey, Char. Are you back at your room?"
Charlotte sat up, heart starting to pound in her chest despite having no real reason for it to do so.
"Yeah, why what's up?"
"I just wanna talk to you about something, if that's ok?"
Please show up naked.
"Yeah, Becky, that's more than ok."
"Cool. See you soon."
Charlotte stared at her phone's wallpaper some more. What was Becky wanting to talk about?
Gettin' freaky? No, Char, that's not it! Maybe she wants to go steady. Wouldn't that be awesome? Fuck. She's getting back together with that UFC fuck and she wants your advice.
"Ugh!"
Charlotte tossed her phone away and fell back onto her bed, face palming for probably the two millionth time tonight.
