Lost Girl

The woods seemed to stretch on forever. How the hell did she even end up all the way out here? Last thing she remembered was waking up in Seth Rollin's hotel room wearing his Shield vest and her underwear. Now, it appeared she was out in the middle of some woodland area and she could hear night birds and other animals making their nightly noise. If she listened closer she could probably tell if she was by civilization or out in the middle of nowhere. What the hell happened last night? She looked down and noticed she had her pants and shoes on again. That was a good thing. She was wearing a shirt, but she still had Seth's vest on and his gloves. How the hell did she end up with his gloves on? Her hands were way smaller than his, but they seemed to fit. This was feeling too weird. She didn't usually drink to the point of blacking out and not remembering anything from the night before.

Check your pockets. That's what they always do in the movies. Check your pockets and see if there are any clues in there. She put her hands in her pockets and emptied the content into her lap. She didn't want to lose anything small in the dirt on the ground. Hell, if she looked closer she'd probably find bugs on the ground. She didn't want to think about that. Her skin crawled just thinking about it.

Wow. She had a twenty dollar bill in her left pocket and about 80 cents in small change. A piece of pocket lint that she was pretty sure wasn't going to tell her anything. An ATM receipt from Chase bank for 200 dollars. In her right pocket she found her cell phone and a full battery. There was the life line. She could call whoever she had on redial from last night and ask where the fuck she was at.

She powered it up, but there was no service. No problem. She could still look at her most recent contacts. She called Seth 5 times last night. Two new numbers that she had no idea who they were and a call to her voice mail. If she had service she could probably hear who the voice mail was.

She sighed to herself frustrated.

"Ok Rebecca, think. You know you're in Georgia. That's where you live. You were at the dome watching Smack Down when you bumped into Seth. He commented on your "Believe in Seth Rollins" T-shirt. You took a picture together. He posted your shirt on his Instagram. They taped the show. He touched your shoulder on the way down for his GI Seth roll over the barrier and into the ring. You watched the rest of Smack Down being taped and Main Event. Everything ended and you gathered up your stuff you bought."

She closed her eyes as the memory came flooding back.

"Nice shirt." A random male voice said from behind her. She smiled figuring it was a fellow Shield believer and turned around to discover she is standing right next to where The Shield is doing their entrance for that night. Seth Rollins is standing waiting for the other two members to show up.

Rebecca: "Thank you. You want to see the front?"

She turns around and shows him the picture on front of him in his shield gear with his arms crossed and in black letters it says "Believe in Seth Rollins" and the back has in camouflage letter D.

Seth: "That's really awesome. Thank you for taking the time to make and wear that for me. Do you want to take a picture and put it on Instagram?"

Rebecca: "Yeah. I'd love to take a picture with you. You can take a picture of the shirt too if you want. You can add it to your Rollins pics everyone sends you."

Seth: "OK. What's your Instagram name so I can credit you?"

Rebecca: "You're going to laugh your ass off. It's a funny name."

Seth: "OK. I'm ready for it. Give it to me."

Rebecca: "It's beccarollinsgirl75."

Seth: "That's not so bad. I've heard worse. It's cute."

He typed in her name into Instagram and her phone beeps off in her pocket.

Rebecca: "Oh look Seth Rollins requested to follow me on Instagram."

She winks at Seth and accepts his request after checking out his pics to make sure it's really him and not some person posing under his name.

Rebecca: "Ooh and it's verified. Just like the twitter account I'm following."

Seth: "What's your twitter handle? Same name?"

Rebecca: "Yup. Same name."

He types in her information and her phone beeps again.

Rebecca: "Wow and now wwerollins is following me on twitter. Could this night get any more awesome?"

Seth: "I don't know. That's for you to decide."

He takes the picture with her and posts the pic of her shirt on his Instagram with her name and credits her on his twitter too. She does silent fan girl back flips inside, but keeps cool in front of Seth. She didn't want to spoil her "Hey you're just a human" front she was putting up for him to keep from squeaking out loud or doing some form of "oh my God Holy shit" dance that gave everything away.

Rebecca: "I just thought of something else."

Seth: "What's that sweetheart?"

Rebecca: "May I have a hug?"

Seth: "Of course you can have a hug."

He hugs her and she hugs back. She remembered the smell of freshly washed laundry. She guessed it was Gain because it smelled like her clothes when she washed them. No sign of cologne or even Axe that most guys use. Hey if you're going out to wrestle the only thing you need is deodorant and a smile. She felt high as a kite as she walked in to take her seats on the middle lodge area right at the barrier where Seth would roll later that night.