A/N: Hey guys! So, I got bored... And need to get things off my head. So here it is!

Enjoy this one.

:)

Inspired by The Black Eyed Peas' Meet Me Halfway

10 March 2017, Friday – Las Vegas, Nevada

"Oh my," My throat runs dry. "Shit balls."

It was the only thing I could think off to utter under my breathe, the moment I looked up. I've knocked into the man behind me and spilled my drink all over his shirt.

Crap.

The man stares right at me, with parted mouth. While me, a total klutz, try to choke words out of myself.

"I'm so sorry! I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to, I'm just,"

At this point, I know I'm merely babbling. But I'm in public and I'm clearly not prepared for such scenario to happen on a typical Friday. Hence why, I've also avoided to look at his face again. The man's probably furious to have my caramel Frappuccino blended coffee staining his white top.

"I'll pay for your drink! Here's 20 bucks, okay? I'm just, please don't sue!"

I exclaimed before making a run out of the place… And Adam freaking Cole. Baybay! I can't believe my eyes or fate. Is this really how I ended up meeting the man I've admired for years and attracted to?!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Translation: Life is so unfair.

But it was mostly replaced with a string of curses, as I distant myself from Starbucks. Just because, I'm a hot mess at this second and I need to calm the hell down.

"Hi."

A figure blocked my way, and stopped me from exiting the building. Looking up, I'm now the one left flabbergasted; compared to this afternoon's encounter.

"Hey… You, again."

Words stuttered out of me, visibly displaying how I'm a nervous trainwreck. How could I not be? Especially when a well-known person is the one to approach me, out of nowhere.

It's none other than the nearly 6-foot-tall, Adam Cole that stands before me. He smiles, holding back a chuckle. It must be hard for him considering how flustered I appeared to be right now.

Now if only my cheeks would stop burning up this instant…

"Didn't know I'd see you here again. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yeah… It's good, it's great actually. You might even hear me screaming just now, but uh, you were too busy with wrestling and shouting Adam Cole Baybay… So I guess, not."

I literally just face palmed myself in my own head. While Adam stands right there, with hand partially covering his mouth.

Preventing myself from stomping the ground, I cursed silently and bit my bottom lip. If only there's anything else that will come out from my mouth…

Anytime now…

"By the way, congrats. It was an incredible match. My money was on you from the start, but watching the match, I can't even,"

"How many times?"

Thinking back of all the gripping and shouting I've pained the person next to me with – due to our bet, I cringe easily. But then this happened… I'm cringing more; now that I recall the uncountable times I've switched between Cole and Daniels throughout the 22-minute match.

"Maybe 10, or a whole lot more than 40." I confessed, hastily.

"Sorry you lose your bet then."

His apology left me gobsmacked. Only because, I remembered congratulating him. I congratulated Adam Cole on the night he loses his ROH World Championship to Christopher Daniels. Oh, my, god... I'm never going to live this down – ever. Pressing my lips together firmly, I think of ways to recover from this humiliation.

That is until I tilted my head up, facing Adam Cole. To even see how I amuses him so easily, it's unusual. Actually, it's not every day I get to meet the wrestlers that I'm hugely a fan of; until today.

And it happened twice.

Somebody punch me for the love of God.

This must be a dream.

"You're funny." He laughed. "I was thinking if you want to grab dinner tonight."

Meeting his squinted eyes with a wide grin plastered on his face, I'm not sure what to do… Or say. I want to believe that this is real but all I know is that a lump is forming in my throat and my throat is most definitely drying up; as I ponder on the right choice of words.

"Oh… I, I can't." It came out in a rush, as I continue fidgeting with my hands. "I'm here with someone else."

At the corner of my eye, I finally found the person I've been waiting for all along. If it wasn't for him and his weak bladder, we could have been out of here.

And I wouldn't have to humiliate myself for the second time in front of a man that I love… ish.

Hurriedly, I move forward to pull him next to me.

"Dustin, and I are going to dinner so… Rain check?"

"Sure, sure."

I then leave with my arms linked to Dustin's. While he was gushing of the fact that I just had a conversation with Adam freaking Cole, I stay mum and maintain my composure as we draw nearer to the exit.

"Hey, can I have your number?"

Behind me, a voice crowed. I'd know that voice from anywhere; any fan of Ring of Honor will know that voice from anywhere.

"Uh…" I walked back to him, quite anxiously. "I can give you my name card."

"Sweet, I'll text you."

Nodding my head, I then scurry back to Dustin after handing over the card. For once in my life, I can't wait to get the hell out of the arena after a wrestling show. Only to return tomorrow night, since Dustin bought tickets for an ROH tapings.

Hopefully, Adam wouldn't see me in the crowd; fingers crossed.

But in my heart though, I only wish for no one to see or heard of the encounter I just had. I sure as hell don't want to be fangirls' number 1 public enemy online just because I get to make a fool of myself in front of their favourite wrestler… and mine too.

A/N: Okay guys, I wanna know if any of you would like to read more about this? Cause, I do have ideas on the continuation but idk if anyone is interested... So yeah, if you do want to read more of MMH, tell me!