"I don't think that's a good idea." Sasha frowned as she looked up at the hopeful eyes of two of her old friends, Charlotte Flair and Becky Lynch. "She doesn't want to be around me at all."

The way she saw their faces fall broke her heart, but there was nothing she could do about it. They wanted her and Bayley to go with them on a camping trip, but Bayley still wanted nothing to do with her. Granted, part of that was her own fault. She could've gone about the situation better, but she can't help her temper. Still, Bayley could've gone about it better herself as well. Sasha was sick of trying to fix things, every time she tries they always end up fighting. She just needs to stay away from her, the mere presence of her made her angry, sad, confused, desperate... All of it was more than she can handle. Her emotions always got the better of her, not that she'll ever admit that out loud.

"But we miss us all... together, ya know? Come on, pleeease?" Becky pushed, leaning forward with that damn pout on her face. She noticed how Charlotte couldn't help but smile at Becky for a moment before joining her, making those wretched faces.

Sasha sighed and looked down for a moment, to protect herself from those cheating tactics they have the audacity to use. She looked up in confusion when she heard Charlotte break out in laughter. She saw her holding her stomach with her head held back trying to keep her breathing under control while Becky was pushing her goggles back onto her head. It seems that she leaned a little to forward and it fell onto her face. Classic Becky. She giggled a little bit herself as she watched her try to fix her vibrant red locks.

Sasha smiled as she watched her playfully punch the blonde on the shoulder but as the laughter died down Sasha's mood fell once again with it.

"Isn't it your anniversary anyway? Don't you want some alone time? We'd just ruin it, with all our fighting."

They turned their gaze back to her with looks of pity and sympathy and to be honest it made her a little annoyed, but she chose to try and ignore it.

"Oh come on, lass. We both want you to come with us. Charlotte especially misses ya, don' tell her I said that." Becky smiled mischievously, trying to lighten the mood.

"Um, hello, bex, I'm right here?" Charlotte said with a wide smile and lightly pushed the irish woman's shoulder, causing another small fit of laughter between them.

"But seriously though, what's a better gift to my girl than havin' us all go camping together, like ol' times, yeah?" The fiery haired wrestler questioned with her head tilted, blinking her long lashes at her. "As for alone time, we'll find that. Just while your sleepin' don't investigate any strange noises ya hear."

"Oh my God." Sasha face palmed.

"Becky." Charlotte breathed in disbelief and said woman put up her hands in front of her innocently.

"What? I'm jus' sayin'."

"Anyway." Sasha cut in, immediately wanting to move on from that subject. "Again, what if we fight? I can't promise that we wont, and I just... Really don't want to ruin things for you."

"Eh, entertainment on our part." Becky grinned before putting her fingers together with her pinkie out like she was holding a tea cup. "Eh, Charlie?"

Charlotte smiled brightly before raising her hand up mimicking her and they did their tea sign.

"... you're joking, right?" Sasha deadpanned. The two in front of her just batted their eyes at her, their smiles only widening.

"You're both horrible people."

Becky burst out in laughter while her tall girlfriend continued to look at her as if she was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. In her eyes, she probably was.

"You're nose crinkle is so cute." Charlotte muttered almost dreamily. Sasha wondered if she had even meant to say it aloud because she looked surprised when Becky laughed even harder and nearly doubled over.

Ugh, why do they have to be so adorable?

"How do you know if Bayley would even come? She's been avoiding me." Sasha asked crossing her arms. She wanted to get back on topic so she could be done with this conversation.

"She already agreed to come." Charlotte replied; Becky was still trying to recover from her laughing fit.

Sasha froze and felt as if her heart had skipped a beat.

"Wait seriously? And she knows I might be there?"

"Mhm."

"...Does that mean she finally wants to talk to me?" Sasha feigned annoyance even though her heart rate had picked up rapidly. Charlotte probably wouldn't notice the sudden wave of anxiety that hit her, but Becky definitely would. She wanted to talk to the brunette, but at the same time she didn't want anyone to know how much all of this was affecting her.

"Well, I mean, maybe, but uh... Well you see we kind of uh..." Charlotte spoke looking around guiltily.

"...You used it, didn't you?" Sasha squinted at her suspiciously, balling her hands into fists. Charlotte pursed her lips in a thin line and looked away, Sasha could practically see the nervous sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Puppy dog pout never fails!" Becky hollered, raising both of her fists up in victory. Looks like she finally was able to catch her breath.

Oh, Bayley... She never stood a chance...

"You both really are horrible people." Sasha mumbled, slowly shaking her head dramatically.

"We did what we had to..." Becky responded with the same tone, dipping her head shamefully, her eyes shut tight in mock grief.

"Jesus, you're both dorks." Charlotte groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Like you're one to talk." Becky looked at the blonde fondly, all mournfulness in her tone gone.

Becky opened her mouth to probably tease her more but Charlotte quickly covered her mouth with one hand and used the other to pull her against her, ignoring the flailing hands and the muffled cries for Sasha to save her.

"Sooo, how about it, Sasha? Will you come? We promise everything will be fine!" She said with a bright smile directed down at her. Normally she'd laugh at such a scene before her but she was starting to find it hard to. She really wasn't sure if things would be okay, and her heart was racing so fast, it was hard to think. She averted her gaze and couldn't find the words to say.

After a moment she looked up and saw that Becky had finally freed herself and she was looking at her with genuine concern.

Fuck. Say something!

"I mean, if you're sure I guess I can come if it means so much to you." Sasha said dismissively. She knew it'd probably get on Charlotte's nerves, but the only way Sasha could think to do in order to cope was to make it seem like she thought she was doing them a favor. "But don't blame me if you get annoyed from our bickering."

Sure enough, she saw Charlotte's face twist into a grimace, but Becky couldn't be fooled. She saw her reach out to give her a comforting squeeze on her shoulder before hesitating when she saw the look on her face. She put her arm back where it was. Good choice, Sasha hated to be coddled when she was in this type of mood.

"Look, we wont actually force ya if you don' wanna come. We jus' figured you two could-"

"No, it's fine! Everything's cool, like you said everything will turn out okay. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Sasha said with a little bit more irritation than she meant to let out. She smiled apologetically at them, hoping they'd understand before she turned and walked away. She felt bad for interrupting Becky like that; it was rude and she was only trying to help, but Sasha was just an asshole sometimes. At least she can admit it. She'd rather them be mad at her than for them to know how nervous she was. Besides, she did want to go. Even though it made her anxious, she really did want to finally talk things out with Bayley. She was never the type to shy away from anything, and this was no exception. She couldn't avoid her forever, Bayley needs to learn that she can't just run or hide from her problems. They'd be out for three days, there's no way she can avoid her for that long.

When they saw each other again they never mentioned her attitude, much to Sasha's relief, and she could go the next couple days leading to the day of the trip without worrying about them being mad at her too. She refused to think about it too much, but she was sure they didn't say anything because Becky probably was able to take a guess, and talked to Charlotte. If this was the case, Sasha hoped they knew better than to bring it up to her. She would deny everything, and probably snap at them. No, she definitely would.

When the day came, and it was time, Sasha was nervous, but ready. She had three bags packed that were so full they were nearly bursting. Perhaps for most it was too much, but not for her. She needed extra pairs of clothes just in case, and even extra just in case those get dirty. They're camping in the woods after all. She also brought basic essentials, of course. Surely she'd find a way to at least bathe... right? She almost brought her hair straightener, but it'd be impossible to use that, wouldn't it...?

... Why did she agree to go camping?

When Becky saw her luggage her eyes went wide and groaned loudly.

"Sash, you serious? What is in those bags? You're worse than Charlotte!" At that Charlotte lightly smacked the back of her head.

"Extra clothes and hygiene is important, Becky." The tall woman said with a squint, defending herself as well as Sasha.

"Ugh, at least Bayley isn't so crazy." Becky shot back at her with an eye roll.

"You say that but every time we go camping you steal my extra clothes."

"... There's no proof of that."

"Sasha, I swear she-"

"I believe you." Sasha interrupted, shaking her head. It did sound like a very Becky thing to do. She could just imagine her falling into mud or something and immediately tearing it off before getting into Charlotte's things.

Sasha was worried for a bit there, but they managed to fit everything in the back of Charlotte's white expedition. Becky looked so excited, seeing her so happy never failed to make Sasha feel better, even if it was just a little. The anxiety quickly came back though when she saw Bayley's form in the vehicle. Charlotte got behind the wheel, which by default always means Becky's in the passenger seat. There was no if, ands, or buts about that.

She opened the door and saw Bayley fiddling with her phone, looking bored. She didn't acknowledge her or look up, her straightened brown hair partially covering her face from view.

Guess she going to ignore me.

It didn't matter, they were going to be out for three days. There will be time to talk. One way or another.

They were driving for over an hour, apparently they were camping in the mountains because currently they were driving next to a sheer cliff, and they were only going higher. Sasha nearly had a panic attack because there was no guard rails or any type of protection, and they were driving pretty close to the edge. Looking at Charlotte though, she didn't seem nervous and was even visibly relaxed. She trusted her, so she really shouldn't worry about it. That doesn't stop her from keeping her gaze away from the window, though she had to admit that even though it scared her, the view was pretty.

Sasha noticed Bayley shift, so she lifted her head to look at her. She was smiling at something on her phone trying not to giggle. Sasha grimaced and tried to discreetly take a peek at what she was looking at. She couldn't read it, but she noticed that she was reading a text from Carmella. Bitterness sprouted throughout her and she immediately turned away from her, trying to hold in her tears of frustration. Despite her better judgement, she looked back out the window. She needed to get her mind off the thoughts invading her mind.

Replaced.