*She wants the commitment , I'm in for the fun,

I can't help if she thinks I'm the one.

When her heart goes on her sleeve

That's when I tend to run.

Love's a loaded gun, baby

Loving me is dumb, baby *

Charlotte Flair smiled when she caught herself humming along to Becky Lynch's latest offering. She had busied herself while waiting for Natalya to pick her up and drive them over to the gym. These photo frames were not going to clean themselves, and Charlotte, being the neat-freak she was, loved making sure everything in her house was spotless. She was often ridiculed by her friends for her tendency to wipe down every surface in her house at least twice a day. But cleaning was fun for Charlotte – therapeutic almost. And it was also the best time to listen to her ever expanding playlists.

Charlotte adored rap music. She grew up listening to OutKast, Wu Tang and Diddy. Her parents could never figure out how she got into this sort of music, but they indulged her interest – always buying her the albums and other merchandise that she adorned her childhood room with. These days she mainly listened to Becky Lynch though. The Irish rapper known for her quirky punch lines and mid-tempo flow that was reminiscent of Left-Eye. Charlotte adored TLC, but she might just adore Becky more.

She knew all the Irish woman's songs and lyrics. She never had the time to keep up with the star's life though; being as busy as she was prevented her from spending hours and hours on the internet, looking up videos and interviews of Becky like most fans would. Charlotte was just content with listening to her music. It made her dance, or at least attempt to dance, and it made her laugh. Sometimes Becky would add in a weird pun and Charlotte would find herself chuckling at the random woman who had seemingly turned the rap genre on its head.

"Knock-knock... why the hell do you not lock your doors?", Charlotte's friend Natalya asked, voice raised so she could be heard over the thumping music.

Charlotte quickly shuffled to the stereo, turning the music down somewhat.

"I was ready to leave ten minutes ago. Why are you late?" she asked as she pulled Natalya in for a quick hug.

"I had to go to the bank to sort some stuff out – whatever- let's go. I need to see that hot new instructor again".

Charlotte rolled her eyes and switched off the stereo.

"His name is Seth. And please don't do anything embarrassing. I told you I saw him making out with a big tattooed guy in the parking lot last week". The pair walked out the front door. Charlotte turned the key and checked to see if the door was locked properly.

"God, everyone's gay nowadays!", Natalya said with an exasperated sigh.

Charlotte gave a raspy chuckle. "Watch it, sister".

"Have you thought about getting a ticket?", Charlotte asked on their way back home after a lengthy gym session. Natalya was driving a little too fast for Charlotte's liking, but the 31-year old blonde couldn't really complain since she was yet to get her licence.

"Here's the thing: I don't like her music. I never have and I never will. Maybe... maybe it's good – I don't know, but I'm not going to spend $300 to watch some white girl rap for three hours". Natalya made a left turn.

"Well, she sings sometimes", Charlotte countered weakly.

"You're the one who's been excited about seeing her perform live for months. You should totally go".

"But alone? Sasha's working that night so I literally have no one else I can take with. Unless I take my dad – which would be worse than going alone. I'll look like such a loser". Charlotte wished that Natalya could turn to look at her so she could give in to Charlotte's pout and pleading emerald eyes.

"You are not a loser. Granted, you have weird taste in music... Just go okay! You need a night out".

"Hey Becks, you're on in fifteen. You ready?"

Becky Lynch looked at the tall and broad man in front of her. Why her manager insisted on wearing his sunglasses inside at night she could never understand. It was just one of the many things he did that annoyed her endlessly.

"'Course I'm ready. I've been doing this for years, Mike". Becky was even more agitated than usual.

She was tired. This tour has been excruciating. Every other night she had a show and that meant travelling, that meant twenty states in six weeks on a tour bus full of people she had already grown tired of weeks ago. The worst part was that she still had two months of touring ahead. Two months of her arsehole manager and the rest of her obnoxious and uninteresting roadies.

"Alright, alright. I can see you're a little grumpy..." Mike the manager, known in the music world as The Miz, reached into his dress jacket's inner pocket and revealed a small baggy with white powdery contents.

Becky narrowed her eyes – a sign of pure irritation from the orange haired woman.

"Why don't we turn that negative energy into some good, positive energy? Fresh from Peru, baby". He dangled the little baggy in front of her face.

Becky swatted his hand away. "I don't want that shit! I don't wanna use it and I don't want it near me, got that?"

Mike pulled his hands up in defence. "Just try'na help. There's no need to go crazy. Besides, this is actually for those party bitches of yours. They asked me to hold on to it".

Now Becky was really pissed. Peyton and Billie were definitely going to get reprimanded for this. They were well aware of Becky's aversion to any type of narcotics.

"Get rid of that shit now! And bring me those two fuckin' idiots after the show".

Becky huffed as she watched Miz disappear out of her dressing room. She took a sip of Evian and closed her eyes. She needed to compose herself, get stage-ready. She needed to get rid of this feeling of being trapped in a box that's locked from the outside and the key she has just won't work because whoever locked the box from the outside left the key in the…

"Can I get you anything? Anything that's maybe NOT cocaine?"

Becky turned around and found that her assistant Mandy Rose was still in the dressing room. The short blonde woman had been so quiet that Becky forgotten about her.

Becky gave a weak smile.

"No, I'm alright. I just need a moment to myself if you don't mind". Mandy nodded and made her way out of the dressing room.

"Come on, lass. Get it together. Put on that happy face and go out there". Becky tried to psych herself up, but it had failed miserably. She was just going to have to zombie her way through this show, too.

*When I hit the streets ya'll know it ain't Sesame,

Heard them bitches speak,

I don't know why they testin' me

They wanna see me freak,

I don't know why they stressin' me

Yeah,

I don't know why they stressin' me

Twenty nine years, you still ain't seen the best of me*

The crowd went crazy as the beat slowly faded out. Becky wiped her forehead with the face towel hanging over her shoulder.

"Alright, Miami! How're ya feeling tonight? 'Cos I feel like straight fuckin' fire!"

The crowd cheered as they heard Becky's famous catchphrase. Becky looked over the crowd, about 6000 people she guessed. Her eyes scanned the front row. Mostly teenagers with their cell phones out, making videos.

But amongst those in the front row was an older woman. A woman with brilliantly blonde hair. Becky's focused shifted to the woman. She was tall, toned and the red top with the plunging neckline she was wearing showed off her impressive cleavage. Becky nodded approvingly.

"Alright ya'll... I'd uh, I'd like to do a little something different for ya tonight". Becky turned to her DJ. "Truth, spin a freestyle beat for me, lad". She got the thumbs up from her DJ and a low tempo, West Coast type beat began to blast over the speakers. Becky looked right at the blonde, trying to meet her gaze. She was looking at the stage, but somehow she wasn't really looking directly at Becky.

"This song is uh... it's called... Taller Than Me".

*Look at that girl over there,

The one with the sun in her hair.

Trying real hard not to stare

But I am and I hope she don't care.

Yeah.

From up here she looks taller than me

From up here she looks stronger than me

I just wish she'd look longer at me

Yeah I just wish..

I just wish you'd look over here

Cos I know you'll disappear...*

"You were great out there, Becks"

"Yeah, and that freestyle was so LIT!"

Becky looked at Billie first before she turned to Peyton. She said nothing, just took a sip of water.

"Miz told us you were... a little upset about the whole coke thing and we're so sorry". Billie made the mistake of putting her hand on the Irish woman's shoulder.

Becky had a vice grip on the younger woman's wrist and looked her dead in the eye.

"Pull that shit again and you're both gone. Clear?"

Billie simply nodded. Peyton spoke softly. "Crystal, Becks".

Becky let go of Billie's wrist and followed Mandy to the meet and greet spot.

"God, what a psycho".

"Seems like she's going nuts again".

Peyton put a loving arm around Billie's shoulder.

"And she freakin' hurt my wrist", Billie pouted.

Peyton gently stroked her girlfriend's cheek. "I'll kiss it better for you". Just before Peyton could bring Billie's wrist to her mouth, the two Australian-born girls spotted a tall blonde heading their way. They look at each other first and then folded their arms at exactly the same time.

"I'm so sorry, I think I'm lost" Charlotte said as she approached the two girls.

Billie rolled her eyes. "Clearly you're lost. Unless you're some kind of VVIP, this side is completely off limits". The annoyance was very evident in her tone.

"Well, I was just looking to meet Becky. Uh, Lynch". The blonde gave a cautious smile.

"You're not a weird stalker who's gonna try to kill her or something, right?", Billie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No… just a regular fan", it came out as more of a question than a statement.

Peyton sighed. "Follow us. We'll take you to ol' Becky".

"Maybe this puts us back in her good graces", Billie said to know one in particular.

The two raven-haired women walked ahead of Charlotte, talking about Becky. The blonde gathered that they knew her – maybe they worked for her- but she didn't ask.

"She's probably signing her fifth pair of tits by now", Billie joked.

"She's probably already scanned the needy fangirl section for her next conquest". Peyton giggled at her own comment.

"The one from Atlanta the other night was such a stalker, she asked Becky if she could take a lock of her hair as a fuckin' memento".

"You'd think the hickies she gives are enough of a souvenir".

Charlotte furrowed her brow.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help it. If what these girls were saying was true, Becky Lynch is as much of a douchebag she always claimed on her songs. Somehow Charlotte had always thought it was just an act and that the real Becky was a sweet and caring intellectual who liked... tea or something. The leggy blonde sighed and accepted the new information as the truth. After all, she'd been wrong about people before.

"Can you make this out to 'my wife Lana'?"

Becky gave half a smile. "Sure". She handed the poster back to the blonde woman, who gave her a business card in response.

"If you're ever around these parts again... Give me a call". She winked and disappeared in the crowd.

Becky took a few more photos with fans and gave out a couple of hugs. She even found herself laughing at a rather tipsy fan who said he would have asked her out had she not been 'a gay'.

"Alright folks, Becky loves ya and all, but we gotta hit the road!", Miz said over the bustle of the crowd.

Becky waved at the few fans still there and tried her best not to fake the smile. She put on the hood of her sweatshirt and made her way backstage. Miz was just behind her.

"We have two radio shows tomorrow. One starts at seven, you gotta be there by six-thirty for the soundcheck. Second one's at nine. After that you gotta do the Billboard cover shoot. We have a lunch meeting with the label and then it's Dolph Ziggler's podcast. Dude's been pushing your shit since way back, we owe him".

Becky turned around and stood face to face with Miz.

"Can I just have a few fucking minutes to MYSELF? Is that too much to ask?"

She turned back around and was now faced by three women. Two she had no interest in speaking to and... and the tall blonde from the front row.

"We found her backstage. She wanted to meet you", Peyton said coolly.

"Says she's not a stalker so…" Billie added

"Well Becky loves all her fans but she wants to be alone right now. Maybe next time", Miz suggested.

Becky's eyes still hadn't left the woman. "Becky can speak for herself, you know?"

She shot a vicious look at Miz who read the situation instinctively and then spoke. "Peyton, Billie, why don't we head out to that club Truth was telling us about? Night's still young. Becky's a big girl – she can take care of herself".

The two woman dressed in tight black dresses shrugged and followed Miz. Becky turned to watch the three leave. As soon as she could no longer see them, she turned to the woman.

"I'm sorry about all... that". She waved in the general direction of where Miz and the girls were headed.

Charlotte gave a small smile. "I get it. Everyone wants to be around Becky Lynch". She found it strange when Becky shrugged.

"I don't want just anybody around". She looked down as she said this.

"I'm sorry... If this is a bad time I'll just leave... Although I'll have no idea where to go" Charlotte trailed off as she looked around .

"What's your name?"

Charlotte's breath hitched in her throat. For the first time it felt like Becky was actually speaking her and only her.

"Charlotte. Charlotte Flair".

Becky smiled. "Flair? That's quite a last name. So does that mean that if I do it with ya, I'm doing it with flair?" She chuckled at her own joke.

"I guess", Charlotte's smile was bright, but she still had a look of unease on her face.

"Well Charlotte Flair, I'm sure you know me. So would you like a photo or are we just gonna stand here in this hallway all night?", the orange haired woman asked playfully.

"I guess we could take a selfie, if you insist". Charlotte took out her phone and opened the camera app. Becky moved closer and put her hand around the taller woman's waist. Charlotte could feel her body tingling under the touch. Becky smelled like an odd combination of sweat and citrus. The height difference made it possible for Charlotte to see the top of Becky's head. She had taken her hood off and Charlotte had to stop herself from touching Becky's fiery orange-scented mane.

"Put your arm around me neck, I don't bite – unless of course you're into that sorta thing". She winked at the awestruck Charlotte.

The blonde woman slowly snaked her arm around Becky. She took the picture quickly and pulled herself away from the other woman's body.

"Thank you... This will definitely improve my Insta game", Charlotte noted and saved the picture.

"Glad to know I'm good for something" Becky joked. She moved closer to Charlotte again, this time placing her hand tenderly on the other woman's waist, her fingertips gently trailing along Charlotte's exposed skin.

"Do you want to hang out for a little while? We could get some food and just talk. You'll do most of the talking though, because I love the sound of your voice".

Charlotte gulped down the lump in her throat. Was Becky Lynch actually making a pass at her?

"I have work tomorrow and... I don't think – you're... and I'm..."

"It's just pizza and a conversation – I swear". Becky removed her hand from the other woman's hip. "I won't try anything". She placed emphasis on the final word and gave an earnest smile.

"So you don't wanna sleep with me so you can keep the whole 'fuck a fangirl' streak alive?" Charlotte questioned. She crossed her arms, all of a sudden becoming incredibly defensive. She had heard those two dark-haired girls talk about Becky and her escapades. She refused to be a notch in someone's belt. Even if that someone was Becky Lynch.

Becky sighed and shook her head in the negative. "I made up a song about you three hours ago. I kept looking at you throughout the entire show. You were the only one who actually listened. No taking videos or live-streaming the shit online".

Charlotte's gaze softened. She had turned down many people before and she had given chances to so many garbage people who just ended up either wasting her time or breaking her heart. But this was different... or it felt different at least. Her eyes were fixed on Becky's mouth as the shorter woman continued.

"When I walked into the meet and greet hall and I didn't see you... I thought I'd never see the tall, blonde woman in the front row ever again. And that would have been a damn shame 'cos my God – look at you".

The Irish woman stepped back and rested her head against the wall. She stood with hands in her pockets, waiting on a response from Charlotte.

The blonde studied Becky closely.

The orange haired woman had pulled the hoodie closer to her face and bit down at her lower lip. Her eyes darted up and down, taking in all of Charlotte. She didn't look like a heartless, sex-mad predator. She looked, right at that moment, like a lovable little nymph with her eyebrows arched closely together and her hands buried deep inside the pockets of her oversized hoodie.

"Two hours, that's all you get".

Becky didn't even try to hide the huge grin on her face. She grabbed Charlotte's hand and started leading her down the hallway.

Never in a million years did Charlotte ever think she would be sitting on a park bench, splitting a pizza with one of the biggest rappers in the world. And yet she was, but it didn't feel that way – Becky was just like any regular person. She had to wear a snapback and black hoodie everywhere she went, but she was just like everybody else. She fell in line at the pizzeria and waited until it was her turn. She made small talk with the cashier and left a tip in the jar for the young woman.

"I used to work at a pizzeria, I know the struggle", she explained to Charlotte as they left the establishment and started looking for a place to sit and eat.

"When did you realize you were good at rapping?", Charlotte asked in between bites.

Becky pulled a pensive face.

"I was seven. My school had this talent show thing". She laughed at the memory. "I couldn't really sing or dance. I just remember writing down jokes and puns and stuff... I was gonna be a stand-up comedian. The night finally came and I was so nervous – like 'throw-up in the sink nervous'. I just remember going up there, on stage , and I started rapping Good Vibrations by Marky-Mark and The Funky Bunch".

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh as she pictured what a seven year old Becky would look like on a little stage, rapping.

"Did you win?"

Becky held up three fingers. "Third place, but I was robbed".

Charlotte gave a pout, but found herself laughing along with the Dublin native.

"I gotta ask, what's it like being famous?" Charlotte asked as the laughter subdued.

Becky thought for a moment before she said "Who cares about that? Enough about me, let's talk about you, Ms Flair". She tucked a loose strand of her orange hair behind her and gave sweet smile.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the obvious charm offensive. "Actually, it's doctor Flair". She smiled triumphantly when she saw the shocked look on Becky's face.

"I knew you were smart, cos you agreed to go on this...meeting with me, but I did NOT think I'd be sharing a salami pizza with a doctor". She wiped her greasy fingers with one of the red and white checker napkins.

"I actually just finished med school and I work at the Miami Children's hospital".

Becky clasped her hands together as if she was about to pray. "Dear Lord, she's a saint!" she said up to the night sky. Charlotte had to giggle at that.

"Yeah, I love kids so becoming a paediatrician was one of the easiest decisions I've ever had to make". Charlotte also grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands. "It's not easy operating on a little baby girl who's barely a year old and having her life in your hands, but... When you get to go in the waiting room and tell a mother her child is gonna be okay – It's the best feeling in the world".

"Wow, that's incredible. Really." Becky held her hand up in a salute. "The country thanks you for your service".

"My God, I'm not a veteran. Don't salute me!". Charlotte chuckled at the Irish woman's silliness. Something about Becky just made her feel so warm inside. Like she could take the walls she'd been putting the last few years.

"Okay well, if the country won't thank ya, I will. You're amazing, Charlotte".

Before Charlotte could say anything in return, Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise started playing. Becky checked her back pocket for her phone.

"Crap, it's Mandy. I am so sorry, but I gotta take this". She answered the phone before Charlotte could respond.

"What's wrong now? Uh-huh. Riiight. Fuck, okay. Yes. Yes I'll be there in an hour".

Becky kicked at the ground and let out an unsettling growl.

"Do you have to go?", Charlotte asked, trying her best to sound casual.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. They can't function without me". She offered an apologetic smile. "Can I take you home?"

"Is that your sneaky way of finding out where I live?" Charlotte asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course", Becky grinned.

The car ride was quiet. Becky opted to play some , his older stuff. She smiled when she heard Charlotte hum along.

"You sure love your rap, don't you doctor?".

"I find it soothing".

Becky nodded as if she understood. Maybe she did.

"Make a left here", Charlotte instructed. She leaned back into the off-white leather seats of the P1. Of course Becky Lynch had a freaking obnoxious supercar.

"Don't leave any marks, it's a rental", Becky said with a wide grin on her face.

Charlotte sat up straight immediately. "I'm sorry, I didn't know".

Becky gave a hearty chuckle. "I'm messing with ya. Would I do this with a rental?". She swerved the car dangerously along the quiet suburban street. The tyres screeched and this seemed to have woken up every dog in the neighbourhood.

"Oh my God, are you freakin' CRAZY?!", Charlotte yelled. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, trying to calm herself.

"I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to frighten ya". Becky put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder.

"Both hands on the steering wheel!". Becky immediately pulled away. From the corner of her eye she could see Charlotte had a little smile on her face.

"I really am sorry, Charlotte".

"Yeah, yeah. Turn right, Stig".

Becky smiled at the reference and followed Charlotte's instructions. After a few minutes Becky spoke. Softly, as if not to startle the blonde.

"What would you do if I just kept on driving off with you?"

Charlotte looked to the woman on her left with a little concern. "You wouldn't really do that, would you?".

"Well... It depends on whether or not you'd like it"

"Would I like being kidnapped? No."

Becky grinned. "I thought you liked me".

"Your music yes, but I'm not IN LOVE with you".

Becky ignored the stinging sensation in her chest.

"You know you will be by the time I drop you off, right?"

Charlotte just gave a throaty chuckle and shook her head.

"And we've reached our destination", Charlotte said and turned to Becky.

"Looks that way". The orange haired woman turned in her seat, rested her head on her two fists and looked at her travel companion.

"I had an interesting time with you", Charlotte clenched her jaw after saying this. She was being honest, it WAS quite an interesting night.

"Did you fall in love?", Becky asked in a mock sensual sounding voice.

A snort-chuckle was Charlotte's response. "Not even a little bit".

"That stung", Becky lamented as she put her right hand on her chest.

There were a few more seconds of silence, with just Power Trip playing softly in the background.

"I'm leaving tomorrow... I won't be back in Miami for two months". Becky tried to gage Charlotte's reaction. She sighed internally when she saw that the blonde's face remained indifferent.

"Always on the road. I hope you enjoy it though", was all Charlotte could say. She opened the door and got out of the McLaren. Becky got out, too.

"I could walk you to your front door, you know, like a real gentleman", Becky managed to joke even though she had an eerie feeling in her heart.

"I know the way", Charlotte said with an eye roll. "...plus, this way you can check out my ass better".

"You're incredibly kind", Becky joked. She watched as Charlotte made her way up the pathway.

"Hey Charlotte, I hate seeing you go but I love watching you leave!", the Irish woman called out.

"Just drive safe!", Charlotte said in reply , turning to face Becky.

Becky could feel her heart begin to flutter. How could something as simple as a 'drive safe' make her feel all this warmth inside? Maybe because no one's ever said that to her? Maybe it was because everything this woman did made Becky fall in love with her.

"I will... I promise!".