Charlotte: Becky baby please respond. I can't handle you ignoring me.
Charlotte: I know you're reading these.
Charlotte: And I know you miss me as much as I miss you.
Charlotte: And I know you love me as much as I love you.
Charlotte: Becks...
Charlotte: Becky I'm begging.
Charlotte: Becky, I don't want you...I need you.
Becky looked at her messages, as she got ready for work.
Bayley: How's the Charlotte thing going?
Becky screenshotted Charlotte's last 9 messages and sent them to Bayley.
Bayley: She's persistent, I'll give her that. Good for you for not responding though, I know it's hard. Stay strong.
Becky: Thanks.
Bayley: Becky you don't seem ok.
Becky: Because I'm not.
Becky looked at the clock. '11:28 AM'
Bayley: I think you need to block her number. For her own good.
Becky: Ya really think I can do that? I can't even ignore her messages without crying.
Bayley: Charlotte will be fine, she has Sasha.
Becky stared at a phone for a bit, slowly feeling a fire growing inside her.
Becky: Thanks for fucking reminding me, I had forgotten.
Bayley: Sorry.
Becky's phone started to ring. She read it, 'Calling: Charlotte'. She pressed ignore. It began to ring again and she repeated this painful process two more times.
Becky: She's fucking calling me now.
Bayley: What did she say?
Becky: I hit ignore. 3 times. Bayley I can't do this, I want Charlotte, I miss Charlotte, I need Charlotte.
Bayley: This is just going to end in you getting hurt.
Becky: I'm hurt NOW.
Becky looked back up at the clock. '11:40 AM'. She grabbed her car keys, and walked out of the door.
Charlotte: Answer.
Becky's phone rang again, as she sat down behind the wheel of her car. After the phone finish ringing, Becky finally texted Charlotte back.
Becky: I'm trying to drive to work.
Becky started her car.
Bayley: Becky you deserve so much better.
Becky: I'm going to work, can't talk right now. Bye Bayley. Sorry for cursing at ya earlier.
Charlotte: I'm sorry, have a great day at work Becks. Text me when you get off.
Becky turned her phone off, chucking it in the backseat as she began to drive.
Eventually, she walked into work to see Naomi, cleaning the bar.
"Hey Becky!" Naomi smiled.
Becky chuckled and smiled, blushing at how excited Naomi was to see her.
"Hey Naomi."
"So you're coming to Cameron's party tonight?"
"Yeah, I heard her parties are crazy." Becky said, clocking in and coming behind the bar.
"Yeah, I usually hate them, because I don't drink, so I'm stuck cleaning up the next morning while Cameron's hungover."
"I mean...it's your house too, why don't you just tell her she can't have parties?"
"We make too much money off of them. Tickets are $10, and at least a hundred and fifty people come to all of them so..."
"Wait, wait, wait. Your house can fit a hundred and fifty people in it!?"
"Easily, the most we've had is 300." Naomi shrugged.
"What do you live in? A mansion or something?"
"Yes. My parents own it, but they live in Florence. Mom pays a third of the bills, my father pays a third of the bills, and Cameron and I pay the other third."
"Wow. $10 you say?"
"W-well, I convinced Cameron to let you come for free." Naomi said, nervously. She looked down at the bar in order to avoid eye contact with Becky.
Becky looked at Naomi, and once again chuckled, smiled, and blushed at Naomi's obvious crush on her.
"Aww, thanks! That's really sweet of you!"
"You're welcome."
Becky couldn't stop smiling.
"9:30 right?" Becky asked.
"Yep."
"I'll be there."
Charlotte sat on the gym's flat bench and took a deep breath, before laying down, and starting to lift. After about 50 angry reps, she racked the weight and stood up, moving to the treadmill to complete the final part of her workout.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you supposed to be here?" said a familiar voice.
She turned around to see Kevin Owens, standing by the leg press machine.
"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked.
"It's my day off."
"No I mean what are YOU doing in a gym?"
Kevin chuckled.
"Cute." He said, sitting down on the machine and using it.
"So Sasha's running around managing the hotel by herself?" Charlotte asked.
"Yeah. It must suck."
"And why aren't you helping?"
"I'm sorry Charlotte, I didn't realize that you were hard of hearing. I said it's my day off."
Charlotte rolled her eyes.
"That's not fair to Sasha."
"Just because Bayley is in the Bermuda Triangle sipping some fruity cocktail out of an 80 dollar novelty glass doesn't mean I should take on extra shifts."
Charlotte began jogging on the treadmill.
"How did you even become a manager anyway?"
"Being manager isn't that hard. That's why Bayley and Sasha are managers."
"Fuck off, Kevin."
"I mean, she's not the brightest candle on the menorah, you of all people should know that."
"Definitely smarter than you."
Kevin chuckled.
"You guys make a cute couple. You're gonna adopt some beautiful kids some day."
Kevin smirked a bit at his own smart comment, as Charlotte wondered whether that was intended as an insult or not.
"Watch your fucking mouth, asshole."
"Wow. Does Ric let you cuss like that in HIS house?"
"Does being a smartass make you feel better about yourself?"
Kevin thought for a bit.
"Yeah."
Charlotte rolled her eyes again.
"I answered your question. You're not gonna answer mine?"
"I don't curse at my father."
"Not that question."
"Well which one?"
"Are you supposed to be here? This room is only for people who've had memberships for over a year."
"I've had a membership here for 2 years."
"Really? So have I. That's weird, I've never seen you here."
"I don't know. I never thought I'd see YOUR fat ass in a gym until today."
"Compliment my ass again and I'm gonna tell Sasha."
Charlotte, rolled her eyes again as she stepped off the treadmill.
"See ya around Kevin."
"See ya. If you see Sasha, tell her I didn't say hi."
Becky pulled up to the address she was given and saw the mansion Naomi had told her about. She checked the clock. '8:42 PM'. She shrugged and got out of the car anyway. As soon as she began knocking on the door, Naomi answered it.
"Hey Becky!
"Hey! I swear I've driven past this place a million times, it's so nice!"
"Thanks." Naomi said, leading her to the living room. There were already about 37 people there. Cameron started the music as Naomi and Becky sat on the couch and began talking.
"So Charlotte and Sasha are going out now!?"
"Uh...yeah." Becky frowned, her tone immediately becoming somber.
"Wow, that's crazy! They're so cute together. I didn't even know Charlotte liked girls to be honest."
"I did."
"Well, you're like her best friend so I expected you to know."
"Sasha's her best friend..."
Naomi noticed Becky's tone.
"What's wrong? You seem kinda...weird."
"I just, I have a lot on my mind. Maybe a drink would help." Becky shrugged.
"I didn't even know you drank." Naomi chuckled. Becky sighed.
"Well, I've been sober for three years. It kinda used to be a problem for me."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't then."
"I just need a drink to calm me down. I'll be fine after that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Becky got up from the couch and walked into the ever growing crowd of people.
"Okay, I'll be right here!" Naomi called after her.
Charlotte sat in her bed, doing what she had spent most of her day doing, looking at her phone. She knew that Becky was certainly off by now. She only had a super long shift once a week.
Charlotte: It's 10 O'clock, you're not off yet?
Charlotte: You are going to text me when you get off, right?
Charlotte waited for a response. Suddenly, her phone vibrated.
Sasha: Hey, you haven't texted me all day, you alright?
Charlotte: Yeah, just busy.
Sasha: Okay, I won't be able to see you tomorrow but we can hang out on Monday, okay?
Charlotte: Okay.
Sasha: Goodnight, I love you!
Charlotte looked at the phone for a while, feeling a thousand different emotions at once.
Charlotte: Love you too babe. Goodnight.
She looked over her texts to Becky a little bit more, before she decided to go to bed.
It was around midnight. Becky drunkenly stumbled back to the couch, after dancing with some guy she'd never met before. Naomi hadn't moved in the nearly 3 hours since Becky left.
"Naomi!" Becky said, plopping down next to her.
"Becky, where have you been?"
"Enjoying the party! It's been so much fun. Look, I'm fucking wrecked, I can't drive home, can you take me upstairs so I can go to sleep?" Becky slurred.
"Uh..sure." Naomi said, leading her upstairs. The made it to an old-fashioned looking door.
"Here's the guest room."
"Guest room!? To hell with a guest room, where's YOUR bedroom!?" Becky asked.
Naomi froze for a bit, realizing what was happening.
"Um, you want to see my bedroom?" Naomi said, nervously laughing.
"Something like that." Becky smiled.
Naomi sighed a nervous sigh as she led Becky down the hall to her purple bedroom door. She opened it.
"Alright, good night." Naomi said, starting to walk back down the hall.
"Wait, wait, wait. Not so fast." Becky said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the bedroom.
"What?" Naomi asked, her heart beating extremely fast.
"I've noticed your little crush on me." Becky slurred, closing the door and locking it.
"...goodnight Becky." Naomi said, trying to walk past her.
"Wait!' Becky said, inches away from Naomi's face.
Naomi immediately smelled the alcohol on her breath. It was strong.
"Becky, I really don't think I shou-"
Before Naomi could finish her sentence, Becky began kissing her. Naomi froze at first, before kissing back. Becky pulled Naomi over to the bed.
"Show me how strong that crush is." Becky said, with a wink.
Naomi got on top of her, kissing Becky with every ounce of passion she had in her body, still partially in shock that this was all happening. This continued for about a minute or two before Becky tilted her own head to the right, motioning for Naomi to lower the kiss to her neck area. Naomi obliged, and began sucking and biting on Becky's neck.
"Shit." Becky moaned as Naomi stopped, realizing she had left a hickey.
Becky hadn't realized that Naomi looked visibly uncomfortable, and pulled her back in for another kiss. Naomi pulled out of it.
"W...what's the matter?"
"I can't do this...you're too drunk." Naomi said, standing up.
"What? I...I thought you liked me?"
"I do...I really do. But you're not yourself right now. You wouldn't be doing this if you were sober. I don't want to just be a drunken mistake."
"But Naomi..."
"Trust me, I want you, so bad. But not like this. I'm sorry Becky."
Naomi left her bedroom.
Becky frowned, as she found herself rejected and laying on a bed alone, again. She started to cry as she rolled over onto Naomi's pillow. Soon she fell asleep there.