Becky woke up to an empty bed. Confused at first, Becky soon realized what was happening. Becky hadn't seen Charlotte at all since she kissed her after the workout. Becky kept having these realistic dreams, where she confessed her love to Charlotte and they loved each other. But the truth was, Becky was living in a fantasy land. She only saw Charlotte during any match or segment they had together. Whenever Becky would try talking to Charlotte, she'd either be ignored or told to "fuck off." Becky would then cry herself to sleep and have the sweet dreams she never wanted to let go. After the pictures of Charlotte were leaked, Becky tried reaching out again but only kept getting rejected.
Becky frowned and shook her head. Charlotte wasn't into her and didn't want to be her friend anymore, and Becky needed to respect that.
Becky shuffled into the lobby where they served a continental breakfast to all the guests. Becky was surprised to see Charlotte sitting alone at a table. Becky grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat across from Charlotte.
"Hey, Char." Becky whispered.
Charlotte didn't respond.
"Orange you glad I'm here?" Becky said, holding up her juice.
Charlotte gave Becky an annoyed look. "What do you want?" Charlotte asked, coldly.
Becky, surprised that Charlotte was talking to her, struggled to find words.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Ok, then. Never mind."
Becky dropped her head. "Can we please just talk, Char?"
"No." Charlotte said.
Becky's eyes started to water. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I'm sorry I did that. I just want us to be ok again."
Charlotte looked Becky in the eyes. "That'll never happen."
Charlotte got up from the table and left. Becky feeling the tears coming again, buried her face in her t-shirt and cried.
