"It's not gonna work like that." Charlotte sighed, into the phone. She was talking to Paige, and had her on speaker.
"Why won't it?"
"Because they legitimately hate each other." Charlotte said, walking into the living room and sitting down.
"That's good."
"Can you not be sarcastic for 5 seconds?"
"I'm being serious, hate and love aren't that different." Paige said.
"...they're opposites."
"The opposite of hate is indifference."
"Since when are you philosophical?"
Paige laughed a bit.
"You feel strongly about Sasha and Becky right? You care a lot about them and everything they do affects you, right?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Sasha cares a lot about Becky, everything she does bothers her, sounds pretty similar to me."
"That's a cute idea, but it doesn't apply to real life."
"All I'm saying is, they care about each other. A lot. And they think about each other. A lot. That's a good start for a relationship."
Charlotte heard a knock at the door.
"Sasha's here, I'll call you later."
"Just get them drunk and get them to fuck each other."
"Okay THAT sounds more like the Paige I know." Charlotte laughed.
"Bye." Paige laughed, before hanging up, as Charlotte opened the door.
"Hey, babe."
"Hi." Sasha said, with a bit of a smirk, as she walked through the doorway.
"You never called me when you got home."
"I was mad. Sorry."
"About what?"
"Work is just really busy and... can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Charlotte said, sitting down on the couch. Sasha remained standing.
"Do you and Becky talk about me? And be honest, because I already know the answer."
"...what do you mean talk about you?"
"Like... in any way. Negatively, positively."
"Definitely positive."
"ALWAYS positive?"
"Well... I'm sure you realize Becky doesn't like you."
"That doesn't answer my question." Sasha said, crossing her arms.
"What are you asking specifically?"
"Do you and Becky talk about me?"
"Yes."
"What do the conversations consist of?"
"I don't know." Charlotte shrugged.
"You don't know what you say when you talk about me?"
"I'm so confused right now."
"There's nothing confusing about what I'm asking you."
"What did I do wrong?"
Sasha tilted her head.
"I never said you did anything, why do you have a guilty conscience?"
"Because yesterday you were mad at me and today you're interrogating me?"
"Interrogating? I asked two questions and you only answered one."
Charlotte sighed.
"What's your second question again?"
"What do you and Becky say when you talk about me?" Sasha asked, trying to remain calm.
"Uh... she says you're always antagonistic to her no matter how hard she tries to be nice to you, and I tell her that you're just possessive over me, as you should be."
"Do YOU say anything negatively about me?"
"Why would I?"
"You've never said anything negative about me to Becky?"
"...no?"
"You know I can tell when you're lying, right? Cause I remember all the times you lied to me before."
"What did I say negatively about you?"
"You tell me."
Charlotte looked even more confused.
"I don't know what's going on right now, Sasha."
"Stop that fake confused look, just tell me what you say about me."
"What are y-"
"Can you just tell me the truth for once? Why do you keep looking me in the eyes and lying to me?"
Charlotte sighed, defeated.
"What did Becky tell you?"
There was a bit of silence.
"Umm... Becky didn't tell me anything." Sasha lied.
"Then why are you so adamant about me talking about you behind your back?"
"Because I know you do it, and you just admitted it!"
"No I didn't."
"You just asked 'What did Becky tell you?' What is there for her to tell me?"
Charlotte sighed again.
"Sometimes I just..."
Charlotte trailed off, and they sat in silence a bit longer.
"Just what?" Sasha asked, impatiently.
"Becky is always feeling insecure and she always says she feels like I love you more, and I have to reassure her somehow, so I tell her things I like about her more than I like about you."
"What do you like about her more?"
"That's not important, baby." Charlotte said, grabbing her hand.
"It's important enough for you to hide it from me."
"How about I tell you what I like about you more than about Becky?"
Sasha rolled her eyes.
"Go ahead."
"Well, your confidence and dominance turns me on. Becky's kind of a pushover, you won't hesitate to put me in my place when you need to, and I like that." Charlotte admitted.
"What else?"
"You're perfect. You're beautiful, your body is amazing, you're hardworking, funny, and even though you have this little cool persona, you're a big dorky teddy bear on the inside."
"Dorky?" Sasha asked, a bit offended.
"You made me watch an entire season of that Japanese cartoon show and read along with subtitles the entire time."
Sasha smirked a bit, before remembering the point of asking Charlotte in the first place.
"And what do you like about Becky more?"
Charlotte sighed.
"You're just gonna get mad."
"Promise I won't."
"Promise?" Charlotte asked, nervously.
"I'm not going to get mad babe, I just want to know."
"... I guess uh... the sex."
"You like having sex with Becky more than having sex with me?"
"It's great with both of you, it really is... but I do have a little more fun with Bex."
"Why?"
"I don't know... she's really unselfish in bed I guess, it seems like the only thing she cares about is me having a great time."
"I'm selfish in bed?"
"I didn't say that." Charlotte said, grabbing Sasha's hand again.
"What do I do wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Just tell me."
"There's nothing you do wrong, she just... I don't know how to describe it, we just have really good chemistry when it comes to that."
"Probably because she's submissive to you and we both like to be more dominant." Sasha shrugged, doing a great job at hiding how upset she was.
"That's not necessarily a bad thing. Like I said, every now and then I need to be put in my place."
"I just wanna better understand this Becky thing, cause when I first heard you were cheating on me, I was disappointed that it was with her more than anything."
"What do you mean?"
"I would've been pissed either way, but I really have no clue what you see in Becky sexually. Like she's not... nevermind."
Charlotte looked as Sasha, confused, but strangely feeling a sense of understanding of what Sasha was implying.
"It's not just sexual with Becky."
"Then what else do you like more about her?"
"I don't like this conversation."
"Why?"
"I want you two to get along. This is counterproductive."
"I guess." Sasha shrugged.
"I want to go to dinner with you both of you tomorrow night. It's Becky's day though, so I'll have to see how she feels about that." Charlotte said, nervously.
Sasha felt her blood boiling at the thought of seeing Becky in person after yesterday.
"Well let me know, I work the early shift tomorrow so I should be free."
"I thought you'd say no."
"No, I actually can't wait to see Becky again."
"Why?"
Sasha said nothing, turning on the television.
Charlotte looked at Sasha a bit suspiciously.
"Sasha?"
"What's up?" Sasha asked, with a smile.
"...nevermind."
Oasis was unusually empty, as Becky and Naomi were behind the bar, cleaning.
"Any reason you're rushing to get out of here?" Becky asked with a laugh.
"I have a date tonight." Naomi smiled.
"Aww, have fun!"
"Thanks. I'm just waiting on Carmella to come in so I can clock out and Nattie to come pick me up."
"Carmella should be here by now... wait... waiting who to come pick you up?"
"Nattie. Blonde girl?"
Becky's eyes got huge.
"Y-you're... you're going on a date with Natalya?"
"Yeah."
Just then they noticed Carmella and Natalya walking in. Natalya smiled knowingly at Becky, Becky glared a bit back.
"Naomi, can you come to the bathroom with me?" Becky muttered.
"Uh... yes?" Naomi said, confused, following her.
"Hey!" Natalya exclaimed, hugging Naomi, as Becky walked past her, refusing to acknowledge her.
"I'll be right back." Naomi said, following Becky.
"What's going on?" Naomi asked, entering the bathroom.
"Natalya is just using you."
"...what?"
Becky sighed.
"Natalya has a thing for me, and she's just using you to get closer to me, or bother me, or... or something, I don't know what she's up to yet exactly, but it's not good."
Naomi looked at Becky for a little while.
"Or maybe Nattie just likes me?"
"She doesn't... I'm sorry Naomi, but she's using you."
"I thought you would be happy for me."
"I was! Until I found out it was Nattie! I'm just trying to help you!"
"Thanks, but no thanks." Naomi said, trying to leave.
"Naomi, I'm serious! Why else would I be doing this!?"
Naomi was silent for a second, opening the bathroom door, before closing it and turning around to face Becky.
"Maybe because it's nice having me wrapped around your finger so you can run to me after this whole Charlotte thing doesn't work out?"
Becky's jaw dropped.
"You really think that's what this is about?"
"That's what it seems like." Naomi shrugged.
"You know what? Fine. Go ahead, get your heart broken, I don't care."
"Why would I expect YOU of all people to care about me being heartbroken."
Becky glared at Naomi a bit, beginning to tear up, before storming out of the bathroom.
"Becky? What's wrong?" Carmella asked, as Becky returned to the bar.
Becky said nothing, as Naomi and Natalya left the bar, holding hands.
Carmella rolled her eyes, teasingly.
"It's always something with you."
"I guess so." Becky said, with a very bitter tone.
"Are you and Naomi mad at each other or something?"
"Let's hypothetically say someone had a crush on me."
Carmella raised her eyebrows.
"...okay."
"And I told them I didn't feel the same way."
"Mmhmm."
"Then they date someone else, but that person is bad for them, and I try to warn them about that person, but they won't believe me. What advice would you give me?"
"Why won't they believe you?"
"Let's say they think that I don't want them falling for someone else other than me."
"Is that true?"
"...I just want the best for Naomi, if she was dating like... you or somebody I wouldn't care."
"Wait, so Naomi had a crush on you?" Carmella asked.
"I-... I didn't mean Naomi... I meant... this person that hypothetically is perfect for me, and has had a crush on me for a while and I rejected them because I'm in love with Charlotte, and now I just feel like..."
Carmella hugged Becky, noticing that she was starting to tear up.
"It's okay, Becky. If you're right about Natalya, eventually Naomi will realize that."
"I'm a terrible person."
"No you aren't, Becky."
"I ruined Sasha's relationship, I almost ended Sasha and Bayley's friendship, I broke Naomi's heart, and now she's about to get heartbroken again by Natalya and it's all my fault."
"It takes two to cheat, Becky, it wasn't just you." Carmella said, hugging her even closer.
"But still."
"How did you almost ruin Sasha and Bayley's friendship?"
"I told Bayley not to tell Sasha, then Sasha found out she knew the whole time."
"That's was Bayley's own decision not to tell Sasha, just like it's Naomi's own decision not to believe you about Nattie. People make mistakes, Becky. Don't be so hard on yourself."
Becky sighed.
"Thanks." she said, as a couple walked into the bar, waiting to be served.