Charlotte couldn't believe how painful this was. Not physically, but watching Becky and Dean obviously pine for one another was mental torture in the highest degree. When she said obvious, she meant to everyone except the two people it concerned. Seth would shoot her looks across the dinner table that were as hilarious as they were exactly what she had been thinking herself.

Dean and Becky had met not long after she, Sasha, and Becky had debuted on the main roster. There had been an instant connection that Charlotte did not see at first. Their characters were somewhat similar, but Becky was outgoing, loud, and sometimes overly excitable. Dean was a loner, introvert, and soft spoken unless he was in front of the cameras. But Charlotte came to see how well they balanced each other out, and how passionate they were about those they were close to. They were a good-looking pair, and fit to each other like puzzle pieces.

At first, Charlotte's best friend instincts had kicked in. She thought Dean was trying to just hook up with her friend. Which was fine, they were both adults, but Charlotte had seen the looks Becky had been throwing him for those couple of months and it wasn't just physical attraction from her end. So she'd pressed Becky a little more and gotten the obvious answer that her friend had a full on crush on the Lunatic Fringe. Charlotte had then watched Dean closely to see if he was playing any other girls, and she paid extra close attention when he was with Becky.

She didn't see any malicious intent from him towards her younger friend. In fact, she didn't see any intent at all. This made her pause. Becky could be just as devastated if the object of her affections was just being friendly. But Charlotte saw something that made her almost positive Dean returned her orange haired friend's feelings. Whenever he would touch her, and Becky was a very tactile person, there would be a momentary pause in his movements like he was forcing himself to move at that speed, or to keep it casual. Then, when she had cornered Seth, she had simply asked the man who confirmed she was correct. Dean did, in fact, like Becky. Seth had been just as worried for his best friend as she was for hers.

That talk with Seth had been long and very revealing of the kind of man Dean Ambrose was behind all the soft-spoken sarcasm and swagger. Dean didn't usually go after many girls, and certainly wouldn't lead any on. He used the sarcasm and swagger to cover any real feelings, like most men, and this was from being hurt in the past by abandonment and disappointments in everything from parental figures to ex-girlfriends. Charlotte definitely left with a much better understanding and like for Dean Ambrose than when she arrived.

The problem became just watching them like each other with the other having absolutely no idea. She had witnessed so many times that it was just the two of them and they'd seem so close to something, but they would stop themselves thinking that the other could not share their feelings. She had many talks with Seth about talking to Dean, but Seth raised his hands. He told her that Dean was very shy with this stuff, and that no matter what he said to him, he wouldn't make a move unless he was sure Becky would be into it, not wanting to lose such a close friendship because he couldn't keep his feelings to himself.

Which brought Charlotte to her current position. She was watching them once again in gorilla. Dean was smiling at Becky, not that half smirk he did, but fully showing his teeth in the smile. Charlotte was almost ashamed to have Becky as a best friend. Dean was so obvious that it was disgusting. He didn't look at anyone else like that. And Becky didn't notice that? Then she saw Becky giggle at something Dean said, then tuck a piece of fiery orange hair behind her ear. Dean was no better, that's like flirting rule number one. Charlotte was actually feeling her annoyance reaching boiling point. This was ridiculous.

She watched Becky and Dean part ways and decided she'd follow Dean and end this now, before they made every single person in the locker room die of anticipation. Seth had joked that he'd start a betting pool, because they weren't the only two to notice these interactions. Charlotte hoped that Seth hadn't done that, because Dean would hurt him for it. Becky would kill him, but she digressed.

She watched Dean enter an empty hallway and knew this was her chance. "Ambrose!"

He stopped and turned. He waited for her to jog closer before raising an eyebrow, "Hey, Baby Flair. What's up?"

She glared at him, for the nickname he always called her as well for her annoyance at the situation she was currently focusing on. "You are going to listen to me very closely."

His eyebrows both shot up, "What'd I do-?"

"Shut up. You've been absolutely painful to watch for these last few months. Ask Becky out tonight, or I swear to God I'll do it myself."

He immediately blushed, "I have no idea-"

"Yes you do! Good God, she likes you too. Has for the entire time you've known her, but she thinks you don't like her that way. That's why it took me and Seth talking to figure out you both had the same feelings."

"Seth told you?" He said, outraged.

"That's what you took from that!?"

He looked sheepish, "She really likes me back?"

"Yes, Christ. She makes it so obvious, and you do too. The only two who don't notice are you two, and it's been driving me mad. Now, ask her out tonight before I track you back down and kick you in the nads."

He looked shocked, "Since when are you so violent?"

Charlotte reached out and grabbed his ear and pinched. He tensed up and cried out, "Yes, I'll ask her, I promise!"

Charlotte let go of his ear and he rubbed it like a pouting child. She nodded, "Good. She will say yes, I promise."

She turned on her heel and walked back down the hallway to catch the end of the match that was out there.

Later that night she was with Becky talking about the matches that night and getting ready to leave. She looked at her watch and was wondering if Dean had chickened out, but before she could think on it too long she saw him swaggering up to them, his confident mask on. A complete one eighty from the bashful boy with a crush an hour before. He gave them both a smile, and Charlotte prepared for him to ask to speak to Becky alone, but he surprised her.

"Hey, Becky, you have a day off on Thursday right?"

Becky frowned, "Yeah, why?"

Dean shrugged, "I was wondering if you'd like to go get dinner together. I still remember a couple cool places in Orlando if you wanna do it in your neck of the woods."

Becky was blushing. Charlotte was going to kill Dean for being so vague. Becky will probably think this is a friendship dinner. "That sounds really nice. What should I wear?"

Dean gave her a small cheeky smile. "Whatever you usually wear on first dates." He winked at her before nodding to Charlotte and sauntering off. Okay, that was slightly impressive. But Charlotte knew how bashful and nervous he was on the inside that it took some of the mystique off his confident little quips. She looked at Becky grinning huge for her friend's benefit.

Becky was blushing, but smiling shyly down at the floor. She finally met Charlotte's eyes and beamed. "He asked me out!"

Charlotte threw an arm around her friend. "Guess he finally came to his senses!"

Becky places her head on Charlotte's shoulder, "You are gonna help me pick out what to wear right?"

Charlotte scoffed, "Absolutely. What else are friends for?"

Becky gave her a grateful smile before looking back the way that Dean had disappeared to. "I didn't expect him to be that forward and confident about it. I'm a little impressed."

Charlotte tried not to let too much sarcasm drip into her tone when she replied. "Yeah, he's a real killer."