Becky loved when people got along. Which was why her wariness was such a shock to her own system. Dean wasn't a huge cell phone guy. He barely knew how to send a picture over text, but he could work one enough to communicate with people. It was only because of his usual distaste for the thing that Becky noticed how much he had been on it for this particular car ride. She was driving for tonight and keeping her eyes mostly on the road (what could she say, Dean was sexy.)

She'd been dating Dean Ambrose for about nine months now and had loved every minute. He was lovely, treated her right, and supported her when they were at work. It was everything she needed from a man, especially in their kind of work. Dean wasn't out to change her or try to make her into something she's not. He was everything she was looking for and more.

After a couple months, she had come to find the truth behind him asking her out and while she had tried to be angry with Charlotte she just couldn't be. The story was too funny and her friend cared about her so much that Becky had let it go almost immediately after finding out.

Her and Charlotte were still as close as ever, despite being on different brands. They texted each other everyday, and had a couple hours on the phone every week. Becky still missed her like crazy, she had to travel with a boy now and while she loved Dean, and he was quickly becoming her other best friend, sometimes you missed the old way things were done. Dean wasn't a bad car mate, in fact they usually had some pretty humorous conversations, but tonight wasn't such a night.

He hadn't looked up from his phone for about five minutes before Becky brought it up. "Are there naked pictures on there?"

Dean looked up at her and furrowed his brow, "What?"

"I've never seen someone look so hard at their phone that didn't have naked pictures on it."

Dean snorted a little as a laugh. "I didn't know you could do that on these things. Now that I know…"

Becky huffed out a laugh at his joke before trying again, "Alright, spill. Why you on your phone so much tonight? Texting Roman or Seth and they won't shut up?"

Dean laughed, because he always did complain that Seth took too much time to text. He even used those little emoji things that Dean said that gave him the willies. "No, not them. Charlotte is trying to explain to me how she thinks, incorrectly I might add, that the Carolina Panthers are better than the Bengals."

Becky didn't know why, but she felt her heart stop. "You're texting Charlotte?"

Dean nods, "She says hi by the way, and that you should text her when you get to the hotel, she has a long drive ahead of her still and could use you as a distraction."

Becky ignored the second thing. "Since when do you even have Charlotte's number?"

Dean frowned, "Last time I was on RAW for a dark match, I think. We were talking about sports and wrestling and you. So she gave me her number for if I, and I'm quoting here, "Needed to use her best friend knowledge when I inevitably piss you off." He gave her a sheepish look. "Apparently I can be quite vexing."

Becky wasn't in the mood now to address that part. She was still stuck on the fact that her boyfriend was texting her best friend. Normally, she'd be ecstatic at two of her favorite people in the world getting along, but for some reason this was making her uneasy.

She heard his phone buzz again and twitched in her seat. "You guys get along?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I mean for the most part. It's kinda like Seth and me. We're dicks to each other, but it's all in good fun. Like how she likes the god awful Carolina Panthers and I call her Baby Flair to piss her off."

Becky's face twitched into a smile, "Didn't they go to the Super Bowl, or whatever?"

Dean glared, "Oh, take Charlotte's side Ms. 'American Football is dumb'."

Becky laughed; finally able to enjoy this conversation without the anxiety she had been feeling earlier. "I never said that!"

Dean rolls his eyes, "Yeah, but you think it all the time. Charlotte even agrees with me."

And Becky came right back to her anxiety. "I don't know why you two talking is freaking me out…"

Dean frowned, "Is it? I'm sorry, I can stop."

Becky shook her head, "It's just me being dumb, don't worry about it. I'm just glad my two favorite people don't hate each other."

Dean pursed his lips, but said nothing. Then he went back to typing on his phone with renewed vigor.

Becky felt uneasy all the way until she fell into bed at the hotel with Dean wrapped around her.

It had been two weeks of this and Becky was not feeling any better about it. She didn't know why it freaked her out and had been through a ton of possibilities in her brain. She wasn't worried Dean was cheating on her. He wouldn't do that, and Charlotte wouldn't allow that shit to fly with her. It wasn't because she was jealous of Dean getting some time with her best friend, or the other way around. It wasn't because she was scared that she might lose him to Charlotte either, but it felt like they were planning things behind her back and it made her uneasy, but that wasn't even the entire thing.

She knew she had been irritable, and not as happy recently, and Dean had noticed. She was really trying, but it just felt like a huge blow after not having Charlotte around all the time. Maybe Dean and Charlotte talking just reminded her of how she would ride together everyday, eat, work out, share hotel rooms, and do everything in between with her best friend. It was not a fun feeling to recall all of that stuff and know that somewhere out there Charlotte was doing that with someone else. She missed her.

Becky was at Dean's house for their day off. She was just coming back to consciousness from a brilliant night's sleep. Her muscles were aching a bit from their workout in the desert yesterday. She was cold, so she tried to reach over and snuggle closer to Dean, but when her hand trailed over to his side of the bed, the sheets were cold. She opened her eyes and stared at the clock. It was only nine-thirty in the morning. Where could Dean be? She tiredly turned her head to look at his side of the bed, and instead of seeing his sleepy eyes and cute bangs there was a piece of paper on his pillow.

She sat up, leaned against the headboard, and picked up the note. It was from Dean, obviously. It said: "Hey Bex. Enjoy your day, I went out to spend the day in the city. I got my cell phone on me if you need me, but try not to need me. Enjoy your three year and eight month anniversary. Love you, Dean."

She frowned. Her what? Dean and her had only been dating for ten months. She rolled out of bed with the note and walked to the living room. Maybe some breakfast would help this note make sense. If not, then she'd call Dean and get an explanation. She walked to the fridge and opened it tiredly.

"Hey Becky."

Becky glanced over and smiled, "Hey Charlotte." Then she dug the milk out of the fridge and started to get a glass down from the cupboard. She poured the milk into the glass and took a small sip. Then her eyes widened as her brain caught up with her.

"Charlotte!" She whirled around to see her smiling best friend, looking as immaculate as ever. She raced over and wrapped her arms around her friend who eagerly reciprocated. "Oh my God, what are you doing here?"

She chuckled, "Well Dean told me how off you had been, and when you didn't tell me anything was wrong, I got worried. Dean flew me over here to see you. Said he'd make up a reason so he didn't lose any street cred. I'm glad he came up with the idea. I was missing you."

Becky looked up at her friend, "Three year eight month anniversary. That's how long we've been friends. That crafty bastard." She was definitely impressed with him right now.

Charlotte chuckled, "He has his moments. I'm glad you and him are together. He loves you; not as much as me, but still, not bad."

Becky giggled, "God, I can't believe you're here! Why didn't you come to wake me up?" She still hadn't let Charlotte go, and she didn't plan on it anytime soon.

"Well, I didn't want to interrupt your sleep. Dean said you hadn't been sleeping well, and it was still pretty early when I got here. Plus," she wiggled her eyebrows, "I didn't know what state of undress you'd be in from last night."

Becky blushed, "Well, I'm just glad you're here. We get the whole day together?"

Charlotte smiled brightly, "Yep! Dean went off to do whatever it is he does to entertain himself. He's been hogging you way too much, so you and I have the whole day together. I need some Becky time."

Becky grinned as Charlotte chattered on about how they could possibly spend their time together. Becky didn't care. They could just sit around her and talk or watch movies and she'd be okay with that. She just wanted to be near Charlotte right now, and later, she wanted to be near Dean so she could thank him for putting this together.

Maybe it wasn't so bad when your best friend and boyfriend got along.