Coincidental ( Finn and Becky )

Out and about (Chapter 9)

Becky's POV:

,,No, no, NO", Becky screamed on the inside. ,,I need to stop them, this can't be happening." She looked over at her close friend, who obviously wasn't feeling any better about the situation, trying to convince him to do something. But both were stuck in a spot and couldn't do anything but watch, like everyone else was. ,,Well, no stopping this now", she whimpered.

The next minutes were absolute torture to a specific duo of Irish wrestlers who wanted nothing more than to simply melt into the ground. The scene was set from the start, with a gaggle of wasted 30 year old-ish wrestlers all piling into a living room. After a short while of Sami keeling over and spilling the contents of his liver into a dust bin, it was time to play the game.

The first few rounds were innocent enough, with most participants choosing truth, which revealed some interesting facts. For example, while being asked by Ashley which wrestler she would rather sleep with if she was single, Leah (who was being eyed by Bill) whispered that it was a toss up between, of course, Cass and Neville. This comment earned cat calls on the tape and made a certain Englishman tremble with fear as Cass leaned over him menacingly.

After about 5 more minutes of nonsense, Becky knew what was about to come. ,,I remember this", she thought. ,,This is the exact moment when..."

,,Ey Becky, whaddaya say?", a very drunk Enzo was asking. ,,Truth or dare?"

An equally tipsy female voice responded. ,,I chooose...", she drew out, scratching her head. ,,Dare, that's what I'm doing."

,,Oh shouldn't have said that" came the reply. Finn and Becky both reflexively closed there eyes, as they knew that about fifty pairs of eyes would be staring at them shortly.

Back on the video: ,,I see you witcha little boyfriend, mister independent wrestling all cuddled up by your side, I think you should return the favor. I know, how about you give him a nice little one on one dance, Ireland style, just like they do in any 'classy gentleman's establishment' ".

Becky could feel the gazes on her skin, digging into it. ,,Please, oh please let it be tame" Becky prayed, peeping through her fingers back at the screen. She looked over at her friend, his hands together over his mouth and looking like a man who was in his own personal hell. ,,Well", Becky thought, mustering up the only humor left to her. ,,At least I'm not the only one suffering."

The drunkards on tape were able to set up a chair and close the drapes remarkably quickly, compared to how absolutely boozed up they all were.

,,Wait", Bayley suggested just before Finn took a seat. ,,For the final touch..." She then proceded to plug her phone into a portable speaker (which took her a few attempts) and engaged the most beautiful of all love songs, 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye.

There were many 'woo's' from the viewers in attendance and so, in a state of shock, Becky watched the dance.

For Becky, it was like seeing her reputation collapse in real time. With every drunk swing of the hips, she felt even more miserable, which seemed impossible to her. She couldn't look around the room, not at anyone else no, her eyes were glued to the recording from hell.

And the worst was yet to come. After what felt like an eternity of torture, just as the smallest glimmer of hope appeared, that it would all be over soon, the voice of a drunk Sami could be heard. It sounded echoey and distant, but clear as day at the same time.

,,Hey", the wasted Canadian suggested. ,,You two lovebirds should kiss."

And that was that. In the few moments, time felt like it was slowing down, nearly to a halt. Becky herself could not think of anything, but watch her past self slowly close in on her best friends face. Closer. Closer. Millimeters apart. She couldn't stand it. She had to leave.

Finn's POV:

For the whole duration of the dance, Finn didn't look at it once. ,,Why should I ?", he thought. ,,It's all flooding back anyway. Her eyes, her hips, the smell of her hair. As if it just happened."

But instead of reviewing it in 3rd person, he looked at the girl who had suffered through this with him. He tried to read her face, but the only thing he saw was pure and utter despair.

And while there former selves were passionately making out in front of everyone, just before he was about to reach out and touch her, simply to show her support, that she was not in this alone, she stood up and escaped.

,,Where is she going?", he wondered, now panicking more than he ever had in his life. ,,Dear God, she's going to do something horribly wrong if I don't help her."

And so, in a flash, he was also out the door. He didn't care about his friends asking him what he was doing, it didn't matter to him how many people he pushed over while running after her.

As she ran outside through a large loading bay, he followed, hot on her heels, into the pouring rain. He had almost lost sight of her, when suddenly he saw a streak of orange hair darting towards a nearby taxi provided by the WWE.

He quickly tried to attract her attention, aching with every fiber of his being for her not to leave him.

,,Rebecca!", he screamed. ,,Don't leave, we need to talk."

She stopped, moments before entering the cab. She then slowly, shakily lifted her head. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Her makeup was rolling in long, black tears down her face and her hair was stuck to it and into every possible direction.

,,Go, Fergal", she weeped over the road, through the pouring rain. ,,Everyone thinks I'm a slut anyway, what good is talking now."

,,That's complete bullshit", Finn screamed back, his tears now mixing with the rainwater. ,,Your blowing this massively out of proportion. We can fix everything, we'll talk, we'll explain, we can..."

,,Go home, Fergal", she said more quietly. ,,I need to be alone."

,,No, it's okay", he said exasperated, not believing the words he was saying as they passed his lips. ,,We'll push through, it'll be..."

,,I SAID GO HOME!", she lashed out, now openly crying. ,,There's nothing we can do." And with that hopeless sentence, she entered the cab and drove off.

Finn was in a state of shock. He hurried after, screaming, begging for her to return, but to no resolve.

He then stopped running after the taxi, all hope now gone, and fell to his knees in tears.

Then, with his will completely destroyed for the first time in his life, he followed her words.

And went home.

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Author's note:

Woo, that took a while. As always, if you liked this chapter, please comment, vote , share this story and follow, it would be a pleasure.

I hope I'll be able to update a bit more often, but I'm not making any promises.

And so, see you in the next part.