There's Always a Plan B | Sesha Ballins WWE Fanfic

Chapter 9 - RAW Live, San Francisco

I'm gently shaken to consciousness by Seth as the flight has landed.

'Wake up, Sasha,' he says, his hand still on my shoulder. My eyes slowly open to find Seth smiling down at me. There's a bright light coming from the open window beside me - in fact, the whole aircraft is bright and the people who were fast asleep 6 hours ago are now all awake. Something in me wishes I could just go back last night, when it was dark and everyone was asleep and I had butterflies in my stomach. I wish I hadn't fallen asleep so fast.

Carmella uses the gap between the seats to look back at me. 'Heeeey!' She looks very awake. Next Cass looks over from the top of his seat.
'We got a picture of you sleeping,' he says, to which Carmella bursts into laughter and flicks through her phone. I start to feel uncomfortable.
'There!' Carmella holds up a picture of me leaning back in my seat, my long pink hair all over the place and my mouth slightly hanging open. Thank God they didn't catch me sleeping on Seth's shoulder. Thank God I wasn't drooling.
'Oh my God,' I laugh, not really bothered. I've had a hundred mugshots taken of me by fans. This one isn't really going to affect my life.

Seth's busy talking to the lady next to us. I think she's recognised Seth.
'Oh, I knew I'd just seen you somewhere!' she says, smiling to the corners of her face. 'My son is just such a big fan, so...'
This woman manages to get about 20 selfies with Seth, and he signs a napkin for her son. He turns around to me with a huge grin.
'My, my,' I tease, packing up my backpack. 'You certainly are popular with the ladies.'
He laughs. 'You think I'm popular? You should see Dean. He gets stopped by ladies who don't even know what WWE is.'
This is crazy true. No lady can deny that Dean Ambrose is hot.

As we get down the flight, Seth starts to talk to Cass whilst me and Carmella trail along behind them. I drop a text to Mikaze saying I've landed and realise that Charlotte has texted me.

Charlotte: Hey, can't wait to see you at RAW tonight
Charlotte: I'm sticking around you, by the way. I bet Nia will ask me out again tonight.
Charlotte: Do I just tell her I don't like her like that? HELP x

I don't notice this, but Carmella is looking over at my phone. 'Whoa.'
I look beside me and her face is covered in shock. I sigh, realising I can't keep anything from her.
'Yeah, I know, it's crazy.'
'Nia likes Charlotte?'
'You absolutely cannot and mustn't tell anyone.'
Carmella does that whole ziplock thing with her mouth. 'My lips are sealed.' I don't really want to talk about it, but Carmella brings it up again two seconds later. She's like that.

'So how long has she liked Charlotte for?'
'I dunno. A long time.'
'So Nia's lesbian?'
'Perhaps. Or bisexual.'
'She could be loads of things,' begins Carmella. 'She could be trans, or pansexual.'
'Whoa, slow down Mella,' I say, laughing. 'Think. Has she dated any men recently?'
'Nope. And I've known her for a long time.'
'So our best guess is that she's lesbian.'
I don't know why I'm trying to guess Nia's sexuality.

We pick up our baggage and hail a taxi to take us to the hotel. Whilst we're driving, we observe the beautiful city of San Francisco in all its' sunny glory. As we leave the airport, there are parks and shopping places and residential areas, but then as we reach the city we find skyscrapers and bridges and the arena that we're performing in tonight. The hotel is a bit of a drive from here.
'Whoa,' says Carmella. 'Look at this place!'
'You gotta love San Francisco,' adds Cass.
This time Seth has taken the passenger seat by the driver, whilst Cass and Carmella are canoodling in the back. I feel like a third wheel again next to the window, but Seth occasionally makes faces at me through the wing mirrors.
'Stop that,' I say to him, laughing.