There was already a video of me, going viral, slapping Jungle Boy across the face. Of course I regret it, cause he's one of the nicest people ever, but hey, it helped get more hype for their match tonight.

Wardlow and I weren't at ringside. Or at least I wouldn't be.

I just watched the monitor, and the match was pretty entertaining. With Wardlow being a creepy weirdo guy and just stalking Jungle Boy.

I looked away for two minutes, texting Harmonee, who is now becoming my best friend, I look back, seeing the match off screen, then Max and Michael walking towards me. I told them I missed the end, but a congrats, and we started walking towards their locker room.

"Hey Mike, I gotta to Y/N about that thing, ya know, from Monday."

He looked at Max like he was stupid, "That means get out." "tHaT mEanS gEt oUT." Micheal mocked , before walking away.

"Monday?" I asked. "Okay, I'm tired of your pathetic single shit." "Hey!" "It's true. And I'm tired of Michael's pathetic single bullshit."

I already knew where this was going, he did it sophomore year.

"Not a double date." "Yes a double date."

"Whyyyy!!" "Because." "Gee thanks for the reason, Maxwell."

"Come on just imagine it, You and Michael, Me and Harmonee, a double wedding." "He's 8 years older than us."

"Y/NNNNNN." He said, dragging out the last part of my name.

"Oh my fuck- FINE!"

Two days later

I had a photo shoot before the date, but I had Harmonee with me, so I begged them to take a photo with her and thankfully we got one. I posted that one on Instagram, with the singular ones on my story.

It's true, roles should be reversed.

We packed up and got in Harmonee's car, back to her apartment to get ready. "So Y/N, you ready?" "Yeah. It should be exciting." "Who knows, maybe Mike will be the love of your life."

"Did Max tell you to say that?" I said, suspicious. "Yup."

I rolled my eyes, he is so dead.

"And I'm gonna make sure you get at least one moment alone."

Well that's gonna suck. I want Maxwell, not Mike. But unfortunately I can't have what I want, so I have to get over it. Plus it can't be THAT HARD.

"How do I even dress anyways?" "He said, and I quote, 'Fancy Casual'." "The fuck? You're dating an idiot." "You're best friends with the same idiot." She laughed, and making me die of laughter.

We got out the car and into her house, to get ready.

I looked at myself in the mirror, then realized I looked weird, then snatched off the hat. I heard a gasp behind me, "Oh my gosh Y/N you look amazing!!" I heard Harmonee say, "Why thank you bestie, right back at you."

"Okay. Now for some advice. You and Michael already know a bit about each other, so just, ya know, be cool. You're already good at that." Oh god you gotta tell her now. Just fucking do it already.

"Harmonee-" Just then we heard a knock on the door. Fuck.

I stood behind her, while she answered the door, too late to back out now. Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh what now?!

I snapped out of my thoughts to see Mike standing in front of me, smiling. And looking as casual as I've ever seen him, of course I've only known him for a few months, but hey- every time I DO see him, he's either in ring gear, a suit or in his workout garb. I mean, I'm not complaining. Totally not complaining.

"Well, you look, great." He said, sounding somewhat shy. He's shy? I'm the one who should be shy, even though I (probably) don't like him.

"So...can Harmonee and I know where we're going now?" I asked the two men. They pretended to zip their lips while Harmonee and I groaned.

They ushered us out to the car and we were off to the destination. Now I'll admit, I've visited Max's town way too many times. More than I can count. But can I guess where we're going? No way.

The whole car ride was filled with karaoke, jokes and us being plain silly. As you can guess, we were in the car for a while. But the car ride ended, as we were soon parked in front of a really retro, yet cool looking roller skating rink.

Harmonee and I squealed, got out the car and ran inside. It was beautiful. The funky carpet pattern. Disco balls. Flashing lights. All the cool decor. I was actually happy they brought us here. They finally walked through the door, and we dragged them to the skate rental.

It was probably a new record for me to get on the skates and lace them up. I waited for Mike, anxiously. But he stood up, much taller than he was on sneakers, before I dragged him on the floor. Not before almost falling multiple times. "Race ya around twice!" I told him. I quickly skated away, pretending like he wasn't gaining, but I already completed my first lap. I was almost halfway through my second lap, when some rotten, pot smoking, long haired mutt teenager tripped me. I looked up and saw him and his friends snickering. I tried to get up and forget it happened, even though it hurt, like hell.

But not without Max and Micheal going up and confronting the three dudes. "The hell man?" "You think that's funny?" "You wanna do something else?" Harmonee and I came up and dragged them away, and thankfully some employees dragged out those teens. I went over to a table to sit down, looking down at my now ripped jeans and skinned knees. It didn't hurt too bad anymore, but it burned.

I felt like I ruined the date, but Mike came up to me with ice packs and a slushie. "It's not a magic healing potion, but Blue Raspberry is the next best thing." I laughed, I grabbed hold of one of the ice packs and the slushie, holding the ice pack on my right knee, while Mike held the other one on my left while I drank the slushie.

"Indeed, blue raspberry and a date who can defend you from rotten teens." He chuckled, "Y/N...you're adorable." I looked up at him, and for a moment, someone other than Maxwell was on my mind. I smiled and turned away, "You're...not too bad yourself." I looked up at the other couple. To see Harmonee talking to somebody, not a deep conversation. And Maxwell, staring at us, looking sad, like he lost something, or someone.

I mouthed the words "Are you okay." So he texted me in response, "Nothings wrong, just don't want this night to end." He's lying. I'll figure it out later. That is, if I ever even want to stop talking to Mike.

He's way better than what he seems like on TV, he smiles, talks, opens up, and is honestly someone I can imagine being with.

After the date

We were dropped back off at Harmonee's apartment, Harmonee and Max having their usual long ass goodbye. While Micheal and I just stood there, awkwardly, not because we had nothing to say about each other, but because we had a million things we wanted to say. "Well uh, I guess I'll see you later." He said, while I groaned, went inside, grabbed a stool, ran back out, climbed up the step stool, just to give him a peck on the lips, "See you later."

Harmonee and Mike said their goodbyes and went in the directions they needed to. "Thank you for this." He just nodded in response. "And Max?" "Hm?"

"Don't fall in love with me." I said. "Nope, totally...will not." He said, before walking away.

3rd person POV

Maxwell walked towards the elevator Micheal already went down. Good, a moment for him to be alone with his thoughts. But as soon as he reached it and the door closed, he slammed his back against it and slid to the floor. Thoughts racing his mind. Then he sighed, "Too late, Y/N. If only I could tell you," He looked at the group photo they took, then a recent photo of them backstage after a segment on AEW, "If only I could tell you I'm already in love with you.