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Adam sat in his hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door that told him Amy was there. He looked at the picture frame he had set up and frowned at it. There were three pictures in it. One was of him and Will. One was him with Amy and his new title belt. The third was of him and Matt, in a bar, getting drunk. Like friends do. He shook his head at it and laid it down. Better to betray a friend when you can't see him.
With the knock, he opened the door and let in the red-headed girl in front of him. "Hey, Ames."
She smiled flirtily and sat on the bed. "Hey Adam." She patted the bed next to her.
Ignoring the slight guilt gnawing at his stomach, Adam sat next to her with a big smile. He pressed his lips to hers, first lightly, and then more deeply. He let his hand slide to her waist, and before he knew it, the two were locked together passionately.
Matt looked at the phone in front of him, waiting for it to ring. Amy was supposed to call that night. His injury kept him at home, much to the displeasure of both him and his brother. Jeff ended up taking care of him while Amy was on the road. But the girl was supposed to call, and knowing how late it was, he was beginning to doubt she would.
Looking down at his leg, he shook his head in disgust. It was a stupid injury, and he couldn't stand it. He laid his head back on the arm of the couch again and drifted to sleep, realizing that the call probably wouldn't come.
Adam woke to a red-head lying next to him. He smiled at her, pushing a lock of hair out of her face before he got up to shower. Might as well let her sleep. He looked at her phone for a moment, saw a missed call, and sighed. Matt had called. She apparently hadn't told him yet. But he knew that. He just had to deal with it.
With the water running hot, Adam stepped into the shower, thinking despite his vow not to. It wasn't his fault. He was just the one she was cheating with. Not like he had specifically gone to her and said, "Hey, Amy, fuck me while Matt's injured!" She had come to him, upset, and asked for it herself. He'd just given in.
Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his soaked hair. That was no excuse. He was sleeping with his best friend's girl. And right under his nose, at that. While he was injured. And couldn't do anything about it.
Adam smiled when the shower door opened and Amy stepped in. She wrapped her arms around him immediately, stepping under the spray from the shower, and then backed away to have her own shower. She looked up at him for a few moments as her hair got wet. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
He shook his head, kissing her on the top of the head. "Nothing. Just... you gotta tell him."
She nodded. "I know. And I will. Tonight."
He eyed her for a moment, then let the subject go. At least it would all be over soon.
Matt threw the phone at the wall. She'd told him over the phone. The phone. From his hotel room. How fair is that?
Jeff came in the room, surprise etched into his features. "Matt?"
The brunette growled before speaking. "She was fuckin' him the whole time. And he's supposed to be my best friend!"
The other man nodded in understanding and sat on the armchair next to the couch. He was silent, letting Matt rant.
"The whole fuckin' time, Jeff! Because I wasn't a champ! What in the hell is that? And he knew! He knew the whole fuckin' time that she didn't fuckin' tell me! Why?" Fury was evident on his features. No sorrow, nothing else but fury.
Jeff sighed. "I don't know, Matt. But maybe it's better that she told you now. What woulda happened if you weren't about to be back there?"
The other man shook his head. "I don't know, Jeff. But when I get back there, Adam's got a solid ass kickin' comin' his way."
Arms crossed over his chest, Adam stared at the ground. He almost felt bad that Matt knew. Almost. It was better for him to know, though. Better than sneaking around.
The blond man looked out at the parking lot. It was the day Matt was supposed to come back, and it was time to face him again. When the man in question arrived, he just walked right past Adam. No acknowledgement of his presence was made.
Maybe things were better that way.
Stumbling backstage after his match, Adam found himself getting shocked stares from the men in the locker room. They'd never seen Matt so angry. He shook his head, starting toward the showers to clean himself up. There was no reason to stay now that he'd lost.
Matt had brushed him off earlier so that he could kick his ass later on that night with the full fury of the past few weeks pent up. Adam hadn't expected him to be so... ready.
Looking around, he didn't see Matt anywhere. He hadn't been in the locker room and he wasn't in the shower area. At least there was no chance for a round two. Cleaning up, Adam headed back to the hotel, checking down the hall to make sure the other man wasn't around anywhere. He heard a thud like a bureau being kicked, and saw Jeff slip into a room quietly, but other than that, it was clear. Heading back to his own room, the blond set his things down and glanced at himself in the mirror.
He didn't like what he was seeing. But at least he wasn't lying anymore. Now Matt knew the truth. Even if it was killing him.
And there's another little one-shot. This one's sort of supposed to be like Adam's point of view on the Amy fiasco. Adam is Edge, Amy is Lita, in case you didn't already know that. Like all other one-shots I do, this can be made longer if requested. Reviews wanted! Thanks for reading!