Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anyone except Shay and Amy. WWE owns most of them or at least part of their souls. As you can tell this is old with Hardy still at WWE. I wrote it as a gift for a friend for sending in college applications. I have a very dirty mind…and wanted to challenge myself as well. The next and last story in the story is a lot cleaner…probably even a T rating for whenever I post it.

It was few months after Amy had quit her cat house sitting gig because she decided fucking the boss was better than the extra coffee money. Plus, being the gentleman he was, Bourne always paid, even if she tried to smack her afterwards. She was still watching the house of her babies, and spent even more time at his house than she did before hand. It was better than could ever image, and made her almost believe in all that fairytale bullshit.

Amy was even happier than usual that day. Bourne had surprised her going behind her back and flew her bestie from NJ down for a week for needed catching up. He noticed how she never shut up about her friend, and how everything thing reminded Amy of her, so he took it into his own hands to make it happen. And of course they planned it for when a super show was taking place in Tampa, so there was the bonus bribery (which Shay didn't need) of meeting some of his co-workers.

Amy pulled her car into the arena parking lot flashing her badge and a smile to the guard on duty. Matt had been traveling for house shows, so this was the first time she'd see him in about a week. The girls had had lunch, and Shay ended up giving Amy a tour of random places in the Tampa area instead of the other way around. Shay living in Florida for school a few years before had given her a better idea of her way around, then her directionally challenged friend who was currently living there.

"Oh my god, did I tell you what happened a few weeks ago?" Amy asked searching for a spot far away from Randy's bus.

"I'm sure you did, but what happened?"

"So I spent the night at Hubby's house,"

"Like every other day…"

"yea….i do spend more time over there…but the cats need me. But anyway, it was like noon-ish. I was making coffee and feeding the cats. The door bell rings, and I was so not awake enough to remember I was only wearing one of his button down shirts, so I go check. I open the door, and the bitch was at the door."

"Really his ex? She had the balls to show up after everything she did?"

"Yea I know right? So I'm standing there and one of the cats starts hissing from the living room couch. She looks at my outfit and her jaw drops. I acted all polite and asked her if there was anything I could do for her. She stuttered, and then said she was there to see Matt and all. Told her he was in the shower, but she could wait if she wanted, shocking the hell of her. She then made some jackass comment how she guessed she was right. I stared that bitch straight in the eye, and let her know that after she broke his heart, he needed to learn how he deserved to be treated and loved, and I was happy to do that for him. She then just turned and stomped back to her car. I called out I'd let him know she stopped by, and she gets in the car, speeds out of the driveway, and almost hit a fire hydrant. It was amazing."

"I know you texted me that. But god that's amazing. Wish I could've seen it live." The girls got out of the car and started to headed inside. Amy introduced her to anyone she had passed who she knew, shocking the hell out of Shay. Shy hubby had taught Amy how to speak, or maybe the week she traveled with him (while feeling terrible for leaving the cats) had helped build her confidence. Shay figured Bourne was probably one of those guys always complimenting Amy, even if she probably ignored him, but maybe it had started to sink in a little. They made their way down a hallway and Amy seemed to know where she was going…so he taught her directions too, shay laughed to herself. Sadly Shay had yet to see the few men she was really looking forward to seeing yet.