I am posting this fic for my friend Amanda, so if you have any questions or comments please email them to her at : break_the_walls_down@hotmail.com
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Seeing the light
Amy sat in Stephanie's locker room, they had broken up. She and Matt had talked about this long before it had happened; even when they broke up they were going to stay friends. But now, now that it had happened, she didn't think they could stay friends.
The fan we're, probably, sadder about it then she and Matt, but it hadn't been Matt and Lita and it had happened.
She hadn't cried and wasn't planning to. Crying never solved anything, but she did move all her things from the 'Team Extreme' dressing room.
That's where Stephanie came in. Even since Amy had helped her screw her brother and his Alliance, they had become best friends. So, Steph had let Amy stay with her the second she had heard about the break up.
Right now, Amy didn't know where Stephanie had gone to, but was grateful for the silence. That, unfortunately, didn't last long, that door flu opened and in walked Chris Jericho.
"I'm going to kill him." Were that first words out of her friend's mouth as he paced the room. Amy laughed a little, silently, at the concern buried in her friend's voice.
"No need, I think Jeff is already." She informed him.
"As long as someone is." Jericho told her, finally taking a look around.
"Where am I?" He asked her.
"Stephanie's locker room." Amy told him, watching his face change from concern for her to utter disgusted.
"Damn." Was all he said and all he had time to say because Stephanie chooses that moment to walk in.
"Jericho." She sneered at him.
"Princess." He said, sneering back.
Amy jumped up, placing herself in between her two friends.
"Guys, please, just be nice to each other. Please." She begged them.
"Fine." Stephanie said, agreeing.
"Only for you." Jericho agreed.
"Thank you." Amy said, smiling, she had won.
"I need to get to the match. See you two, alive, when I get back." With that Amy left the dressing room and headed to the ring with the Hardy's, as her alter-ego Lita.
Inside the dressing room the two enemies stood, uncomfortably.
"Think she'll be OK?" Stephanie asked him quietly.
"She's strong." Was his answer.
Nodding her head, she moved to the couch.
"You're welcome to sit." She told him.
Just as he was going to sit the door busted opened.
"You little bitch." Shane yelled, grabbing his little sister, by her shoulders, and shaking her.
