Author: pandora1017
Rating: R
Content: Language, sexual situations, and a little slash
Characters:
Adam = Adam Copeland = Edge
Jay = Jason Reso = Christian
Amy = Amy Dumas = Lita
Matt = Matt Hardy
Jeff = Jeff Hardy
Scott = Scott Levy = Raven
Chris = Chris Irvine = Chris Jericho
Rob = Rob Van Dam = Rob [I don't know how to spell his real last name...]
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I don't know what it was about her that made it so I could hardly take my eyes off her.
Ok, so maybe I did.
It was actually a combination of lots of things. It was the way she always had a smile for everyone. The way she could crack a joke about anything, just like one of the guys. The way she could light up a room by just being there.
It was the way she knew what clothes fit her just right to show off her best features - and if they didn't, the way she tailored them herself to make them do so. It was the innate sense of style. It was the way that her dark red hair fell perfectly, no matter how she wore it. It was the cute locks she had dyed brighter red underneath her hair.
It was her inner strength, how she could look so sweet and gentle that you wanted to hold her to protect her from the world, but you still knew that she could kick your ass any day of the week.
It was also the distinct face, the high cheekbones, the perfect eyebrows, the sweet hazel eyes...
I could go on.
But I couldn't do anything but look on as she stretched out for her match tonight. She was my best friend's girl.
I shuddered and hung my head. It was the way she made me quote Rick Springfield.
"You ok, Adam?"
I looked up suddenly and found the object of my longing watching me, concerned. I tensed involuntarily. "What?"
"Are you ok? You look kind of down."
I couldn't help but smile at her concern, and she returned the favor with one of her precious smiles. "No, I'm ok, Amy, I just got a bad song stuck in my head."
She laughed. "Oh, god, I hate when that happens! Actually, right now, I have your old theme song stuck in my head."
I grinned back. "I'm sorry."
"Should be," she answered, punching my shoulder playfully. I played hurt, just like every guy does when a cute girl hits him, and she smiled again. "Hey, heard any good jokes lately?"
I shrugged, trying to think of something. "Yeah, actually, I got one."
"Oh yeah?" She turned and hopped up to sit on the tech box I'd been watching her from, next to me. "Let's hear it."
If it was possible for me to tense more, I did. But I tried to not show it. "So this pirate walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, 'Buddy, you know you got a steering wheel hanging from your fly?' And the pirate answers, 'Argh, I know! It's driving me nuts!'"
She laughed again. Her laugh was just a little too loud, which made it even cuter. I grinned. I'd been meaning to tell her that one for a while. After a second, we fell into a silence.
"So, where's Matt?"
"What?" Amy asked quickly, as if she'd heard the question perfectly.
"Isn't your guys' match soon?"
She looked away, sighing. "Yeah. We had a fight."
I hesitated long enough to repress the urge to put my arm around her to comfort her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Amy. I didn't know. Do you want to talk -"
"No."
I nodded, surprised at her abruptness. "Ok, but if you ever need to..."
"Sure." She looked up with a forced smile. "Thanks, Adam."
At this, Matt showed up. He noticed Amy and I right away, and looked away, quickly, looking hurt. Amy looked up to me and shrugged. "See you later."
With that, she jumped off the box and went over to Matt, but not to close. Usually, those two were inseperable, but now it looked like there was about five feet of space between them. If Matt moved closer, Amy moved away to compensate. And vice versa. Wow, this was not good. I watched, curious. News usually travels pretty quickly around here, and I was surprised I hadn't heard about this yet. Suddenly, I realized how awkward this situation really was. They were supposed to go out and act like a couple, but the wouldn't even come within five feet of each other back here? We would find out now, I thought, as Matt's music hit and the two ducked through the curtain. After a minute, Scott Levy came over to wait for his music. The raven's caw sounded and he went through the curtain as well. I watched this silently, my mind still on Amy and Matt.
"Hey, Adam!"
I looked up again, down the hall. My childhood best friend, Jay Reso, came down the hall, freshly showered from his match and changed back into street clothes, like myself. I'd been waiting for him to get ready to go so we could get a hotel for the night. I answered him somberly when he came closer. "Hey, Jay. What's up?"
"You sound pretty happy tonight," Jay answered with a grin.
I shrugged. "Eh, I'm ok. What are you up to?"
"Looking for Jeff."
"Typical."
Jay shrugged, conceding. "He didn't have a match tonight, so he's just waiting for Matt and Amy. We're waiting to see what that's going to be like. He's been playing mediator for the day."
I raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"
"You haven't heard?"
"Amy mentioned some fight in passing..."
"Amy?!" Jay asked, surprised. "You're on her side?"
"Her side? I'm on no one's side. I haven't heard anything."
"Anythin' 'bout what?" a soft voice drawled. Jay and I looked up as Jeff Hardy came up behind Jay, wrapping his arms around Jay's waist. "Hey, baby."
"Hey, Jeff, I was looking for you."
"Ah found ya," Jeff smirked. Jay grinned and turned partially to give him a quick kiss.
I figured I should be more pissed that my best friend had ditched me for a scrawny farmboy with rainbow colored hair, but I couldn't really bring myself to it because they were so damn cute together. No, seriously, I'd never seen Jay this happy in my life and it made me happy to see him this happy. If only they weren't so sugar sweet every once in a while. It was especially brutal because I hadn't been in a decent relationship in years that I had to watch this almost daily.
"So what don'tcha know anythin' 'bout?" Jeff repeated, leaning over to rest his chin on Jay's shoulder.
"Amy and Matt." Jay answered for me.
"Y'don't?" Jeff asked, letting go of Jay and looking at me, surprised. "Aw, man, Ah thought everyone knew by now!"
"Knew what?!" I asked, starting to get frustrated.
Jay and Jeff exchanged glances before Jeff sighed and answered. "Amy cheated on Matt."
I stuttered for a bit, not able to form words. Then, finally, "Sh.. sh.. she.. she what?"
"Sh'slept with another man." Jeff repeated more bluntly.
"Which one?"
"Scott."
There were many Scotts. "Scott...?"
Jeff and Jay silently turned and pointed to the monitor across the room. My jaw dropped. "Raven?"
I jumped off the tech box and went for a closer look at the monitor with Jeff and Jay following me. "This must be torture."
Jay sighed. "You can't really ask the office to change a match for that reason."
I watched as Scott irish-whipped Matt into a corner and dove for a splash, which he scored on. I didn't know Scott very well, but he seemed to be acting normal. Matt, on the other hand, just looked listless. He looked like a machine out there, just going through the motions. It was obvious his head wasn't in the match. I couldn't stand to watch it, so I turned back to Jeff and Jay. Jeff was leaning over, his hands on his knees, watching, and Jay was resting his arms on Jeff's shoulders. They never quit.
"Ah don't see how he can do this..."
"The poor guy."
"It's a good thin' that he doesn't win, so he doesn't have t'celebrate with Amy. That might be too much f' him."
I stood there in silence. I didn't know what to say. How could Amy do that? I thought she was so... I hesitated. I still liked her. Even after hearing what she had done, I couldn't get her out of my head. I should be thinking of Matt right now, but all I could think of was Amy. I hung my head again and went back to the tech box. Jeff was engrossed with the match, but Jay saw me and followed.
"You ok, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."
Jay's jaw dropped as it dawned on him. Even though he was with Jeff, he was still my best friend. He could read me like a book. "You still -"
I cut him off with a sharp look and he stopped. Luckily, he realized that might not be the best thing to say around Jeff just yet. "You want to go back to the hotel? I can meet up with Jeff later..."
"Ah think it might be a good idea f' y't'talk t'him, Adam," Jeff interrupted suddenly, coming back over to us. "You're one of his best friends. He could use that right now."
I looked up at Jeff. I wasn't so sure that was a good idea. The look that Jay was giving me showed that he was thinking the same thing as me. I sighed.
"Yeah, I suppose I should talk to him."
"Are you sure?" Jay asked.
I nodded. "It might help."
"Well, Ah don't want t'be around when Matt an' Amy get back here. I've had enough of that f' a while." He shrugged and arched a brow to Jay, holding out his hand. "Y'comin'?"
Jay took his hand and squeezed it shortly then shook his head. "I'll catch up with you in a bit, kid, I need to talk to Adam for a minute."
"Sure. Catch y'two later."
Jay and I waved as Jeff headed off. Before either of us could say anything, Raven's music hit again. I guess the match was over. As we couldn't talk over the music very well, we just waited. When Scott came back, he noticed us. Jay cast him a dirty look, but he walked away with out reacting. When he was out of earshot, Jay turned back to me.
"Are you sure you want to talk to him? In your... condition?"
"You make it sound like a disease."
"With her..."
"Hey!" I stopped short when I found myself defending her. "Shit, I don't know. But I do think I should be there for Matt. I can control it, I swear."
"Whatever, man, I'm just -"
I cut him off with quick hand gesture. Amy and Matt were coming through the curtain right now. I looked up and tried to make eye contact with Matt, but he was busy examining the floor. As soon as the two were past the curtain, they immediately went opposite directions. Matt took off to the left quickly. Amy, however, took only a few steps to the right, then stopped when Matt turned a corner. I looked up at her, curiously, and she just smiled, then kept walking.
"Adam..." Jay drew out my name warningly.
"I didn't do anything, man."
Jay sighed. "You're going to talk to Matt?"
"Yeah. I'm going to let him take a shower, then..."
"Good luck. Find me when you're done so we can go find a hotel."
"Will do."
I watched Jay walked away, then dropped my head into my hands again. Why did things have to be so complicated?
