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A/N: Hey everyone. I had so much fun writing my last set of Matt and Amy stories, I wanted to give it another shot. These are going to be a bunch of Matt and Amy (Lita) one-shots to some of Lonestar's greatest hits. Not sure how many there will be, but I'm just gonna estimate ten or so. The first one is by the song "Tequila Talkin" and I think it came out pretty well. I like it alot. Other than that, don't be afraid to review and alert, I love hearing all you have to say. :) Enjoy!

I called about that conversation
That I had with you last night
It must have been a combination
Of shooters and neon lights
And I didn't really mean to say
I've been losing it since you left
Yeah, I may have said the words
But they came from somewhere else

My fingers stretched over my cell phone pad, nervously waiting for my brain to give the okay of dialing – the thing I was dreading most. My eyes were staring at my fingers, wondering why I was suddenly so afraid of a woman I was with for so many tears, someone I considered a best friend of mine at one time. The person I would marry…

Click, click, click.

It began to ring as I trembled, the night before still heavy on my mind, as well as the hangover that came with it. I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life, some in past, some that will be in the future, and of course the ones I was regretting right then – the present. I could still see her face, twisted in confusion, unsure how I got there and why I was there.

Moments passed, the ringing getting longer and more antagonizing by the second. Would she answer? I didn't blame her if she decided otherwise. I'm an asshole. What I did last night was inexcusable.

"—Hello?" I was shocked to hear her pick up – so surprised that I dropped the phone and like those strange, weird moments – watched it fall slowly to the ground before it nearly shattered into a million pieces, bringing me back to the night before as it did.

-

A glass shattered around me. Little shards fell between every nook at the club, bringing the attention of all those dancing to me. I was already drunk when I entered, making me downright smashed at my third drink – waiting for her and him to arrive. They would definitely come to his favorite bar – I had remembered from the past as friends – since they had a weekend off from the job.

"Yo, man, can you watch it?" the bartender snapped, snapping a towel at me. "Those aren't cheap."

I shrugged away, not really caring as my drunk eyes searched for her. Every little detail I could remember ached through my head, the tattoo on her shoulder, the little glimmer of excitement in her eye. Where were they? I knew they had to be there—

"Adam," her voice said, laughing as he swung her around on the dance floor, several looking on. "God, I don't dance."

Adam Copeland gave her a slightly sleazy smile and if I hadn't have been drunk, I definitely would have realized he was drunk too. "Everyone dances," Adam said back with a smile, leaning in to kiss her. The image made me sick and angry. Suddenly I felt like one of those abused pit bulls ready to strike at whoever passes.

So I did.

I ran forward before either of them to could see me. Except, being drunk, I sort of stumbled into Adam's back. Amy hadn't seen me in a few weeks – she hadn't been over since getting her bags and things – like expected and I guess what I had become was a shock to her.

Eyes narrowed, she asked, "What are you doing here, Matt?" There was a slight difference in her voice though; it wasn't honestly all worried. A little bit of worry was caked inside, pure wonder perhaps too at how rundown I looked. My days consisted of getting up, going to some fast food place to eat, getting some alcohol in my system, and calling up one of my old ex's for a little nighttime fun.

It was just the tequila talking
When I told you I'm still not over you
I get a little sentimental
When I've had one or two
And that tear in my eye was the salt and the lime
Not the memory of you walking
If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talking

"I need to talk to you!" I said over the loud dancing music, trying to work my arms around hers, which was sort of hard to do while Adam glared from behind her.

"Go away, Hardy," he snapped, pushing me back while Amy stared at me.

I shoved him back, ignoring the gaze in his eye. I didn't care that everyone was staring anymore, if Adam was right there. I let the word vomit loose. "I miss you, Ames! I need you… just look at me… I can't live like this anymore. I'm not over you."

Adam snickered while Amy just stared at me. "You're… drunk," she answered quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. I shrugged, my eyes getting teary – which was shocking.

"Amy, let's get out of here. He's obviously smashed. C'mon."

She didn't move, but the more I think about it, it seemed to be out of concern. "I can't just leave him here drunk," she said to Adam, like I wasn't even there.

"I still love you," I pleaded, grabbing her arm. She shrugged it off, looking at me with sad eyes. They began to walk away, Amy looking back at me with such a confused sadness that killed me even more right then. "Amy!" I yelled.

I don't know what they put in Cuervo
That got me to say those things
Usually I wouldn't care so much
Or make such a scene
But seeing you there in that dress you were wearing
Just drove me right out of my head
So don't hold me responsible
For anything I might have said

Something jutted me forward, making me follow them out to the parking lot. I wished I would have just let it go then, making I wouldn't have looked as desperate and pathetic as I began to look.

"Amy, I just… hear me out!"

"Hardy, go get a fuckin' life," Adam growled, coming up to me, Amy protectively behind him. "She's not coming back to you." He gave me a devious smile. "She's found something better."

Looking past Adam, I pleaded once more, "He's not good for you, Amy! I know him better than you do! He's not telling you the truth!"

"I need to go," she said softly, linking her hand with Adam's, his smile obviously proud. I couldn't help but stare at her as she faded into the night with him, wondering what had happened and how my life turned into that.

-

In the present, I couldn't believe how stupid I acted. What made me think going to a club and acting like a moron would get her back with me? I was crazy, I was just… crazy in love?

"Hello?" she asked again, her voice a little more demanding.

My lips were like sandpaper, my tongue like a force to keep my mouth from moving – to keep me from stating my case.

Suddenly, she snapped, "Matt, I know it's you. I have caller ID. What do you want?" Ice was all over her tone, very bit of it telling me to go away, not to call her ever again.

"I just… I just wanted to say I was sorry," I muttered, "for last night, you know? I wasn't thinking, I was drunk. It wasn't me… it was the alcohol."

Uncertainly seemed to float through the phone. "Okay."

"Just okay?" I asked quietly.

Amy sighed on the other line. "Look, Matt. You can say it all you want, but it wasn't the alcohol last night. It made you more honest, sure, but it wasn't the alcohol."

"It was," I demanded.

She sighed once more. "No, it wasn't. And Matt… you need to… get over me that is. Because no amount of pleading is going to get me back with you… it's over."

She hung up before I could even respond. My heart felt stung, the words that were so cold and heartless left there to burn like hell on earth. Somehow I wished what I had said to her seconds ago was true. I wished it was just the alcohol talking because maybe… maybe I wouldn't be standing in my house then, my heart breaking again.

If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talking.

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