Title: The Book of Memories
Pairing/Characters: Lita, Christian
Rating: G for this part
Disclaimer: We don't own a thing.
Series Summary: Whether it was now or then, they'd created a book of memories.
Prompt: 93- Beginning
Word Count: 578
Notes: Using real names for the most part, ignoring real life situations and that's about it. this is a joint story written by andonly and myself for the litafics100 community at LiveJournal. If you're at that community, our pen-name is litaficsmod. Length and rating will vary from part to part.
Amy Dumas bit down on her lower lip, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as the plane started to descend. At first, she had just thought about driving down there, since it wasn't too long in the car, but.. He had suggested she just fly, the blond man insisting that it wouldn't be that big of a deal to just pick her up from the airport. Especially since she was supposed to be staying with him. And at this point, Amy wasn't sure what was making her more nervous. The thought of seeing him or the thought of being around him for a few days.
Alone.
'Get a grip', Amy reprimanded herself mentally. 'It's only Jay.'
But then again, she hadn't seen him in weeks; had only just started talking to him more after she'd left the WWE behind. Before that, when they were both with the company, they'd been nearly inseparable. Along with the two Hardy brothers, Adam and Chris; Jason Reso was one of her closer friends in the business. Still, it had been more than a bit of a surprise when he'd called her.. Even more surprising when she had hung up to find that they'd talked until well after midnight.
'Well, it's not like I can just stay on the plane.' The redhead let out a breath, hazel eyes closing before she left her seat.
It hadn't taken Amy long to reclaim her baggage, the former diva only travelling with a small suitcase and her rucksack as a carryon. She'd chosen to collect her suitcase first as more of a delaying tactic than anything else. The closer she got to the transfer level the more nervous she became despite the little pep talk she's given herself on the plane she just couldn't help it. As she made her way over to the escalators she adjusted the hat she was wearing. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd normally wore but a leaving present from her former co-worker Lisa Marie Varon. Her mind wondered to what Jay would be wearing, 'Why does it even matter?' She shook her head as she stepped onto the escalators.
She saw him as soon as she reached the top. Despite the fact he was obviously trying to keep a low profile. Amy took a deep breath as she made her way over to him.
"Hey you."
"Hey yourself," Jay greeted. "It's good to see you."
Amy smiled, "you too."
"So what's a guy got to do around here to get a hug?"
Amy rolled her eyes at him, but stepped forwards anyway, finding the hug comforting and awkward all at the same time. "So, what do you have planned?"
Jay winked, "and just what makes you think I've planned anything. For all you know, we could just be sitting around the house all day."
"If I wanted to do that, I would've stayed in Atlanta."
"Joking," he smiled slightly. "Have you had anything to eat yet?"
"The flight wasn't that long, Jay.."
"Then I'm taking you to lunch." He held up a hand when she looked ready to argue, "you're my guest Amy. I have every right to take to you to lunch."
Amy muttered under her breath about stubborn Canadians, but went along with the idea anyway.. Deciding that since she was here, maybe it would just be best if she played along. After all, she had only just arrived and she would be there five days. The least she could do was compromise a little.
FIN
