AN: This is one of my favorite pairings ever, and even though this fic is very short, it's message is clear. I don't own them sadly, read and review!
I never really knew what it felt like to be an addict. A junkie waiting for my next fix, no matter how small it was, no matter how short the high lasted. And then she walked into my life and turned it upside down, changed everything. From the moment I layed my eyes on her I was hooked, although I didn't know it at first, much like I assume most addicts don't.
She was a rush, I enjoyed every second of being in her presense. And it started to build slowly but surely until she was my first thought in the morning and my last craving before I fell asleep. I don't see how anybody could not be addicted to her, it's obvious that our fans are. Hell even the chairman of this company is, and it's not even like she has to try to get my attention. When I go out to clubs I have plenty of offers from other people, but I turn them all down. It wouldn't be fair to her, because I'm hers. My eyes are always watching her and everything she does, dancing, flirting, teasing, but none of it ever leads to anything more.
I know just how serious this addiction is when we go home for a few days, and I have Trish fits. Like a smoker gets a nicotine fit, I shake from withdrawl, being away from her is extremely difficult for me. Everything about her is perfect and not all the interventionists or even God himself could ever convince me otherwise. They say addiction uses you, destroys you, chews you up and spits you out, and maybe they're right. And maybe I'm too blind to see it but I really don't care. I'm happy to be addicted to Trish Stratus, and I'll do anything and everything I can to be hers.
My name is Amy, and I'm an addict.