Author's Note: I don't own any of these people. They belong to the WWF and to themselves. If for some reason, your name happens to pop up in this story, then it's merely a coincidence...so don't harass me! Plus, I haven't written many fanfics (especially wrestling) so I dunno how this one's gonna turn out. I know it doesn't make much sense now...but it will later on. I'll have to see if everything will be explained in the final chapter.
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Amy rolled off the bed and landed on the floor, groaning. She used up all her energy just to be able to sit up. The sun was beaming in the hotel room and she banged her head on the edge of the bed, "Ugh!" She looked up slowly to find Chris Irvine (Jericho) sleeping on his bed with his boxers on and the covers on the floor. It had been a hot week in Los Angeles, temperatures up to 100 degrees. Amy finally stood up and headed into the bathroom. She tugged on her shorts to make them a little lower since it had inched its way upward through the night. She pulled her long red hair into a pony tail, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. "God! This totally reeks of-" She stopped herself when she realized what she was about to say. She stared at herself in the mirror and tilted her head sideways. "Who are you?" She asked herself, "Ugh, even I don't know."
She swirled around as she heard someone's footsteps approaching the bathroom. "Hey there," Chris whispered. "Can I use the bathroom?" He gave a soft smile and Amy left. He also did the same washing routine that Amy did earlier and afterwards stared at himself in the mirror. "Don't fuck this up, Chris. Remember last time? This is it....don't blow this." He told himself. He made his way out the bathroom and found Amy on her bed, putting on her shoes. "You're dressed? Where are you going at this time of day?" He looked down at his watch which indicated 8:30 am. "I thought we were gonna have breakfast."
"I don't have time," Amy stood up. She adjusted her tank top and glanced at Chris, "I don't really wanna have you as company today." She raised her eyebrow a little and made her way out the door. Chris flopped down on the bed, "Damn it!"
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Chris and Jeff Hardy sat in the corner of a quiet coffee shop across the street. Chris leaned back in the booth with his elbow propped up on the table, "I dunno, Jeff. She got pissed last night. Now she doesn't want my company."
"For today."
"The way she said it, she probably meant forever!" Chris exclaimed. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed, "It'll work out, right? I mean, it wasn't that bad."
"Chris, you almost struck her last night. Your temper gets in the way so much, you never even let her get her opinions in. I wouldn't be surprised if she threw a chair at you." Jeff pointed out, he propped both his elbows on the table, "But I tell you what, I'll go talk to her and say you're sorry."
"She won't take that."
"Why not?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "You know women. They don't like to hear apologies from other people delivering messages from the ones who are really sorry. Or worse, who aren't sorry."
"So....you're not sorry?"
"I am," Chris quickly added in, "But I...it's so hard to talk calmly with her. We just blow up and go at each other's throats!"
"But....."
"What do you mean but? There's no but....I never have 'buts'" Chris said. He took another sip of his coffee as he tried to avoid eye contact with Jeff. Jeff let out an exhale to annoy Chris. Chris glared at him, "Ok fine...there's a but. We always act like we can't stand eachother, but I do love her. I always have.....but after all this....I dunno if I can continue loving her the way I used to."
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Amy, Stacy Carter (The Kat), and Trish Stratus were in the pool downstairs of the hotel. Amy nodded slowly as she tried to listen to the advice of Trish. "You know, if I were you, I'd leave him."
"I know. I mean, if he hit you once, he'll hit you again." Stacy chimed in.
"You don't understand," Amy tried to convince them, "He didn't hit me. He almost did, but he ended up not to. I know his temper really sucks but I mean, it's not like he calls me trash or anything negative. He just yells....a lot."
Trish was using her arms to make waves in the pool, "I didn't know Chris had a temper. Was it something you did...or what?"
"I think so." Amy turned to Stacy, "And you know what it is." Stacy grew a confused look on her face and suddenly she remembered, "Oh! That! Wow, now I do understand why he's so angry!"
"Ok," Trish said, "I'd like to be filled into this..."
"Here's the thing. You know how Chris hates Benoit, right?" Trish nodded. "Well, a few weeks ago, Benoit told me that his wife is planning on divorcing him and he's really devastated. This all happened in the parking lot of the arena." Lita said. "Anyway, I told him that I'd be there for him blah blah blah...and I hugged him. Then Chris was on his way out and sees this and gets all angry about it."
"Which also pisses her off because he got jealous all of a sudden. Plus, he can't stand Benoit....in and out of the ring." Stacy added.
Lita nodded, "Right. So for the past few weeks, I've been a friend to Benoit and helping him cope with all this, which ticks Chris off even more. So...."
"He loses his temper?" Trish finally got it, "Geez, that's totally understandable. But you know Amy, don't worry. It won't last forever. He still loves you, he does."
"I know he does. It's just that....I don't know if I'll love him if he keeps doing this."
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