A/N- How about a nice POV from Lita? That'll come up later. I can't promise that there won't be any Steph bashing, but I can promise that they're will be no "Steph's an evil, selfish, heinous bitch who bosses everyone around" type bashing. Is that good enough?

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Happy reading everyone!

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Lunch is about over, and it's just Amy and me in the nearly empty room. I choose this time to spring my idea on her, hoping she doesn't slap the hell out of me for asking something so crazy.

"Amy, uh, I was wondering if you'd do me a favor and be my girlfriend," God, I am so smooth. Where's a steel chair when you need one?

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" she asks confused, and rightfully so.

"Well, it's not as ridiculous as it sounds, well, maybe it is, but it's this really retarded plan that just popped into my head not too long ago, and it's so stupid I can't even believe I'm gonna say it out loud and it's all Adam's fault, the little punkass, telling me that I smell like old cabbage-"

"Chris!" Oh, sorry. I've been rambling.

"Sorry. You know, Aimes, we're friends, and friends don't ask friends to do this kinda thing, so I think I'll just save it-"

"Chris, tell me what the hell you're talking about so I can decide for myself," I sigh. This ain't gonna be easy.

"Um, well, as you know, Steph and I broke up not too long ago when she left me for Bubbles the chimp, and I want her back."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I was wondering if you'd help me out by pretending to be my girlfriend, so Steph can see that she really DOES love me, and we can get back together and I still can't believe that I actually just said that out loud and-

"O…k," Amy says, cutting me off, which is good, because who knows how long I would've been rambling.

"You-you'll do it?"

"I didn't say that. It's very sneaky and deceptive of you to be doing this, manipulating her in a sense so that she'll get back together with you," Fuck! I KNEW this was a stupid plan! I'm gonna kick the shit out of that cocky, egotistical, rock star looking…never mind. But then I look up and her glare on me has softened.

"But at the same time, it's sweet. Well, kind of anyway. You've got yourself a girlfriend, Chris Jericho," she finishes, holding out her hand for me to shake, but I'm so excited that I just reach over the table and hug her. She'll do it, yes! Yes!!!

God I hope this works…

-*- Amy's Turn -*-

After we finish up in catering, we head down the hall, and I reach out and grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. The warmness fills my palms and I smile, it feels good. Then he returns the smile, and it feels even better. Those clear, light blue eyes are filled with content, but not real happiness. I'm gonna have to remind myself to get used to that.

Chris gets called away because he's got a match he's got to strategize for, which leaves me free to hang around, getting myself used to…whatever I've just gotten myself into.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell she's looking at me. I know she saw Chris and me holding hands when we came out of catering and she's gonna come over and talk to me, but I really don't feel like it right now.  Big show walks past and I take the opportunity to slip into the women's locker room. I know she's coming but I need at least a few seconds on my own to breathe.

As I sit down on a bench across from the large mirror, I hear the clicking of her platform boots and brace myself as she opens the door. Standing in front of me wearing some black, fitted flare pants and a baby blue halter, she folds her arms and cocks her head to the side.

"Just what are you doing with Chris?"

"Is that any way to start a conversation?" I shoot back; she raises an eyebrow in response.

"Amy, I just saw you and Chris coming out of catering holding hands. What's that about?"

"I don't feel like discussing it, Trish. Leave it alone."

"I don't know what you're doing with him, but you need to stop it. He loves Stephanie, and you know how they always break up to make up again. Amy, don't hurt your self like this."

"What makes you think they are? Maybe they're tired of doing the same dance and have decided to switch partners," Trish sighs in response.

"I know how you feel about Chris, Amy. Don't go getting yourself a broken heart for being a pit-stop in their relationship."

"God, Trish, why can't you just me happy for me?!" I snap, standing up and turning away from her. Some best friend I have.

"I can't be happy for you because I know that you're gonna end up getting hurt! What kind of a friend would I be if I just let you get into this relationship? I don't want him playing any games with-"

"This is a game, Trish!" I shout, losing my temper. "This whole thing is a big fucking joke and I already know the punch line!"

"Girl, what the hell are you talking about?" Shit! Damn Aries temper! God, now she's never gonna get off my back. I sigh and sit back down. I might as well get this over with.

"The relationship with me and Chris is just for show. Stephanie's with Paul and he thinks that the only way to get her back is to make her jealous, so I agreed to-"

"You're letting him use you so he can get back with Stephanie and you agreed to this?!" She shouts. Damn Canadian's and their tempers. Well, Trish anyway.

"Will you shut the hell up!" I whisper loudly. God, I hope no one's standing outside.

"God, he's even got you saying his catchphrases," She says, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever."

"Well, you already know what you have to do," she says knowingly, placing a hand on her hip.

"And what's that?"

"Find Chris; tell him how you really feel about him and that you won't have any part in his sick scheme. He needs to accept that he and Steph aren't together anymore, and if it really is over this time."

"I…I can't," I say, sinking into a chair.

"Yes you can. You deserve better than to be hung up on a guy who doesn't even want you."

"Fuck you, Trish!"

"You can yell at me all you want to, and it still won't change the truth! Amy, I'm telling you this because I'm your best friend and I love you, and I only want what's best for you."

"…And that's Chris."

"Amy-"

"Trish you know how I feel about him, and even if this is just a game, if it's not real just…let me have my moment. Let me have this, Trish." With this, she finally backs down.

"Fine. You're an adult and you can make your own mistakes. I just hope you know what you're doing," she says, and with one last look, she turns and walks away. Running my fingers through my hair, I lay back and sigh.

"So do I, Trish."

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Authoresses Note-I am so sorry for the delay! I was just going through some major writers block. I can't believe I finally have something uploaded! Lol. I promise to try and get the future chaps up faster. Review! Laterz.