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CHAPTER 3

Amy was walking down the hallway of the arena, heading to the caterating room. She missed her friends, sure, but she had to excuse herself for she was starving. She hadn't aten anything all day. Adam had offered to come with her but she politely refused him, saying she needed time to just kind of soak things in before the show had started. Adam understood but still seemed concerned about her. She smiled at the thought of him. He was such a good friend, even after all the hell they had been through many years ago. He was such a sweetheart. But then her thoughts drifted back to those of her ex-boyfriend, Phil Brooks. She couldn't forget the way he had looked at her in the locker-room. Pain, regret all showed in his eyes. She was going to find him after the show and have a talk. Well, if she'd ever gather any courage.

All of sudden, she felt something vibrating in the pocket of her jeans. She reached down in her pocket and retrieved her cell phone. 1 missed call from Mom. She had forgotten to call her mother when her and Trish had landed in Boston earlier today. She decided to send her mom a text message, not one for talking on the phone much anymore, and wasn't paying attention to where she was walking when her body collided with anothers as she rounded the corner. Amy stumbled back a few feet from the impact of conclusion and fell on her bottom. She opened her mouth to apologize then stopped as she realized who it was that she had collided with.

"Amy! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going! Here, let me help you up." The tall male said with an apologetic look and reached out for her hand, attempting to help her up.

She reluctantly took his hand and forced a smile. He helped her to feet, still apologizing.

"Again, I'm sorry!"

"Phil, it's okay, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going so it was my fault. I'm sorry." She said avoiding eye contact. She instead focused on the shirt he was wearing, his new Punk shirt.

Phil noticed that she avoiding looking at him in the eyes and it pained his heart. He disgusted her that much eh?

"Well I was just going to catering so, I will see you around." She said walking past him. Phil knew he had say something.

"Amy, wait!" He almost yelled. She turned around in midstep and looked up at him, with curiosity. He took a step closer, with a deep breath, his eyes on hers now. Those beautiful hazel eyes he had missed so much.

"What's up,?" She asked.

"Um, would you mind if I joined you in catering? We could catch up a bit. It's been awhile and I've uh, well, I've missed you." Phil said almost as if he were shy.

That's crazy! I'm not a shy person, or nervous. I'm the voice of the voiceless! Phil thought, but then again, this is Amy, my sweet Amy.

This had taken Amy by surprise as she still had not said anything. Phil hung his head and threw his hands in the air.

"Okay, I get it. See you around" He turned away from her, and in midstep he felt a hand on his arm spinning him back around.

He looked confused.

"It's okay, Phil. Yeah I wouldn't mind a little catching up. It has been forever."

And for the first time since she had gotten there, she smiled a real smile at him. He grinned back at her.

Maybe, just maybe, she did forgive me, Phil thought.

Surprising him even further, she stuck out her arm and said "Shall we?"

Phil linked his arm in hers and replied "I thought you'd never ask..."