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Chapter 3

It was several hours later and Amy was still unaware that Phil had been listening to her earlier conversation with her co-worker Randy Orton. She was now waiting for him to come downstairs. He had gone off to change his clothes so fifteen minutes ago and the raven haired woman hadn't heard a peep out of him since. Deciding, they needed to get going or they were going to be late even though they were just heading next door, Amy hated being late. It was a pet peeve of hers. She ventured upstairs into the master bedroom. She opened the closed door, only to find Phil standing there in just a pair of boxer shorts. "I can't believe you're not dressed yet. You've been up here for ages."

Phil just rolled his eyes, "I can't decide what to wear. Do you think Maria would mind if I turn up like this?"

Amy shrugged, "I don't know about Maria, but I'm sure her boyfriend might have something to say about it."

"You spoil all my fun."

"Somebody has to. Honestly, please just hurry up. We're gonna be late."

"We're going next door, who cares if we're a few minutes late."

Amy sighed heavily, "I care. I like to be punctual."

Phil scratched the back of his head, "Doesn't really bother me but if it's so important to you. Go right ahead and I'll meet you there."

"I don't think so, buddy. Now put some clothes on, already."

"But I can't decide what to wear. Decisions … Decisions."

The raven haired woman's patience was starting to wear thin so she stepped forward fully into the room and stopped in front of his closest. She picked out a pair of baggy fitting jeans and a black tee shirt, "There ya go. Wear these."

Phil raised an eyebrow, "You're dressing me now? Is that part of your assignment?"

"No but if I didn't do something, you'd still be standing there in another twenty minutes … And you're totally doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

The dark haired man smirked, "You only just figured that out? You were a little slow there, Amy."

"Jerk. Just put the clothes on and let's go. The sooner we go, the sooner we can come home and don't forget to stick to the story. No making stuff up as you go along either," Amy told him.

"I already told you that the story sucks. I have a terrible memory, I can't promise that I'll remember the story," Phil admitted honestly as he finally started to put on the clothes that Amy had picked out for him.

"In that case, just don't say anything."

Phil pulled the shirt on over his head, "So if I can't remember the right answer, I just sit there and say nothing?"

Amy nodded, "Pretty much, yeah."

Phil laughed, "That's not gonna work."

The protection officer smiled. "Well, let's just hope you don't forget anything for both our sakes."

"That's it … My life officially fucking sucks."

Amy refrained from commenting as the two left the bedroom and headed towards the front door. Within a couple of minutes they were standing outside Maria's door. Amy rang the bell and waited for an answer. She couldn't help but jump a little when she felt Phil's arm snake around her waist pulling her closer to him.

With that, the door opened and Maria was standing there, "Hi guys, come on in." Amy and Phil followed the red head inside. "You'll have to excuse the mess. Jeff is an artist, he was painting in the living room earlier and hasn't finished cleaning up yet. Actually, he hasn't even started yet." Maria rolled her eyes, "Men."

Amy laughed, "I know exactly what you're talking about. Phil is very messy."

"And yet, you still love me. How did I ever get so lucky?"

Amy shot him a death glare but said nothing as Maria led them into the dining room where Jeff was waiting.

"Guys, this is my boyfriend Jeff Hardy. Jeff, this is our new neighbours, Amy and Phil."

Jeff smiled, "Hey, how's it going?"

"Great," Amy lied. "Things couldn't be better."

"Good to hear. Maria told me that you've only been married a couple of weeks, it would kind of suck if things were bad already."

Phil laughed, "I like you already, dude."

"Ignore him. Jeff has no filter between his brain and his mouth. If he thinks it, he says it. It's just his way."

"That's cool with me. I'm just the same, aren't I baby?" He nudged Amy gently in the hip.

"Yeah."

"Well take a seat, would you like a drink?"

"I'll take a water," Phil replied instantly.

"You don't want anything stronger?" Maria asked.

"Nah, I'm straight edge. I don't drink alcohol."

"Oh okay, water it is then. You don't mind if we have alcohol do you?"

"Go for it just because I don't drink I'm not going to start lecturing you on the evils of alcohol, don't worry."

Maria smiled, "Oh I didn't think that. Just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"That's sweet but there's really no need. I don't stop Amy from drinking, it's just not for me."

"Any particular reason for that dude?" Jeff asked.

"My father was an alcoholic. He's in recovery now but that kind of thing might be hereditary so I decided at an early age to abstain from alcohol."

Jeff nodded, "Well that's cool."

"So, it's a water for Phil. Jeff is having a beer. Amy? What can I get for you?"

"Do you have soda? I don't feel like drinking tonight," Amy lied. In truth, she wanted to make sure she kept fully alert so nothing slipped out later on.

"Sure, I have some diet coke in the fridge. Is that okay?"

"Perfect. Thanks."

"No problem. I'm just going to grab those and check on the food. I made pasta and lots of it so I hope you're hungry."

"I'm starving," Phil replied instantly.

Maria smiled, "Glad to hear it." She headed out of the room towards the kitchen.

There was an awkward silence until Maria returned from the kitchen carrying the drink on a tray. She handed out the drinks and joined the rest of them at the table.

"So, Jeff, how long have you and Maria been together?"

"Nearly eight years now."

"Wow, that's a long time. You never thought about getting married?"

Maria sighed softly, "Jeff doesn't believe in marriage."

"Oh me either dude," Phil said before he could stop himself. A swift kick under the table from Amy helped him to realise his mistake, "Until I met Amy, of course."

Amy shook his head, "He's just messing with ya."

Phil frowned, "It's actually the truth. I'm a firm believer in if it's ain't broke, don't fix it. Until I met Amy, marriage just wasn't on my agenda, period."

Maria beamed, "Oh that's so romantic. Isn't that romantic, Jeff?"

Jeff smiled at his girlfriend's behaviour, "Mia, is just a sucker for romance, aren't ya, darling?"

"I am," the redhead admitted, totally missing the death glare that Amy was currently shooting at her "husband."