Three weeks had passed since the Nora and Chris incident and the both of them were happier than they had ever been. Amy and Matt however, were miserable.
"If what you guys are saying is true, then why doesn't that dummy just tell me?" Amy threw her gym bag onto the bench. Her, Nora, and the rest of the guys were at a local gym in Hartford, where there was a house show.
"For the same reason YOU'RE not saying it," Nora answered rollin her eyes.
"It's different!"
"Explain."
"Nevermind..." Amy pouted taking her work out clothes out of the bag. The two women changed in silence; one moping in self misery, and the other thinking of ways to make the other stop wallowing in self misery. The two put their stuff in their designated lockers, and went to the workout room. The five men were already there. Matt was spotting Adam while he was bench pressing 160 lbs, Jay was stretching on mats, and Jeff and Chris were just talking by the punching bag.
"Why does it take you guys so long to get ready for anything?" Jeff asked when he saw the two women walking towards him.
"Because we wanna look beautiful for you guys," Nora laughed.
"And you do a damn fine job at it," Chris grinned pulling Nora into his arms and kissing the top of her head.
Amy sighed inwardly and wished that her and Matt could be like that.
"What's wrong, Ames?" Jeff asked snapping her back into reality.
"Huh? Oh nothing, just thinking about my match tonight," she blushed.
"You don't have a match tonight."
"Mine? I ment YOURS," Amy squeaked with wide eyes. 'STUPID!' she yelled at herself. Matt had distracted her once more. Annoyed, she turned her head to glance at the dark headed Hardy. He was taking the barbell from Adam, and his muscles were fully accentuated. Amy stared for a few moments before she realized that Matt was looking at her funny.
"Amy?" Nora asked her friend when she turned an ever deeper shade of red then what she just was.
"Yeah?" she turned her attention to the people surrounding her.
"What were you just looking at?" Chris grinned knowing exactly what she was staring at.
"Nothing."
"Oh really? Then why are your cheeks all red?"
"Because I'm hot."
"You sure are," Jeff teased. Amy did not find this amusing at all and she answered him by giving him a good whack in the stomach.
"I don't need this right now..." she mumbled walking off to a treadmill.
"Adam, do I have someting on my face?" Matt asked after he saw Amy staring at him. There had to be something on his face if Amy was staring at him.
"What? No," Adam looked at him. "Why?"
"Amy was looking at me kinda funny."
"And you think there's something on your face?" Adam asked incrediously.
"Yeah, why else would she?"
"Has it ever occured to you that your friends AND brother aren't liars? How many times have we told you that she's totally jonsen for you ass?!"
"Shut up man, that joke is getting old," Matt rolled his eyes.
"It's not a damn joke! Are you dumb, blind, or stupid man?! That girl is CRAZY about you!"
"Don't start," Matt warned.
"Fine, but it's not gonna be MY problem when she finds someone who ISN'T afraid to tell her how they feel."
"Guys, I think that we should really started working on those two. They should be together, it just isn't right that they're not," Nora said when Amy was on the treadmill.
"Definately. This whole, she doesn't like me like that, he doesn't like me like that, is getting pathetic," Chris agreed with his girlfriend.
"What can we do? They're both so stubborn they don't even realize how the other feels," Jeff said.
"Why don't we just lock them into a room until they confess?" Chris suggested.
"Chris!" Nora slapped his arm lightly laughing.
"What? I'd like to see you come up with something better," he challenged.
"I bet you I can!" she crossed her arms over her chest and stepped away from him.
"Why don't we make this a bit of a contest? First one to get Matt and Amy to hook up gets a hundred bucks, twenty five from each?" Jeff proposed.
"You got it, Hardy."