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Chapter 8: Thanks for the Memories
Clenching her jaw, and narrowing her eyes, Amy whispered vehemently, "Don't bet on it wench!" The footsteps slowly faded away as the locker room door swung shut. Amy peeked her head around the locker, making sure they were gone. Her mind reeling, unable to fully comprehend what she just heard, Amy collapsed onto one of the benches. *Think, now what? Who was that guy with Stephanie?* Amy had the incredible urge to seek out Matt and Jeff. *It seems so familiar, so comfortable to just go and talk to them,* Amy thought, feeling strangely hollow inside. *I need to talk to Trish, maybe she can help me,* Amy thought hopefully. As Amy wandered down the hall in search of Trish, her thoughts whirled around in her head like a cyclone. *I need to devise some sort of a plan, because I most certainly won't stay with ECW, but at the same time*... Amy's thoughts flew out of her head as she watched a long-legged, long-haired blond pass her without so much as a glance. Amy's mouth dropped open in shock, "Stacy?"
The young woman turned around, shook her head and smiled, "You must have the wrong person, but I am looking for Stacy though," she responded in a cultured, British accent.
"Well, uh, I haven't seen her, but I'm sure she must be nearby," Amy replied apologetically.
Amy continued to stare, *That girl could pass as Stacy's twin!*
Amy roamed the halls awhile, until she came across Trish talking to Nora in the hallway.
"Oh, hi Amy," Nora said brightly, unaware of the fact that Amy didn't really remember her.
"Oh, um hi," Amy replied distractedly. Politely, Amy sat down on a nearby bench and waited till the girls were finished talking. Trish kept glancing over at Amy nervously, knowing she wanted to talk to her. Finally, Trish and Nora parted ways.
"So, what's on your mind?" Trish asked with a soft smile.
"Everything," Amy confessed. "What was Matt, Jeff and I's relationship like before the accident?"
Sitting down beside her, Trish replied, "Like three peas in a pod, sharing the same interests in music, clothes, just about everything! Sometimes, when you and Matt were talking, Jeff would size up the situation, realize you weren't paying attention, so he would creep up behind you and throw you over his shoulder," Trish said, giggling. Trish stared off into the distance, thoughtfully. "There's never a dull moment with you guys around. Amy smiled, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "One time, you were fast asleep on the plane and Jeff was sitting next to you. Jeff smiled across the aisle at me mischievously, and the next thing I knew he shoved you off the seat and into the aisle." Trish doubled over in laugher, "That sure woke you up."
Amy started laugh, and shook her head, "He sounds like a big brother."
"Oh he is, Jeff would tease you mercilessly, just like Jericho does."
*Uh oh,* Amy thought with dread.
"Jericho, I know him too?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Yeah, you guys are all pretty good friends, why?"
"I kneed him in the groin tonight," Amy replied quietly.
"You did what! Why?"
"I hadn't realized I knew him, until it was too late. Yet he seemed familiar to me earlier in the match, as I watched he and RVD wrestle."
"But why did you hit him in the first place?" Trish asked with dread, fearing the worst.
Ignoring Trish's intense stare, Amy requested, "Please tell me more about Matt?"
Trish sighed and continued her story. "You two are always their for each other. If something is bothering one of you, you always tell each other your problems. The closeness you two share is different than the closeness between you and Jeff. I would say your relationship with Matt is unable to define."
"Are Matt and I dating or were we at one time?"
"Honestly, I think you both have feelings for each other, but to my knowledge, neither one of you have told each other."
"Oh," Amy looked down at her hands, her face blushing profusely.
Sensing Amy was uncomfortable, Trish changed the subject.
"So, what's going on with you and Jericho?"
"I've done a bad thing, I joined ECW," Amy responded guiltily.
Trish nodded somberly, "I suspected as much."
Amy looked up at Trish in surprise," Why didn't you yell at me?"
"Because, I thought it was only fair to find out the truth first," Trish responded honestly. "It has to do with you, Jeff and Matt's fight doesn't it?"
"It has everything to do with our fight," Amy replied. She went on to tell what had happened the day before. Trish looked at her in sorrow and shock, "Hon, Matt would go to the moon and back for you, furthermore, he isn't involved with Stacy, it's just a storyline."
"Everyone keeps telling me that," Amy said in frustration, "what the heck does it mean?"
"It means it's fake, made up. We have writers that make up these plot ideas or storylines, kind of like a soap opera."
Realization and horror dawned on Amy's face at the same time. Amy made a move to get up, then quickly sat back down.
"Um, is there a security camera room in here?" Amy asked non-chalantly.
"Why do you ask?" Trish asked suspiciously.
"I, uh, was just wondering," Amy replied, averting her eyes.
"Okay, out with it," Trish demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Does anything escape you?"
"No," Trish said with a small smile, "now spill it."
When Amy finished telling Trish what she had heard in the locker room, Trish frowned worriedly.
"You have to call the police."
"I will, but first I need to get the tape."
"Not a problem. I'll get the tape, while you talk to Matt and Jeff," Trish said sternly.
"Are you sure, I mean what if it's dangerous?" Amy asked in concern. '
"Trust me, I'll be fine. You just go talk to the guys."
"Yes mother," Amy said, smiling mischievously.
"If I'm going to talk to the guys, that means you have to talk to Jeff," Amy said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Alright, alright," Trish said with a sigh.
"Good, let's shake on it," Amy said.
Excited and nervous, Amy stepped into the elevator, the butterflies swarming in her stomach. She walked briskly down the hall, her heart pounding in her chest, as she got closer and closer to the brothers' door. So intent was Amy on reaching her destination, she failed to notice the person storming towards her at a brisk pace. Alas, Amy ran smack into Stephanie.
"Hey, watch where you... Amy!" Stephanie gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I uh"... Amy attempted to brush past her, when Stephanie reached out to grab her arm.
"Why didn't you give Jericho the low blow, like I commanded you too?"
"Why does it matter, I did the damage, I got him where it hurts. I mean, after all that is the bottom line isn't it?" Amy challenged.
"You're missing the point," Stephanie said through gritted teeth. She grabbed Amy's chin and forced Amy to look into her eyes, "It wasn't done my way."
"And if I don't?" Amy asked defiantly. Timidly, Stephanie backed away a step, intimidated by the fire in Amy's eyes.
Amy watched, guardedly, as Stephanie's facial expression softened ever so slightly. It was as if a light bulb had gone off in her head. "You like him don't you?" Stephanie probed, her dark eyes glittering.
"What are you talking about?" Amy replied, Stephanie's implications not fully sinking in yet.
So lost in their conversation, neither noticed the hotel room door open behind them, slightly ajar.
Amy gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth, "Oh, you think I'm in love with Jericho," Amy said, laughing. For just a fraction of a second, Amy thought she saw relief in Stephanie's eyes. Amy swallowed hard then took the plunge, "Well, you're right, I am in love with Chris Jericho."
Two dark eyes peeked through the tiny crack in the hotel room door, his heart taking a plunge as well, after hearing those horrible words spoken. Unable to keep the silent, single tear that wafted down his cheek, he closed the door with a soft click. Amy jerked her head up abruptly, *I thought I heard a door close!* Amy's eyes zeroed in on the Hardy's door, *The sound did come from behind Stephanie, could it have been*...
"Why you!" Stephanie slapped Amy hard in the face. "That's for disobeying orders!" Stephanie growled, infuriated. Amy closed her eyes for a second, in shock. Partially because she wasn't expecting Stephanie's vicious blow, but mainly because the torrent of memories came flooding back into her mind and soul. Amy opened her eyes only to see Stephanie storming down the hallway once again, only in a different direction this time.
A triumphant smile slowly spread across Amy's face, "Thanks for the memories Steph."
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Chapter 8: Thanks for the Memories
Clenching her jaw, and narrowing her eyes, Amy whispered vehemently, "Don't bet on it wench!" The footsteps slowly faded away as the locker room door swung shut. Amy peeked her head around the locker, making sure they were gone. Her mind reeling, unable to fully comprehend what she just heard, Amy collapsed onto one of the benches. *Think, now what? Who was that guy with Stephanie?* Amy had the incredible urge to seek out Matt and Jeff. *It seems so familiar, so comfortable to just go and talk to them,* Amy thought, feeling strangely hollow inside. *I need to talk to Trish, maybe she can help me,* Amy thought hopefully. As Amy wandered down the hall in search of Trish, her thoughts whirled around in her head like a cyclone. *I need to devise some sort of a plan, because I most certainly won't stay with ECW, but at the same time*... Amy's thoughts flew out of her head as she watched a long-legged, long-haired blond pass her without so much as a glance. Amy's mouth dropped open in shock, "Stacy?"
The young woman turned around, shook her head and smiled, "You must have the wrong person, but I am looking for Stacy though," she responded in a cultured, British accent.
"Well, uh, I haven't seen her, but I'm sure she must be nearby," Amy replied apologetically.
Amy continued to stare, *That girl could pass as Stacy's twin!*
Amy roamed the halls awhile, until she came across Trish talking to Nora in the hallway.
"Oh, hi Amy," Nora said brightly, unaware of the fact that Amy didn't really remember her.
"Oh, um hi," Amy replied distractedly. Politely, Amy sat down on a nearby bench and waited till the girls were finished talking. Trish kept glancing over at Amy nervously, knowing she wanted to talk to her. Finally, Trish and Nora parted ways.
"So, what's on your mind?" Trish asked with a soft smile.
"Everything," Amy confessed. "What was Matt, Jeff and I's relationship like before the accident?"
Sitting down beside her, Trish replied, "Like three peas in a pod, sharing the same interests in music, clothes, just about everything! Sometimes, when you and Matt were talking, Jeff would size up the situation, realize you weren't paying attention, so he would creep up behind you and throw you over his shoulder," Trish said, giggling. Trish stared off into the distance, thoughtfully. "There's never a dull moment with you guys around. Amy smiled, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "One time, you were fast asleep on the plane and Jeff was sitting next to you. Jeff smiled across the aisle at me mischievously, and the next thing I knew he shoved you off the seat and into the aisle." Trish doubled over in laugher, "That sure woke you up."
Amy started laugh, and shook her head, "He sounds like a big brother."
"Oh he is, Jeff would tease you mercilessly, just like Jericho does."
*Uh oh,* Amy thought with dread.
"Jericho, I know him too?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Yeah, you guys are all pretty good friends, why?"
"I kneed him in the groin tonight," Amy replied quietly.
"You did what! Why?"
"I hadn't realized I knew him, until it was too late. Yet he seemed familiar to me earlier in the match, as I watched he and RVD wrestle."
"But why did you hit him in the first place?" Trish asked with dread, fearing the worst.
Ignoring Trish's intense stare, Amy requested, "Please tell me more about Matt?"
Trish sighed and continued her story. "You two are always their for each other. If something is bothering one of you, you always tell each other your problems. The closeness you two share is different than the closeness between you and Jeff. I would say your relationship with Matt is unable to define."
"Are Matt and I dating or were we at one time?"
"Honestly, I think you both have feelings for each other, but to my knowledge, neither one of you have told each other."
"Oh," Amy looked down at her hands, her face blushing profusely.
Sensing Amy was uncomfortable, Trish changed the subject.
"So, what's going on with you and Jericho?"
"I've done a bad thing, I joined ECW," Amy responded guiltily.
Trish nodded somberly, "I suspected as much."
Amy looked up at Trish in surprise," Why didn't you yell at me?"
"Because, I thought it was only fair to find out the truth first," Trish responded honestly. "It has to do with you, Jeff and Matt's fight doesn't it?"
"It has everything to do with our fight," Amy replied. She went on to tell what had happened the day before. Trish looked at her in sorrow and shock, "Hon, Matt would go to the moon and back for you, furthermore, he isn't involved with Stacy, it's just a storyline."
"Everyone keeps telling me that," Amy said in frustration, "what the heck does it mean?"
"It means it's fake, made up. We have writers that make up these plot ideas or storylines, kind of like a soap opera."
Realization and horror dawned on Amy's face at the same time. Amy made a move to get up, then quickly sat back down.
"Um, is there a security camera room in here?" Amy asked non-chalantly.
"Why do you ask?" Trish asked suspiciously.
"I, uh, was just wondering," Amy replied, averting her eyes.
"Okay, out with it," Trish demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Does anything escape you?"
"No," Trish said with a small smile, "now spill it."
When Amy finished telling Trish what she had heard in the locker room, Trish frowned worriedly.
"You have to call the police."
"I will, but first I need to get the tape."
"Not a problem. I'll get the tape, while you talk to Matt and Jeff," Trish said sternly.
"Are you sure, I mean what if it's dangerous?" Amy asked in concern. '
"Trust me, I'll be fine. You just go talk to the guys."
"Yes mother," Amy said, smiling mischievously.
"If I'm going to talk to the guys, that means you have to talk to Jeff," Amy said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Alright, alright," Trish said with a sigh.
"Good, let's shake on it," Amy said.
Excited and nervous, Amy stepped into the elevator, the butterflies swarming in her stomach. She walked briskly down the hall, her heart pounding in her chest, as she got closer and closer to the brothers' door. So intent was Amy on reaching her destination, she failed to notice the person storming towards her at a brisk pace. Alas, Amy ran smack into Stephanie.
"Hey, watch where you... Amy!" Stephanie gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I uh"... Amy attempted to brush past her, when Stephanie reached out to grab her arm.
"Why didn't you give Jericho the low blow, like I commanded you too?"
"Why does it matter, I did the damage, I got him where it hurts. I mean, after all that is the bottom line isn't it?" Amy challenged.
"You're missing the point," Stephanie said through gritted teeth. She grabbed Amy's chin and forced Amy to look into her eyes, "It wasn't done my way."
"And if I don't?" Amy asked defiantly. Timidly, Stephanie backed away a step, intimidated by the fire in Amy's eyes.
Amy watched, guardedly, as Stephanie's facial expression softened ever so slightly. It was as if a light bulb had gone off in her head. "You like him don't you?" Stephanie probed, her dark eyes glittering.
"What are you talking about?" Amy replied, Stephanie's implications not fully sinking in yet.
So lost in their conversation, neither noticed the hotel room door open behind them, slightly ajar.
Amy gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth, "Oh, you think I'm in love with Jericho," Amy said, laughing. For just a fraction of a second, Amy thought she saw relief in Stephanie's eyes. Amy swallowed hard then took the plunge, "Well, you're right, I am in love with Chris Jericho."
Two dark eyes peeked through the tiny crack in the hotel room door, his heart taking a plunge as well, after hearing those horrible words spoken. Unable to keep the silent, single tear that wafted down his cheek, he closed the door with a soft click. Amy jerked her head up abruptly, *I thought I heard a door close!* Amy's eyes zeroed in on the Hardy's door, *The sound did come from behind Stephanie, could it have been*...
"Why you!" Stephanie slapped Amy hard in the face. "That's for disobeying orders!" Stephanie growled, infuriated. Amy closed her eyes for a second, in shock. Partially because she wasn't expecting Stephanie's vicious blow, but mainly because the torrent of memories came flooding back into her mind and soul. Amy opened her eyes only to see Stephanie storming down the hallway once again, only in a different direction this time.
A triumphant smile slowly spread across Amy's face, "Thanks for the memories Steph."
