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I hope you all have a happy holiday!
Chapter 9: Someone Else's Arms
Amy strode purposefully toward the Hardy Boys' door, excitement rushing through her veins. She stopped just short of the door, fear coursing through her heart, *Okay, so I have my memory back, but without Matt it means nothing. She knocked on the door softly, "Guys?"
Matt opened the door, rubbing his eyes, "What do you want Amy?" he practically snarled. Cringing inwardly, she backed away just a fraction of an inch.
"I need to talk to you and Jeff." Taking his hand away from his face, Matt focused his red rimmed eyes on her.
*Oh no!* Amy's mind screamed.
"Why don't you go talk to Jericho, proclaim your love to him!" Matt spat out, slamming the door in her face.
"No, oh please no!" Amy cried hoarsely. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she ran down the hall, her red hair flying behind her. The next morning, a bleary - eyed Amy rolled over, yet again knocking her alarm clock off the nightstand. She sat up, her head pounding. *Maybe a nice warm shower will help,* Amy thought to herself. Unfortunately, after little to no sleep, a shower did nothing to increase her alertness, let alone decrease her anxiety. Putting on her extra large nightshirt, Amy became even more distressed as she realized rumors about her and Jericho would spread like wildfire. Despairingly, she flung herself on the bed. "I have to talk to Chris before someon else does," Amy said to herself.
"Too late," a voice said from across the room.
"Chris!" Amy exclaimed in surprise, pulling the covers tighter around her.
"So, I take it that means your memory is back?" he asked, climbing through the open window.
"Yes, now don't come any closer," Amy exclaimed.
"Relax darlin, it's not like I haven't seen you asleep in the nude before," Chris said with a wink.
"Hey, you haven't seen me sleep in the nude before!" Amy protested.
"Heck no, the only reason I know what you do wear to bed, was because of that one time the airlines accidentally switched our bags. Nice, filmy negligees Amy," he replied with smirk. Chris's eyebrow quirked upward in surprise, "Hey wait a minute, so you do sleep in the nude?" he probed, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Weell - hey that's not the point!" she responded defensively. Quickly changing the subject, Amy demanded, "So, why on earth were you out there on my balcony?"
"Now that we are a couple, I figured I should start serenading," he quipped sarcastically. Chris ducked, narrowly missing the oversized, fluffy pillow Amy threw at him.
Chris laughed, "Okay, okay, I was only kidding.
Amy frowned and grabbed the other pillow next to her, hugging it tightly to her chest. "I think Matt heard what I told Steph," Amy said quietly.
"Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and frowned, "Why don't you just go talk to Matt. Explain to him what happened," Chris replied, stroking her hair.
Amy shook her head, "I can't, I'm afraid to. Besides, I'd never seen Matt so angry - or hurt. I'm not sure I can deal with that reaction from him again so soon. Not to mention, all I've put Matt and Jeff through..." she trailed off.
"Hey, I doubt they'll be as harsh to you as you are being yourself," Chris said consolingly.
"Thanks Chris," Amy said gratefully, giving him a hug.
"No problem there kiddo." Chris winced as he got up.
"Are you still sore?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Well yeah, you hit me kind of hard there, Rambo."
"I'm sorry I hit you last night," Amy said apologetically. Amy hugged Chris fiercely. Surprised, he gently pulled back from her embrace.
"So this is what you're like when you don't have P.M.S.," Chris commented thoughtfully.
"Actually, I do have..."
Chris covered his ears and made a face, "Uh, I don't want to hear it!"
Amy laughed, "You're so easy. Now go, so I can finish getting dressed and find the guys," she said, practically shoving him out the door.
Well, it turns out the Hardys were nowhere to be found, because they were spending the day with their Dad.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"Why sure son, what's on your mind?"
"Well, there's this girl I like, but she won't speak to me. I've tried apologizing too, but she won't listen to me either."
"Does she like you?"
"I think so."
"So what'd you do wrong?" Mr. Hardy asked, perplexed.
"I basically called her a slut."
Shocked, Gilbert Hardy turned to look at his son. "Son, I've been telling you since the sixth grade not to call women that. Give her some time, if she truly likes you, she'll come around," he said, giving his son a pat on the back.
Jeff gave Mr. Hardy a hug, "Thanks Dad." Feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Jeff leaned back against the swing as father and son watched the setting sun forge with the shimmering lake in the distance. Later that night, Jeff and Matt, accompanied by their father, walked down the tree-covered lane towards their motorcycles.
Matt turned to Gilbert Hardy and whispered, "Dad, I have a problem, I'm in love with Amy."
"Why is that a problem?"
"Because, I think she is in love with Chris Jericho," Matt replied forlornly.
"What makes you think that?"
"I heard her tell Stephanie McMahon. What should I do?" Matt asked hopelessly.
"I thought she had a contract with WWF?"
"She does," Matt replied sadly, putting his head in his hands.
"We neglected to tell Amy some important information though - that she did have a right to know, but at the time we were only trying to protect her," Jeff interjected, overhearing the conversation.
"Boys, I realize you meant well, but you can't keep things from a woman. They need to make a sound choice based on their own judgment, not by finding it out the hard way, from someone else. That, and women have a way of finding things out anyway, then they'll hunt you down for not telling them in the first place."
Matt and Jeff stared at their Dad blankly, "You're kidding right?" The tortured look on their father's face told them he was deadly serious.
"Now, we've pushed Amy into the arms of the enemy," Matt finished brokenly.
"Son, I hate to tell you this, but if she truly is in love with Chris, it's best to let her go, but always try to be there for her. Don't let this tear the two of you apart. Before you head in that direction though, talk to Amy about her relationship with Jericho, and if the situation presents itself, tell her how you feel. There may be more to the situation than meets the eye," he wisely advised.
"Thanks Dad, I'll try," Matt said, hope shining in his dark eyes.
Gilbert Hardy enveloped his sons in a tight embrace, "You guys have fun tonight and don't get hurt," he said sternly.
Smiling for the first time that day, Matt shook his head, "We'll try not to Dad." Matt strapped on his red helmet as Jeff strapped on his yellow one. The brothers cranked up their red and yellow motorcycles, Gilbert Hardy watching fondly as the brothers roared off down the road.
Amy paced back and forth anxiously in her dressing room. "I wish Nora and Shane would hurry back with the police."
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. We still have thirty minutes before the match starts," Trish reassured Amy.
"Stacy wouldn't dare show her face. She knows we're on to her," Amy said fiercely to Trish. Trish nodded her head in agreement, "That's right.
"
Apartment complex:
"I won't dare show at WWF, but we know who will," she replied snidely. The platinum blonde sneered at her captive in the darkness as her masked male counterpart bound the "patsy's," hands and feet, in addition to the blindfold wrapped around her eyes and the gag stuffed into her mouth.
"By the time she wakes up, it will be all over," he remarked evilly.
"Let's make haste," the woman replied in a cultured British accent.
"What are you doing?" her sidekick asked, annoyed.
"Gearing up for the most important role I'm about to play in my life," she declared, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Are you game?" she asked with a smirk. "Always," he replied. Grabbing her around the waist, he yanked her to him, crushing his lips to hers.
Amy's heart pounded in her chest as the Hardy's music blasted through the speakers. Nervously, she glanced over at Stephanie and Shawn, *I hope Matt will understand what I'm about to do.*
If anyone would like to borrow my story, please ask first, thanks.
I hope you all have a happy holiday!
Chapter 9: Someone Else's Arms
Amy strode purposefully toward the Hardy Boys' door, excitement rushing through her veins. She stopped just short of the door, fear coursing through her heart, *Okay, so I have my memory back, but without Matt it means nothing. She knocked on the door softly, "Guys?"
Matt opened the door, rubbing his eyes, "What do you want Amy?" he practically snarled. Cringing inwardly, she backed away just a fraction of an inch.
"I need to talk to you and Jeff." Taking his hand away from his face, Matt focused his red rimmed eyes on her.
*Oh no!* Amy's mind screamed.
"Why don't you go talk to Jericho, proclaim your love to him!" Matt spat out, slamming the door in her face.
"No, oh please no!" Amy cried hoarsely. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she ran down the hall, her red hair flying behind her. The next morning, a bleary - eyed Amy rolled over, yet again knocking her alarm clock off the nightstand. She sat up, her head pounding. *Maybe a nice warm shower will help,* Amy thought to herself. Unfortunately, after little to no sleep, a shower did nothing to increase her alertness, let alone decrease her anxiety. Putting on her extra large nightshirt, Amy became even more distressed as she realized rumors about her and Jericho would spread like wildfire. Despairingly, she flung herself on the bed. "I have to talk to Chris before someon else does," Amy said to herself.
"Too late," a voice said from across the room.
"Chris!" Amy exclaimed in surprise, pulling the covers tighter around her.
"So, I take it that means your memory is back?" he asked, climbing through the open window.
"Yes, now don't come any closer," Amy exclaimed.
"Relax darlin, it's not like I haven't seen you asleep in the nude before," Chris said with a wink.
"Hey, you haven't seen me sleep in the nude before!" Amy protested.
"Heck no, the only reason I know what you do wear to bed, was because of that one time the airlines accidentally switched our bags. Nice, filmy negligees Amy," he replied with smirk. Chris's eyebrow quirked upward in surprise, "Hey wait a minute, so you do sleep in the nude?" he probed, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Weell - hey that's not the point!" she responded defensively. Quickly changing the subject, Amy demanded, "So, why on earth were you out there on my balcony?"
"Now that we are a couple, I figured I should start serenading," he quipped sarcastically. Chris ducked, narrowly missing the oversized, fluffy pillow Amy threw at him.
Chris laughed, "Okay, okay, I was only kidding.
Amy frowned and grabbed the other pillow next to her, hugging it tightly to her chest. "I think Matt heard what I told Steph," Amy said quietly.
"Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and frowned, "Why don't you just go talk to Matt. Explain to him what happened," Chris replied, stroking her hair.
Amy shook her head, "I can't, I'm afraid to. Besides, I'd never seen Matt so angry - or hurt. I'm not sure I can deal with that reaction from him again so soon. Not to mention, all I've put Matt and Jeff through..." she trailed off.
"Hey, I doubt they'll be as harsh to you as you are being yourself," Chris said consolingly.
"Thanks Chris," Amy said gratefully, giving him a hug.
"No problem there kiddo." Chris winced as he got up.
"Are you still sore?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Well yeah, you hit me kind of hard there, Rambo."
"I'm sorry I hit you last night," Amy said apologetically. Amy hugged Chris fiercely. Surprised, he gently pulled back from her embrace.
"So this is what you're like when you don't have P.M.S.," Chris commented thoughtfully.
"Actually, I do have..."
Chris covered his ears and made a face, "Uh, I don't want to hear it!"
Amy laughed, "You're so easy. Now go, so I can finish getting dressed and find the guys," she said, practically shoving him out the door.
Well, it turns out the Hardys were nowhere to be found, because they were spending the day with their Dad.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"Why sure son, what's on your mind?"
"Well, there's this girl I like, but she won't speak to me. I've tried apologizing too, but she won't listen to me either."
"Does she like you?"
"I think so."
"So what'd you do wrong?" Mr. Hardy asked, perplexed.
"I basically called her a slut."
Shocked, Gilbert Hardy turned to look at his son. "Son, I've been telling you since the sixth grade not to call women that. Give her some time, if she truly likes you, she'll come around," he said, giving his son a pat on the back.
Jeff gave Mr. Hardy a hug, "Thanks Dad." Feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Jeff leaned back against the swing as father and son watched the setting sun forge with the shimmering lake in the distance. Later that night, Jeff and Matt, accompanied by their father, walked down the tree-covered lane towards their motorcycles.
Matt turned to Gilbert Hardy and whispered, "Dad, I have a problem, I'm in love with Amy."
"Why is that a problem?"
"Because, I think she is in love with Chris Jericho," Matt replied forlornly.
"What makes you think that?"
"I heard her tell Stephanie McMahon. What should I do?" Matt asked hopelessly.
"I thought she had a contract with WWF?"
"She does," Matt replied sadly, putting his head in his hands.
"We neglected to tell Amy some important information though - that she did have a right to know, but at the time we were only trying to protect her," Jeff interjected, overhearing the conversation.
"Boys, I realize you meant well, but you can't keep things from a woman. They need to make a sound choice based on their own judgment, not by finding it out the hard way, from someone else. That, and women have a way of finding things out anyway, then they'll hunt you down for not telling them in the first place."
Matt and Jeff stared at their Dad blankly, "You're kidding right?" The tortured look on their father's face told them he was deadly serious.
"Now, we've pushed Amy into the arms of the enemy," Matt finished brokenly.
"Son, I hate to tell you this, but if she truly is in love with Chris, it's best to let her go, but always try to be there for her. Don't let this tear the two of you apart. Before you head in that direction though, talk to Amy about her relationship with Jericho, and if the situation presents itself, tell her how you feel. There may be more to the situation than meets the eye," he wisely advised.
"Thanks Dad, I'll try," Matt said, hope shining in his dark eyes.
Gilbert Hardy enveloped his sons in a tight embrace, "You guys have fun tonight and don't get hurt," he said sternly.
Smiling for the first time that day, Matt shook his head, "We'll try not to Dad." Matt strapped on his red helmet as Jeff strapped on his yellow one. The brothers cranked up their red and yellow motorcycles, Gilbert Hardy watching fondly as the brothers roared off down the road.
Amy paced back and forth anxiously in her dressing room. "I wish Nora and Shane would hurry back with the police."
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. We still have thirty minutes before the match starts," Trish reassured Amy.
"Stacy wouldn't dare show her face. She knows we're on to her," Amy said fiercely to Trish. Trish nodded her head in agreement, "That's right.
"
Apartment complex:
"I won't dare show at WWF, but we know who will," she replied snidely. The platinum blonde sneered at her captive in the darkness as her masked male counterpart bound the "patsy's," hands and feet, in addition to the blindfold wrapped around her eyes and the gag stuffed into her mouth.
"By the time she wakes up, it will be all over," he remarked evilly.
"Let's make haste," the woman replied in a cultured British accent.
"What are you doing?" her sidekick asked, annoyed.
"Gearing up for the most important role I'm about to play in my life," she declared, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Are you game?" she asked with a smirk. "Always," he replied. Grabbing her around the waist, he yanked her to him, crushing his lips to hers.
Amy's heart pounded in her chest as the Hardy's music blasted through the speakers. Nervously, she glanced over at Stephanie and Shawn, *I hope Matt will understand what I'm about to do.*
