Author's Note: My girls (Duke) won the ACC tournament, so that's over, and I'll have more time for writing now that I'm home. (Until the NCAA tournament two weeks from now...hee hee.) Thanks to new reviewer Shadow for, well, (duh), reviewing! I've got a lot of ideas for this story; I just hope I'll be able to update more frequently now that my schedule's back to normal. Okay, I'll quit with my sorry excuses for now and let us move on!
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Lita was shaky and jumpy the whole time they were filming Heat. Not wanting to test the validity of Hunter's promise that he would "see her tonight", she decided to skip out before RAW went on, knowing that he would have to stay there until his main event match at the end of the show.
When she got back to her hotel room, she stared for a long moment at the phone before finally picking it up and dialing Scott's number.
"Hello?" he answered, sounding hurried.
"Oh, if this is a bad time..." she started, but his voice immediately softened when he heard it was her.
"No, I just didn't realize it was you," Scott assured her, and she could hear the smile in his voice. It's just that Jerry keeps calling me about our match tomorrow night; he's somehow convinced something's going to go wrong, but I've gone through a few tables before, I'm not worried."
She laughed a little; something about him just always cheered her up. "A few? As in, what, six?"
"Hey, it's not for you to worry about. So how are you? What's been going on?"
Amy opened her mouth to tell him the whole story about how Triple H had been treating her, starting with the incident last year, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to tell him, wanted to more badly than anything, but she couldn't see the point. He obviously had a lot on his own mind right now, and anyway, he was a thousand miles away, so what could he do? All she would accomplish by telling him was making him angry and worried, which would help nothing. Instead, she turned the topic of the conversation to something else she had been thinking about a lot lately.
"Um...you know how the past couple of weeks...you know, when we've been talking...and then we say goodbye...we started saying...you know..." On her end of the phone, Lita blushed and twirled the phone cord awkwardly.
"'I love you?'" he helped, in just as shy and awkward a voice.
"Um...yeah. I just wanted, you know, to make sure we were on the same page, and everything." "Meaning, I want to make sure I'm not jumping to conclusions," she thought to herself.
On his end of the phone line, Raven was mentally kicking himself. "She knows. She knows, and she's trying to let me down easy because we're friends, but I've made it awkward for her." Trying to save face, he answered, "I mean, you know...we've been friends a long time...and I miss you, so...I didn't think there was any big deal, you know...saying it."
"Great," he told himself. "That's the way to win a girl's heart; 'any big deal'. Real smooth."
Amy felt her heart drop, though it was a disappoint she had been expecting. She gave a nervous little laugh. "Oh, I know, I was just making sure, because...you know..."
"Yeah," he tried to laugh himself, and it sounded depressingly forced. "I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression." "Or the right one," he thought.
"Sure, no problem," Amy responded, and the forced lightness between them was very tense. "Well, I'll let you go..."
"It's no problem," he tried to tell her, but it came out weakly.
"I've got stuff I need to do, too," she assured him, in all actuality just trying to find a way to get off the phone before she broke into sobs. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye-" By the time he'd gotten the last word out, she'd already hung up. He sat down on the couch, and rested his head in his hands.
A thousand miles away, Amy hung up the phone and tried to wipe away the tears that were too quickly filling her eyes.
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Lita was shaky and jumpy the whole time they were filming Heat. Not wanting to test the validity of Hunter's promise that he would "see her tonight", she decided to skip out before RAW went on, knowing that he would have to stay there until his main event match at the end of the show.
When she got back to her hotel room, she stared for a long moment at the phone before finally picking it up and dialing Scott's number.
"Hello?" he answered, sounding hurried.
"Oh, if this is a bad time..." she started, but his voice immediately softened when he heard it was her.
"No, I just didn't realize it was you," Scott assured her, and she could hear the smile in his voice. It's just that Jerry keeps calling me about our match tomorrow night; he's somehow convinced something's going to go wrong, but I've gone through a few tables before, I'm not worried."
She laughed a little; something about him just always cheered her up. "A few? As in, what, six?"
"Hey, it's not for you to worry about. So how are you? What's been going on?"
Amy opened her mouth to tell him the whole story about how Triple H had been treating her, starting with the incident last year, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to tell him, wanted to more badly than anything, but she couldn't see the point. He obviously had a lot on his own mind right now, and anyway, he was a thousand miles away, so what could he do? All she would accomplish by telling him was making him angry and worried, which would help nothing. Instead, she turned the topic of the conversation to something else she had been thinking about a lot lately.
"Um...you know how the past couple of weeks...you know, when we've been talking...and then we say goodbye...we started saying...you know..." On her end of the phone, Lita blushed and twirled the phone cord awkwardly.
"'I love you?'" he helped, in just as shy and awkward a voice.
"Um...yeah. I just wanted, you know, to make sure we were on the same page, and everything." "Meaning, I want to make sure I'm not jumping to conclusions," she thought to herself.
On his end of the phone line, Raven was mentally kicking himself. "She knows. She knows, and she's trying to let me down easy because we're friends, but I've made it awkward for her." Trying to save face, he answered, "I mean, you know...we've been friends a long time...and I miss you, so...I didn't think there was any big deal, you know...saying it."
"Great," he told himself. "That's the way to win a girl's heart; 'any big deal'. Real smooth."
Amy felt her heart drop, though it was a disappoint she had been expecting. She gave a nervous little laugh. "Oh, I know, I was just making sure, because...you know..."
"Yeah," he tried to laugh himself, and it sounded depressingly forced. "I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression." "Or the right one," he thought.
"Sure, no problem," Amy responded, and the forced lightness between them was very tense. "Well, I'll let you go..."
"It's no problem," he tried to tell her, but it came out weakly.
"I've got stuff I need to do, too," she assured him, in all actuality just trying to find a way to get off the phone before she broke into sobs. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye-" By the time he'd gotten the last word out, she'd already hung up. He sat down on the couch, and rested his head in his hands.
A thousand miles away, Amy hung up the phone and tried to wipe away the tears that were too quickly filling her eyes.