Author's Note: Met the Hardy Boyz. No words to describe how much more beautiful they are in person. Must write to get my mind off of it.
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They all piled into Raven's rental car, opting to stay together as much as possible after the highly emotional night. They found a dimly lit little pizzeria and squeezed into a booth in the back corner, talking and laughing as if nothing serious had happened.
Tommy couldn't help but notice how openly protective Scott was over Amy now. He'd made Tommy nervous on the ride over with the way he seemed to always be sneaking a glance at her, instead of watching the road. And now, as they were sitting in the booth, he was almost staring at her continually. Tommy nearly burst out laughing at the nervous look in his friend's eyes as he casually rested his arm on the back of the booth over Amy. Scott must have seen a little bit of laughter in Tommy's eyes though, because he shot him a half-angry/half-embarrassed glare.
"What?"
"Nothing." Tommy bit his lip to keep the chuckle in. Amy looked back and forth at the two men who had started acting like high school boys again. "Are you guys keeping something from me?" she questioned, trying to sound dangerous.
"Not me," Tommy answered her, silently laughing at the blush which was barely visible on Scott's face, thanks to the dim lighting. Fortunately, they were all saved by the arrival of the waitress.
"What are you guys drinking tonight?" she smiled sweetly.
"Nothing," Tommy joked, gesturing to the empty table. "That's why we have to tell you what we want to order."
The waitress smiled again, but looked a little irritated. "Haha...right. So what would you like to order then?" She did not appear to favor Tommy's sense of humor.
"I'd like a Sprite," Tommy answered. Amy opened her mouth to order, but Scott interrupted, "She wants a cherry coke. And I-" This time, she interrupted him. "He wants a sweet tea." The waitress scrawled the orders down and walked off. Tommy rolled his eyes at the pair sitting across from him.
"What?" it was Lita's turn to ask.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all," said Tommy, fighting the urge to shout, "Do you two really not get it?!?! Seriously, just tell each other the truth and get it done with already?!?!" He sighed, and shook his head. "Nothing."
"Sorry," Amy muttered. "No need to get all repetetive on me."
An awkward silence settled over the table. It was fortunately broken by the waitress returning with their drinks.
"So are you guys ready to order?" she asked, glaring at Tommy as if she expected another smart reply. He opened his mouth to fire another comeback, but cut himself short, shaking his head. He glanced across the table. "What do you want Scottie-boy?"
He consulted the menu a minute before replying, "The meat lover's sound good to you two?"
Lita shrugged. "That's fine."
"You know me bro, up for whatever." Tommy tipped a wink at the waitress, who stalked off in disgust. Tommy watched her walk away, feigning lovesickness. "Think I got a chance with her?"
Amy laughed. "I think I have more of a chance than you do."
"Now THAT," Tommy teased, "I'd like to see." He smirked to see Raven blushing again.
"Don't get your hopes up. Scott here's the one who gets drunk and does crazy things." The smile momentarily vanished from her face as she thought about his proposal so long ago. "Just another endearing moment with 'my best friend'," she thought bitterly.
"Crazy things?" Tommy raised an eyebrow.
"Please ma'am, don't embarrass me," Scott begged her, tightening his arm around her shoulders a little bit.
Barely aware of her actions, she snuggled into him. "Oh, I think we can keep what happened in the hotel room a secret," she teased.
The awkwardness of the moment struck them both at once, as they both realized this could definitely be classified as flirting. They pulled away from each other and slid to the opposite ends of the booth.
"I guess I don't want to know, do I?" Tommy murmured as the waitress arrived with the pizzas.
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They all piled into Raven's rental car, opting to stay together as much as possible after the highly emotional night. They found a dimly lit little pizzeria and squeezed into a booth in the back corner, talking and laughing as if nothing serious had happened.
Tommy couldn't help but notice how openly protective Scott was over Amy now. He'd made Tommy nervous on the ride over with the way he seemed to always be sneaking a glance at her, instead of watching the road. And now, as they were sitting in the booth, he was almost staring at her continually. Tommy nearly burst out laughing at the nervous look in his friend's eyes as he casually rested his arm on the back of the booth over Amy. Scott must have seen a little bit of laughter in Tommy's eyes though, because he shot him a half-angry/half-embarrassed glare.
"What?"
"Nothing." Tommy bit his lip to keep the chuckle in. Amy looked back and forth at the two men who had started acting like high school boys again. "Are you guys keeping something from me?" she questioned, trying to sound dangerous.
"Not me," Tommy answered her, silently laughing at the blush which was barely visible on Scott's face, thanks to the dim lighting. Fortunately, they were all saved by the arrival of the waitress.
"What are you guys drinking tonight?" she smiled sweetly.
"Nothing," Tommy joked, gesturing to the empty table. "That's why we have to tell you what we want to order."
The waitress smiled again, but looked a little irritated. "Haha...right. So what would you like to order then?" She did not appear to favor Tommy's sense of humor.
"I'd like a Sprite," Tommy answered. Amy opened her mouth to order, but Scott interrupted, "She wants a cherry coke. And I-" This time, she interrupted him. "He wants a sweet tea." The waitress scrawled the orders down and walked off. Tommy rolled his eyes at the pair sitting across from him.
"What?" it was Lita's turn to ask.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all," said Tommy, fighting the urge to shout, "Do you two really not get it?!?! Seriously, just tell each other the truth and get it done with already?!?!" He sighed, and shook his head. "Nothing."
"Sorry," Amy muttered. "No need to get all repetetive on me."
An awkward silence settled over the table. It was fortunately broken by the waitress returning with their drinks.
"So are you guys ready to order?" she asked, glaring at Tommy as if she expected another smart reply. He opened his mouth to fire another comeback, but cut himself short, shaking his head. He glanced across the table. "What do you want Scottie-boy?"
He consulted the menu a minute before replying, "The meat lover's sound good to you two?"
Lita shrugged. "That's fine."
"You know me bro, up for whatever." Tommy tipped a wink at the waitress, who stalked off in disgust. Tommy watched her walk away, feigning lovesickness. "Think I got a chance with her?"
Amy laughed. "I think I have more of a chance than you do."
"Now THAT," Tommy teased, "I'd like to see." He smirked to see Raven blushing again.
"Don't get your hopes up. Scott here's the one who gets drunk and does crazy things." The smile momentarily vanished from her face as she thought about his proposal so long ago. "Just another endearing moment with 'my best friend'," she thought bitterly.
"Crazy things?" Tommy raised an eyebrow.
"Please ma'am, don't embarrass me," Scott begged her, tightening his arm around her shoulders a little bit.
Barely aware of her actions, she snuggled into him. "Oh, I think we can keep what happened in the hotel room a secret," she teased.
The awkwardness of the moment struck them both at once, as they both realized this could definitely be classified as flirting. They pulled away from each other and slid to the opposite ends of the booth.
"I guess I don't want to know, do I?" Tommy murmured as the waitress arrived with the pizzas.