Well, I'm glad that you guys liked the first chapter so much! I'm excited
about writing this story actually. I'm not even going to get into
Christian losing his title on RAW, because that was just plain wrong. What
kind of team is the Hurricane and Kane anyway? (NO FLAMES!! Lol) Forget
it, just enjoy the chapter!
The Monkees own 'The Girl I Left behind'
[You always said that you must be free
[Well you couldn't see you were losing me
[And messing up the one good thing we had
Amy bought a cup of coffee from a vendor a couple streets down. No sugar, no milk. She sat down on one of the benches in front of the numerous clothing boutiques and just thought about anything that happened to come to mind.
The WWE was on hiatus for an undetermined amount of time while Vince got some of his legal affairs in order. The superstars had been given clearance to go home (or anywhere else) and they'd be notified once the whole mess got sorted out.
So Amy was staying at her semi-permanent apartment in downtown Atlanta. John Cena and Adam Copeland had immediately become her self-appointed roommates. The Hardys had invited her to stay with them; Adam and John were the only ones who knew how she felt about the Hardys. And for that she was grateful.
After hearing her plans to go home to Atlanta, however, Stephanie McMahon had the brilliant idea of inviting a select view of the divas to spend the time with her; all on the entire top floor of the hotel Stephanie had rented out. Their building was nearly three blocks away, but Amy swore she could hear them being "blonde and moronic".
She looked up as a shadow blocked her sun and was startled to find Stacy Keibler standing in front of her-foot tapping, hand on hip. "What do you want?" She muttered.
"We want you to come shopping with us." Stacy answered cheerfully. "We were headed towards this cosmetic store-"
"I don't think Amy wears make-up." Trish piped up.
"I wear make-up." Amy responded, gritting her teeth. She was getting more and more agitated by the passing second. She pushed herself off the bench and started walking away when she heard footsteps behind her. That only made her walk faster and somebody grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"What is wrong with you?" Torrie demanded.
Amy stared silently at the only Diva she considered a friend. "Nothing." She finally answered. "Why does something have to be wrong just because I don't want to go shopping for eyeliner with you guys?"
"You never want to do anything with us though." Torrie countered. "Why is that?"
"Would you really like to know why that is?" Amy asked evenly. Torrie's smile wavered but she still nodded happily. Amy took a deep breath. "Fine. I don't like doing stuff with all of you because I think that you're so self-diluted and selfish and honestly, you all annoy the hell out of me." Well, there goes the only one she considered a friend.
"You're just mad because you're never going to be anything like us." Torrie sneered. "You're not blonde, your chest isn't big enough." Amy swore she saw Torrie stick her chest out a little after saying this. "And you'd rather hang out with Matt and Jeff, practicing your jumping off of stuff. You might as well be one of them because you're sure as hell not one of us." She glared at Amy before spinning around on her heeled boot and walking back to the rest of the group of girls.
Amy stood there in shock, her bag falling off her shoulder and resting in the crook of her elbow. Why was what Torrie said bothering her so much? It might be true, but that didn't mean she had to flat come out and say it like that, she said to herself, watching as they walked away in their big, happy, giggling group. Oh shit, I am not mad about this, she instructed silently.
She pulled her bag pack up on her shoulder and by the time she'd gotten home, the idea was already forming in the back of her mind. Amy was about to open the door when it swung open, revealing a wide-eyed John.
"I did not crash into your display case." He rushed out. "I swear to God I didn't. Adam was coming at me and I moved and he crashed right into it and the glass broke and Adam's fine. Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked as Amy walked right by him. She walked past the shattered case and Adam sitting on the floor, reading a book with an ice pack on his head, and went straight to her bedroom.
"Is everything alright with her?" Adam asked, glancing up from the book. "She could have at least yelled at us or something."
"She completely ignored us." John noted incredulously, watching as she slammed the door shut. It caused the last remaining bits of glass to fall from the case and drop next to Adam, who jumped. "She's not supposed to ignore us!"
No long words, just read and review. Thank you everyone for the support, you gusy are the greatest!!
^FallenAngel^
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The Monkees own 'The Girl I Left behind'
[You always said that you must be free
[Well you couldn't see you were losing me
[And messing up the one good thing we had
Amy bought a cup of coffee from a vendor a couple streets down. No sugar, no milk. She sat down on one of the benches in front of the numerous clothing boutiques and just thought about anything that happened to come to mind.
The WWE was on hiatus for an undetermined amount of time while Vince got some of his legal affairs in order. The superstars had been given clearance to go home (or anywhere else) and they'd be notified once the whole mess got sorted out.
So Amy was staying at her semi-permanent apartment in downtown Atlanta. John Cena and Adam Copeland had immediately become her self-appointed roommates. The Hardys had invited her to stay with them; Adam and John were the only ones who knew how she felt about the Hardys. And for that she was grateful.
After hearing her plans to go home to Atlanta, however, Stephanie McMahon had the brilliant idea of inviting a select view of the divas to spend the time with her; all on the entire top floor of the hotel Stephanie had rented out. Their building was nearly three blocks away, but Amy swore she could hear them being "blonde and moronic".
She looked up as a shadow blocked her sun and was startled to find Stacy Keibler standing in front of her-foot tapping, hand on hip. "What do you want?" She muttered.
"We want you to come shopping with us." Stacy answered cheerfully. "We were headed towards this cosmetic store-"
"I don't think Amy wears make-up." Trish piped up.
"I wear make-up." Amy responded, gritting her teeth. She was getting more and more agitated by the passing second. She pushed herself off the bench and started walking away when she heard footsteps behind her. That only made her walk faster and somebody grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"What is wrong with you?" Torrie demanded.
Amy stared silently at the only Diva she considered a friend. "Nothing." She finally answered. "Why does something have to be wrong just because I don't want to go shopping for eyeliner with you guys?"
"You never want to do anything with us though." Torrie countered. "Why is that?"
"Would you really like to know why that is?" Amy asked evenly. Torrie's smile wavered but she still nodded happily. Amy took a deep breath. "Fine. I don't like doing stuff with all of you because I think that you're so self-diluted and selfish and honestly, you all annoy the hell out of me." Well, there goes the only one she considered a friend.
"You're just mad because you're never going to be anything like us." Torrie sneered. "You're not blonde, your chest isn't big enough." Amy swore she saw Torrie stick her chest out a little after saying this. "And you'd rather hang out with Matt and Jeff, practicing your jumping off of stuff. You might as well be one of them because you're sure as hell not one of us." She glared at Amy before spinning around on her heeled boot and walking back to the rest of the group of girls.
Amy stood there in shock, her bag falling off her shoulder and resting in the crook of her elbow. Why was what Torrie said bothering her so much? It might be true, but that didn't mean she had to flat come out and say it like that, she said to herself, watching as they walked away in their big, happy, giggling group. Oh shit, I am not mad about this, she instructed silently.
She pulled her bag pack up on her shoulder and by the time she'd gotten home, the idea was already forming in the back of her mind. Amy was about to open the door when it swung open, revealing a wide-eyed John.
"I did not crash into your display case." He rushed out. "I swear to God I didn't. Adam was coming at me and I moved and he crashed right into it and the glass broke and Adam's fine. Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked as Amy walked right by him. She walked past the shattered case and Adam sitting on the floor, reading a book with an ice pack on his head, and went straight to her bedroom.
"Is everything alright with her?" Adam asked, glancing up from the book. "She could have at least yelled at us or something."
"She completely ignored us." John noted incredulously, watching as she slammed the door shut. It caused the last remaining bits of glass to fall from the case and drop next to Adam, who jumped. "She's not supposed to ignore us!"
No long words, just read and review. Thank you everyone for the support, you gusy are the greatest!!
^FallenAngel^
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