Hey guys! I'm back so soon! Aren't y'all impressed? Well I know I am.
LoL. Ummerz.. oh! Legal stuff. Right. I own nothing. Monkees own the
song. Shadow, Aussiewantonsmurf, Child of the Strata (who also helped w/
Dominic! Thanks hun!), and Ariana for their respective characters! Just
enjoy I guess!
[Down inside
[I feel a lack
[But this time I won't be back
Amy pulled her knees to her chest and sighed, contentedly this time. She looked out from her place on the back steps at the city that was sprawled out before her and knew this wasn't where she belonged either. But at least this time she was going to give it a try.
The five other people she was living with had become the closest thing to family since she'd left the real thing nearly five months ago.
Ian had welcomed her back with open arms, picking up where they left off a year and a half ago. Even though he spent most of his free time with his band or creating their website, he'd always make time to talk, not only her but anyone, if they wanted to.
As anticipated, Jet took the longest to become even civil with Amy, and even now they were only on slightly friendly terms. It became more of a mutual 'I won't bother you if you don't bother me' type of thing that they both respected.
The next person Amy had met in the house was Dominic. Well actually, met was too formal a term. Ian had introduced them and Dominic had nodded to her from the corner where a notebook was resting on his bents knees. Amy had felt jilted when he'd said a grand total of five words to her, but was assured that that was how he acted towards everyone. 'You're not special' Jet had been quick to say.
Casey had been friends with Amy and Ian before, so the two were already acquainted. She'd changed though, Amy had ultimately decided. She had used to be a shy, kind of sweet and innocent girl back when they were in the same Indy circuit back in Georgia. Now her hair was a deep black color with dark blue streaks. She had seven (known) piercings in places other then her ears and a look of constant attitude on her face.
The last person, or persons, in the house were Rowen and his girlfriend Riley. She didn't live there as in paying rent, but she did live there as in making it her duty to be there even when Rowen wasn't. She was a blonde, outgoing girl with a huge voice that always made her seem taller then the five feet one inch she insisted she was.
A first glance pinned Rowen as being the stereotypical Los Angeles "punk". Like Ian, he was in a band, which occupied most of his free time. But what most people didn't know, and Amy had found out by mistake, was that all the money he earned by doing a show went straight into the account that helped pay for his veterinary degree.
All in all a pretty diverse group, Amy enforced silently with a nod of her head. She secured her hair underneath a hat and tensed when she felt someone behind her.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Casey asked, putting her hand on the doorknob. "You look like you wanted to be alone."
Amy shook her head and moved over to make room for her friend. The two sat in companionable silence for a couple of minutes when they both opened up their mouths to say something.
"You first." Casey grinned, adjusting the anklet resting on her foot.
Amy smiled back. "Alright. First off I wanted to tell you ho glad I am that we met up with each other again. You have no idea how relieved seeing a few familiar faces made me feel."
"Well I'm glad." Casey responded. "Where did you come here from anyway?"
"South Carolina." Amy said with a sarcastic sigh.
Casey laughed. "So talk to me, tell me why you left and everything that happened with the WWE." She hit Amy on the arm lightly. "I wanna know what's been going on with you girl. What about that hunk Jericho?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Nothing is going on with Jericho. I left the wrestling circuit because it wasn't something I wanted to do for the rest of my life." There was a pause, as Casey grew silent. "Y'all right?"
She was about to respond when Jet came walking towards them from the front. She visibly paused when catching sight of Amy but regained her composure.
"Case I was looking for ya." She said, a friendly smile on her face.
"What do you want this time?" Casey joked.
Jet grinned. "Well actually I was looking for both of you. Ian and Dom bailed on me so I thought we'd have a kinda girl's night out." She turned to Amy. "We didn't really get off on good terms and I apologize for that. Ask Casey, it takes me a while." She nodded. "So what do you guys say?"
"I'm up for it if you are." Casey said with a shrug in Amy's direction.
Amy nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Jet jumped up and smiled. "Great, I'll meet you guys in the front in about twenty minutes."
*~*~*~*
* knock * knock*
"Adam, get the door."
"No. You get the door."
"One of you get the damn door."
"Who the hell-Jay when did you get here?"
"Last night." Jay answered like it was the most reasonable answer in the world. "You were tired from the ride up here and fell asleep right away."
The person at the door kept knocking and Adam pulled the covers over his head. "Somebody get it." He said, his voice muffled by the mounds of covers and pillows.
"It's your house." John shot back.
Adam looked like he was going to get up but decided against it. "Go the hell away! We don't want to buy any! I'm broke!"
"I know that's a lie." The person yelled back.
"Is that." Jay trailed off as Adam jumped off the couch and ran in the general direction of the door. Cursing was heard when he stubbed his toe on the table and he fumbled to open the lock.
"Shane, what are you doing here?"
Shane McMahon pushed his way inside the house and turned to Adam quick enough to almost make him trip. "Why did Amy go to California?"
"She called?" John piped up.
"You knew?"
John bit his lip. "No, I thought I heard it somewhere."
Adam shot him a nasty look and faced his former boss. "She never told you?" He asked instead of launching into an explanation.
"I had to find out from my mom."
"You still call your mom?" Jay smirked.
John raised his eyebrows. "You do too."
"Man shut up."
"All three of you are giving me a headache and I just got here." Shane snapped. "So how long did you plan on waiting before you told me?"
Adam shrugged. "Couple months at the most."
"It was a rhetorical question Adam!" John supplied from the couch.
Jay turned to him. "You don't even know what rhetorical means."
"Uh yeah, I do."
Shane grabbed Adam by the arm and pulled him outside. "Now can we please have some type of logical conversation?"
"Surely." Adam answered. "But why are you so concerned with where she went?" He let it register for a minute. "Is it about the whole-"
"Yes." Shane cut in. "Listen, do you have her address or something? She changed her phone number and I can't get a hold of her anymore."
Adam nodded and walked back in the house. He grabbed a piece of paper off the entertainment center and handed it to Shane. "There's her address if you want to go check it out. You know, ride in on your white horse and all." He ducked as Shane went to hit him and started laughing. "Good luck man." The three watched as he got back into his car and drove off.
"He sweats her, doesn't he?" Jay asked.
John nodded. "Yeah, you could so tell."
I love writing the interactions between those three so much! It's a great way to get anything out, ya know? Well see, I'm doing a little better with the updating and I'll keep trying my best. So bare with me people! Please review!!!
[Down inside
[I feel a lack
[But this time I won't be back
Amy pulled her knees to her chest and sighed, contentedly this time. She looked out from her place on the back steps at the city that was sprawled out before her and knew this wasn't where she belonged either. But at least this time she was going to give it a try.
The five other people she was living with had become the closest thing to family since she'd left the real thing nearly five months ago.
Ian had welcomed her back with open arms, picking up where they left off a year and a half ago. Even though he spent most of his free time with his band or creating their website, he'd always make time to talk, not only her but anyone, if they wanted to.
As anticipated, Jet took the longest to become even civil with Amy, and even now they were only on slightly friendly terms. It became more of a mutual 'I won't bother you if you don't bother me' type of thing that they both respected.
The next person Amy had met in the house was Dominic. Well actually, met was too formal a term. Ian had introduced them and Dominic had nodded to her from the corner where a notebook was resting on his bents knees. Amy had felt jilted when he'd said a grand total of five words to her, but was assured that that was how he acted towards everyone. 'You're not special' Jet had been quick to say.
Casey had been friends with Amy and Ian before, so the two were already acquainted. She'd changed though, Amy had ultimately decided. She had used to be a shy, kind of sweet and innocent girl back when they were in the same Indy circuit back in Georgia. Now her hair was a deep black color with dark blue streaks. She had seven (known) piercings in places other then her ears and a look of constant attitude on her face.
The last person, or persons, in the house were Rowen and his girlfriend Riley. She didn't live there as in paying rent, but she did live there as in making it her duty to be there even when Rowen wasn't. She was a blonde, outgoing girl with a huge voice that always made her seem taller then the five feet one inch she insisted she was.
A first glance pinned Rowen as being the stereotypical Los Angeles "punk". Like Ian, he was in a band, which occupied most of his free time. But what most people didn't know, and Amy had found out by mistake, was that all the money he earned by doing a show went straight into the account that helped pay for his veterinary degree.
All in all a pretty diverse group, Amy enforced silently with a nod of her head. She secured her hair underneath a hat and tensed when she felt someone behind her.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Casey asked, putting her hand on the doorknob. "You look like you wanted to be alone."
Amy shook her head and moved over to make room for her friend. The two sat in companionable silence for a couple of minutes when they both opened up their mouths to say something.
"You first." Casey grinned, adjusting the anklet resting on her foot.
Amy smiled back. "Alright. First off I wanted to tell you ho glad I am that we met up with each other again. You have no idea how relieved seeing a few familiar faces made me feel."
"Well I'm glad." Casey responded. "Where did you come here from anyway?"
"South Carolina." Amy said with a sarcastic sigh.
Casey laughed. "So talk to me, tell me why you left and everything that happened with the WWE." She hit Amy on the arm lightly. "I wanna know what's been going on with you girl. What about that hunk Jericho?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Nothing is going on with Jericho. I left the wrestling circuit because it wasn't something I wanted to do for the rest of my life." There was a pause, as Casey grew silent. "Y'all right?"
She was about to respond when Jet came walking towards them from the front. She visibly paused when catching sight of Amy but regained her composure.
"Case I was looking for ya." She said, a friendly smile on her face.
"What do you want this time?" Casey joked.
Jet grinned. "Well actually I was looking for both of you. Ian and Dom bailed on me so I thought we'd have a kinda girl's night out." She turned to Amy. "We didn't really get off on good terms and I apologize for that. Ask Casey, it takes me a while." She nodded. "So what do you guys say?"
"I'm up for it if you are." Casey said with a shrug in Amy's direction.
Amy nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Jet jumped up and smiled. "Great, I'll meet you guys in the front in about twenty minutes."
*~*~*~*
* knock * knock*
"Adam, get the door."
"No. You get the door."
"One of you get the damn door."
"Who the hell-Jay when did you get here?"
"Last night." Jay answered like it was the most reasonable answer in the world. "You were tired from the ride up here and fell asleep right away."
The person at the door kept knocking and Adam pulled the covers over his head. "Somebody get it." He said, his voice muffled by the mounds of covers and pillows.
"It's your house." John shot back.
Adam looked like he was going to get up but decided against it. "Go the hell away! We don't want to buy any! I'm broke!"
"I know that's a lie." The person yelled back.
"Is that." Jay trailed off as Adam jumped off the couch and ran in the general direction of the door. Cursing was heard when he stubbed his toe on the table and he fumbled to open the lock.
"Shane, what are you doing here?"
Shane McMahon pushed his way inside the house and turned to Adam quick enough to almost make him trip. "Why did Amy go to California?"
"She called?" John piped up.
"You knew?"
John bit his lip. "No, I thought I heard it somewhere."
Adam shot him a nasty look and faced his former boss. "She never told you?" He asked instead of launching into an explanation.
"I had to find out from my mom."
"You still call your mom?" Jay smirked.
John raised his eyebrows. "You do too."
"Man shut up."
"All three of you are giving me a headache and I just got here." Shane snapped. "So how long did you plan on waiting before you told me?"
Adam shrugged. "Couple months at the most."
"It was a rhetorical question Adam!" John supplied from the couch.
Jay turned to him. "You don't even know what rhetorical means."
"Uh yeah, I do."
Shane grabbed Adam by the arm and pulled him outside. "Now can we please have some type of logical conversation?"
"Surely." Adam answered. "But why are you so concerned with where she went?" He let it register for a minute. "Is it about the whole-"
"Yes." Shane cut in. "Listen, do you have her address or something? She changed her phone number and I can't get a hold of her anymore."
Adam nodded and walked back in the house. He grabbed a piece of paper off the entertainment center and handed it to Shane. "There's her address if you want to go check it out. You know, ride in on your white horse and all." He ducked as Shane went to hit him and started laughing. "Good luck man." The three watched as he got back into his car and drove off.
"He sweats her, doesn't he?" Jay asked.
John nodded. "Yeah, you could so tell."
I love writing the interactions between those three so much! It's a great way to get anything out, ya know? Well see, I'm doing a little better with the updating and I'll keep trying my best. So bare with me people! Please review!!!