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Amy immediately shifted her focus on something else and wouldn't catch Erik's curious gaze.
"Let me guess." Shane started dryly. "She never told you about me?" He nodded knowingly. "I thought she promised she wouldn't do that but hey, what the hell! You're in California, go crazy." He added sarcastically.
"We weren't going out anymore." Amy clarified.
"Like hell we weren't!" Shane exploded. He turned to Adam and John who looked like they were trying to blend in with the store display. "Tell him." He urged. "In fact, tell both of them."
John grabbed Shane's arm and yanked him to the side, out of earshot. "Shane-o, listen to me. That guy is huge. He'd have no problem kicking our asses."
"Plus he's probably got homies waiting to jump us, yo." Adam added.
"First off." Shane started, turning to the blonde. "I never want to hear you try to talk in Ebonics again, it scares me." He shifted his gaze to John. "And you, you're a wuss."
"And what's your point?" John scowled. "At least I'm going to live to see 30."
"Good one man." Adam said sarcastically. "Way to hit him below the belt."
Shane was about to tell both of them to shut up when he turned around and noticed Amy and Erik walking away from them. "Where the hell is she going?" He demanded.
"Away from you?" John guessed slowly and even Adam started laughing.
Shane ignored them and was about to call out to her when Adam stopped him. "Just leave it alone for right now." He instructed in a fake-soothing voice.
"Good advice Dr. Phil." John said jokingly and Shane groaned. It had to be those two he was stuck clear across the country with, didn't it?"
*~*~*
"So, who was that?" Erik asked Amy. He looked over his shoulder to make sure those three guys weren't following them.
Amy sighed and pushed her hair away form her face. "We used to go out. It was a way long time though."
"And those other three?" He pressed on.
"My friends. They lived with me down in Atlanta."
"You used to live in Georgia?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I used to have an apartment over there. Why, is that a problem or something?"
Erik grinned excitedly. "Not at all. I was just asking because my aunt lives down in Savannah. Maybe you knew her. Wouldn't that be a weird coincidence?"
"Freaky." Amy replied dryly, feeling a little uneasy at the fact her boyfriend was behaving so much like Adam. "I hope that little run-in didn't just ruin our night." She said, changing the subject quickly.
He shook his head and put his arm around her waist. "I'm with you, nothing could ruin this."
*~*~*
"So, where have you been?" Casey questioned as soon as Amy stepped into the apartment. "Anything happen between you and Erik?"
Amy threw her purse on the table and shook her head before stretching herself out over the entire length of the couch. "Not really. After you and Jet left we ran into some friends of mine Erik was threatening to beat them up."
"He was defending your honor!" Casey fake-swooned, falling backwards onto the recliner.
"Or something like that." Amy laughed.
"Sure." Casey agreed with a grin.
Both girls looked up as Rowen shuffled into the room. He acknowledged them both with a nod and sat down on the couch, just narrowly missing Amy's feet. "I was supposed to tell you something." He said to Amy. He began searching his hands and arms for the message amidst other notes and reminders.
Casey peered over his shoulder. "Call Bob?" She guessed and Rowen shook his head. "How about pick up Riley for lunch?"
"I knew I forgot something." Rowen muttered, not even making an attempt to do anything about it. "Oh, I think I found it." Casey rolled her eyes and Amy stifled a laugh. "Call...Leif?" He guessed. "You know anyone with that name?"
Amy shook her head. "No, do you?"
"That's a 'j', not a 'c'." Casey pointed out quickly. "If you used a piece of paper instead of your arm that probably wouldn't have happened."
"Who names their kid Jeif?" Rowen asked. "That just sounds really stupid."
Amy was quick to agree and Casey started laughing.
"How could you confuse an 'i' for an 'f'?"
Rowen scowled and then turned to face Amy. "Fine, Leif didn't call. It was Jeff."
"Jeff called?" Amy repeated dumbly. "Did he leave a number?"
Rowen nodded reluctantly and went on the new search for the phone number. He found it soon enough and held out his arm to show her.
"I'm gonna buy you some paper for Christmas." Casey commented. She glanced over and noticed her friend's face drop when she saw the number. "Everything okay with you Amy?"
"Not really." She answered truthfully. "Can you hand me the phone?"
Rowen tossed it to her blindly and pushed himself off the couch and started walking to the kitchen.
Amy got up and walked out of the room, punching in the familiar number as she headed towards her room. Shutting the door behind her, she waited patiently as the operator connected her.
"Hello?"
She tried to suppress the urge to smile. "Jeff, is that you?"
"Yeah." He answered uncertainly. "Who's this? And if you're a fan I'd really like to know how you got my phone number; it's supposed to be unlisted." He covered the phone with his hand. "Dad, didn't you say that you signed me up for an unlisted number?"
"Calm down Sweetie." Amy assured quickly. "It's me, Amy."
"Amy?" He repeated. "Oh that's right, I'm the one that called you. What's up girl? How's Cali treating you?"
"I'm doing great." She replied. "But let me ask you something, who gave you the phone number to this apartment?"
"Jay." Jeff answered right away.
Amy paused and looked up at the ceiling. "But how the hell did he get my number? I never talk to him."
"Adam probably." Jeff answered as if it were the most reasonable answer in the world.
"That little bastard." Amy muttered. "Okay, so was there anything else you wanted, besides seeing how I was doing over here."
Jeff thought a bit before answering her. "Yeah, there kinda was something else I needed to tell you." There was silence on Amy's end so he went on. "Matt's really sorry and he misses you a lot."
"I won't believe that until it comes straight from his own mouth." She said bitterly.
"That could be arranged." Jeff supplied helpfully.
"No." Amy said forcefully. "I'm not going to talk to him and if you put him on the line I swear I'll hang up on both of you."
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Amy immediately shifted her focus on something else and wouldn't catch Erik's curious gaze.
"Let me guess." Shane started dryly. "She never told you about me?" He nodded knowingly. "I thought she promised she wouldn't do that but hey, what the hell! You're in California, go crazy." He added sarcastically.
"We weren't going out anymore." Amy clarified.
"Like hell we weren't!" Shane exploded. He turned to Adam and John who looked like they were trying to blend in with the store display. "Tell him." He urged. "In fact, tell both of them."
John grabbed Shane's arm and yanked him to the side, out of earshot. "Shane-o, listen to me. That guy is huge. He'd have no problem kicking our asses."
"Plus he's probably got homies waiting to jump us, yo." Adam added.
"First off." Shane started, turning to the blonde. "I never want to hear you try to talk in Ebonics again, it scares me." He shifted his gaze to John. "And you, you're a wuss."
"And what's your point?" John scowled. "At least I'm going to live to see 30."
"Good one man." Adam said sarcastically. "Way to hit him below the belt."
Shane was about to tell both of them to shut up when he turned around and noticed Amy and Erik walking away from them. "Where the hell is she going?" He demanded.
"Away from you?" John guessed slowly and even Adam started laughing.
Shane ignored them and was about to call out to her when Adam stopped him. "Just leave it alone for right now." He instructed in a fake-soothing voice.
"Good advice Dr. Phil." John said jokingly and Shane groaned. It had to be those two he was stuck clear across the country with, didn't it?"
*~*~*
"So, who was that?" Erik asked Amy. He looked over his shoulder to make sure those three guys weren't following them.
Amy sighed and pushed her hair away form her face. "We used to go out. It was a way long time though."
"And those other three?" He pressed on.
"My friends. They lived with me down in Atlanta."
"You used to live in Georgia?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I used to have an apartment over there. Why, is that a problem or something?"
Erik grinned excitedly. "Not at all. I was just asking because my aunt lives down in Savannah. Maybe you knew her. Wouldn't that be a weird coincidence?"
"Freaky." Amy replied dryly, feeling a little uneasy at the fact her boyfriend was behaving so much like Adam. "I hope that little run-in didn't just ruin our night." She said, changing the subject quickly.
He shook his head and put his arm around her waist. "I'm with you, nothing could ruin this."
*~*~*
"So, where have you been?" Casey questioned as soon as Amy stepped into the apartment. "Anything happen between you and Erik?"
Amy threw her purse on the table and shook her head before stretching herself out over the entire length of the couch. "Not really. After you and Jet left we ran into some friends of mine Erik was threatening to beat them up."
"He was defending your honor!" Casey fake-swooned, falling backwards onto the recliner.
"Or something like that." Amy laughed.
"Sure." Casey agreed with a grin.
Both girls looked up as Rowen shuffled into the room. He acknowledged them both with a nod and sat down on the couch, just narrowly missing Amy's feet. "I was supposed to tell you something." He said to Amy. He began searching his hands and arms for the message amidst other notes and reminders.
Casey peered over his shoulder. "Call Bob?" She guessed and Rowen shook his head. "How about pick up Riley for lunch?"
"I knew I forgot something." Rowen muttered, not even making an attempt to do anything about it. "Oh, I think I found it." Casey rolled her eyes and Amy stifled a laugh. "Call...Leif?" He guessed. "You know anyone with that name?"
Amy shook her head. "No, do you?"
"That's a 'j', not a 'c'." Casey pointed out quickly. "If you used a piece of paper instead of your arm that probably wouldn't have happened."
"Who names their kid Jeif?" Rowen asked. "That just sounds really stupid."
Amy was quick to agree and Casey started laughing.
"How could you confuse an 'i' for an 'f'?"
Rowen scowled and then turned to face Amy. "Fine, Leif didn't call. It was Jeff."
"Jeff called?" Amy repeated dumbly. "Did he leave a number?"
Rowen nodded reluctantly and went on the new search for the phone number. He found it soon enough and held out his arm to show her.
"I'm gonna buy you some paper for Christmas." Casey commented. She glanced over and noticed her friend's face drop when she saw the number. "Everything okay with you Amy?"
"Not really." She answered truthfully. "Can you hand me the phone?"
Rowen tossed it to her blindly and pushed himself off the couch and started walking to the kitchen.
Amy got up and walked out of the room, punching in the familiar number as she headed towards her room. Shutting the door behind her, she waited patiently as the operator connected her.
"Hello?"
She tried to suppress the urge to smile. "Jeff, is that you?"
"Yeah." He answered uncertainly. "Who's this? And if you're a fan I'd really like to know how you got my phone number; it's supposed to be unlisted." He covered the phone with his hand. "Dad, didn't you say that you signed me up for an unlisted number?"
"Calm down Sweetie." Amy assured quickly. "It's me, Amy."
"Amy?" He repeated. "Oh that's right, I'm the one that called you. What's up girl? How's Cali treating you?"
"I'm doing great." She replied. "But let me ask you something, who gave you the phone number to this apartment?"
"Jay." Jeff answered right away.
Amy paused and looked up at the ceiling. "But how the hell did he get my number? I never talk to him."
"Adam probably." Jeff answered as if it were the most reasonable answer in the world.
"That little bastard." Amy muttered. "Okay, so was there anything else you wanted, besides seeing how I was doing over here."
Jeff thought a bit before answering her. "Yeah, there kinda was something else I needed to tell you." There was silence on Amy's end so he went on. "Matt's really sorry and he misses you a lot."
"I won't believe that until it comes straight from his own mouth." She said bitterly.
"That could be arranged." Jeff supplied helpfully.
"No." Amy said forcefully. "I'm not going to talk to him and if you put him on the line I swear I'll hang up on both of you."
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