'Bout time I updated this story, huh? Yeah, I thought so. Um, I'm
thinking after this there's one more chapter to go and then this story will
be finished and I can focus my attention on other stories. Nothing's
changed 'cept now the Offspring own the song 'Damnit I Changed Again'.
(~Now I don't see; Things the way I did before; Can't stand to feel this way; Things I felt yesterday; Don't matter anymore; It doesn't make any sense; To feel so different day to day; Can't stand to feel this way; When nothing's changed except for me~)
"I don't think that went quite as plan." John commented as he and Adam watched Shane stalk ahead of them after the confrontation.
Shane spun around angrily and grabbed John by the shirt collar, slamming him up against a wall. "Why the hell can you never seem to keep your damn mouth shut?" He snapped. "How was I supposed to know that she'd come over here just to start screwing some steroid-taking jackass?"
John's eyes got wide and an irate look came over his face as he balled up his fists and punched Shane in the face. "You have no fucking right to say that. I mean you, of all people." He started, looking down at Shane as he held his nose. "And you cannot be mad that she's moved on because you had her and you lost her. Admit it Shane, you're the one that fucked up, not her." He dug around in his pockets to make sure he had the key to the hotel and practically stomped away from Shane, who was clutching his nose with watering eyes, and Adam who looked like he would start laughing at any given second.
"Shit." Shane exclaimed, watching him as he began walking, not towards the hotel, but in the same direction Amy went. "Well don't just stand there." He urged Adam. "Go get him and bring him back here or something."
"You go get him." Adam scoffed. "You think I want him breaking my nose too?"
Shane hit the ground in frustration and then winced as his fist made contact with the cement.
"Smart move." Adam muttered, walking away and leaving the once WCW owner on the ground, clutching his fist to his chest.
*~*~*
Amy opened her eyes slowly, and then shut them again as the bright light assaulted her eyes. "Don't wanna get up." She mumbled, hearing the ring of her cell phone pierce the otherwise silent apartment. Whoever it was, the person was relentless and she eventually reached over blindly and picked it up. "Hello?" She answered groggily.
"Amy is that you?" The person yelled into the phone, trying to be heard over the loud background noises.
She held the phone away from her ear momentarily and put it back. "Yeah. Who's this?"
"It's Vince McMahon." He replied. "I wanted to talk to you for a minute."
"Mr. McMahon, it's 7:30 in the morning here." She started. "Now I know you're on Eastern Time over there but I was still-"
"Linda and I really want you back in the company." Vince interrupted. "Just tell me why you left in the first place and I'll fix it to the best of my abilities but we were talking and we really don't want to lose you."
Amy propped her head up with her hand and listened to his proposal before replying. "It's not really something you'd be able to fix." She said honestly.
Vince's laugh boomed through the phone. "You forget who you're talking to. I can fix anything."
"It's the people on the roster in the company." Amy rushed out. "You can't fix them."
There was a minute of silence on the other end. "What kind of problem could you be having? You've never been anything but nice to anyone. Why on earth wouldn't they treat you the same?"
"You tell me." Amy muttered, changing the subject quickly. "Did you know Shane came over here to visit with Adam and John?"
"He mentioned something about swinging by." Vince started slowly. "How long has he been there though? I haven't heard from him in a couple of days and usually he calls at least once a day to make sure everything is okay." He listened to the silence on the other end and got concerned. "Amy, he didn't say or do anything to you, did he?"
"Not really." She said slowly. "Well actually he did but I don't really feel comfortable talking to you about it. You know, the whole you being his father thing and all. And I do appreciate you and Linda wanting me back in the company." She kept on. "But I don't think that I could do that right now. Too many altercations with the people backstage and even though they've probably forgot about it, I haven't."
Vince sighed. "Thank you for your complete honesty with me Amy. On behalf of the company I wish you luck in whatever it is you wish to pursue and if you ever want to come back don't hesitate to pick up the phone and give me a call."
"Thank you Vince." She said. "Best of luck to you." She swallowed dryly as she flipped the phone shut and fell back down on the pile of pillows with e heavy heart.
The truth was, she did want to go back to the company. She lived for the rush of adrenaline she got when performing for the crowd and taking that away would be like taking away a part of her. But there was no way she could go back after making such a big deal of her leaving. Nobody would let her live it down (if they even cared in the first place) and that'd just be more to deal with that, right now, she couldn't.
Amy reached over to pick up her phone again to call Vince back when something stopped her momentarily; nobody there would want her back and they'd be wanting her to fall flat on her face or something equally embarrassing. They'd want to see her fail and she had to prove them all wrong.
Because I'm not a quitter, she concluded silently to herself, looking around the room that had been her residence for the past few months. She quickly made her decision and punched in the number to the first person she could think of.
"Hello?" Adam answered sleepily.
"I'm coming back." Amy said, a giddy edge to her voice.
"You are?" He repeated slowly, letting reality sink in. "Amy, you're not just fucking with me are you? You're actually coming back."
"Yeah." She rushed out, a huge smile on her face. "I'm going back to the WWE." She listened as it sounded like Adam dropped the phone, and then muffled voices, and somebody came back onto the line.
"You're joining again?!" John exclaimed happily.
Amy nodded, even though they couldn't see her. "I'm packing all my stuff and catching the first flight back east with you guys."
"She's flying back with us!" John called back to Adam happily, getting back on the line with Amy. "Did you need us to come over and help you pack or anything?"
"We're good packers!" Adam yelled from the background, making it obvious to Amy that she had been put on speakerphone. "We've been doing it nearly the whole summer. We're like packing pros!"
Amy laughed. "Nah that's all right. I only have a few bags that should take twenty minutes at the most. I'll call the airport and get the tickets for tomorrow possibly and I'll call you guys later." She promised. "Bye." She smiled to herself and set the phone down when she heard somebody clearing his or her throat from the doorway.
"You're leaving?" Rowen asked slowly, making no attempt to step further into the room. He buried his hands in his pockets and looked at her expectantly, waiting for some response.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Probably some time tomorrow." She motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed and he obliged.
"Have you told Ian yet?" He questioned, looking around everywhere except at her.
"This is something I just decided on. You're the first person in the house that knows."
Rowen rolled his eyes. "I'm so lucky." He muttered sarcastically. "Why are you doing this to him?"
"Sorry, I think I missed something." Amy said. "What are you talking about?"
"Ian." He answered simply. "You crushed the guy when you left him before. Then you come parading back into his life and he takes a backseat to your current and ex-boyfriends staking claim to you because he wants to see you happy. Now he's getting used to having you around again and you're up and leaving. It's unbelievable."
Amy's mouth dropped open. "What?" She said dumbly, not fully comprehending what Rowen had just confessed.
"You heard me." Rowen snapped. "Pretty much you fucked around with Ian's mind and seemed to get a kick out of it, so you're a bitch."
"Rowen!" Jet exclaimed, walking past the door and skidding to a stop in front of Amy's opened room. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to Amy like that?" She demanded, resting her hands on her hips. "I have half a mind to kick your ass right now for being such a jackass to her."
"She's going back home." Rowen exclaimed.
Jet's eyes narrowed. "That's her own business." She stated evenly. "And Ian is a big boy. He can deal with it. If she wants to go back then nobody should be in her away."
Amy gave her a grateful smile and Ian left the room, muttering something under his breath. "Thank you." She said to Jet, who just shrugged.
"Don't mention it." She replied with a smile, sitting down next to her. "Just any excuse to bitch Rowen out is good for me." She paused. "Have you told Erik yet?"
"Erik called me last night and broke up with me because of the little altercation with Shane a couple of nights ago." Amy revealed.
Jet's eyes got wide and she wrapped her arm around Amy's shoulders. "You poor thing. Nothing is going right lately, is it?" Amy shrugged. "Listen, don't worry about this whole Ian thing. It's not as bad as Rowen is making it out to be. All it is is a crush. Don't be afraid to leave a crush behind."
There was a loud pounding on the door and somebody, it sounded like Caitlin, rushed out to open it. "Amy, you got some visitors!" she called from the hall.
"We're here!" John called loudly and Amy jumped off the bed, running into the hall at full speed.
Both Adam and John caught her in a hug and she grinned at their excited expressions.
"We couldn't wait for you to get the tickets so we did on our way here." John said proudly, holding up the three airline tickets. "Go get packed and we're taking you home."
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(~Now I don't see; Things the way I did before; Can't stand to feel this way; Things I felt yesterday; Don't matter anymore; It doesn't make any sense; To feel so different day to day; Can't stand to feel this way; When nothing's changed except for me~)
"I don't think that went quite as plan." John commented as he and Adam watched Shane stalk ahead of them after the confrontation.
Shane spun around angrily and grabbed John by the shirt collar, slamming him up against a wall. "Why the hell can you never seem to keep your damn mouth shut?" He snapped. "How was I supposed to know that she'd come over here just to start screwing some steroid-taking jackass?"
John's eyes got wide and an irate look came over his face as he balled up his fists and punched Shane in the face. "You have no fucking right to say that. I mean you, of all people." He started, looking down at Shane as he held his nose. "And you cannot be mad that she's moved on because you had her and you lost her. Admit it Shane, you're the one that fucked up, not her." He dug around in his pockets to make sure he had the key to the hotel and practically stomped away from Shane, who was clutching his nose with watering eyes, and Adam who looked like he would start laughing at any given second.
"Shit." Shane exclaimed, watching him as he began walking, not towards the hotel, but in the same direction Amy went. "Well don't just stand there." He urged Adam. "Go get him and bring him back here or something."
"You go get him." Adam scoffed. "You think I want him breaking my nose too?"
Shane hit the ground in frustration and then winced as his fist made contact with the cement.
"Smart move." Adam muttered, walking away and leaving the once WCW owner on the ground, clutching his fist to his chest.
*~*~*
Amy opened her eyes slowly, and then shut them again as the bright light assaulted her eyes. "Don't wanna get up." She mumbled, hearing the ring of her cell phone pierce the otherwise silent apartment. Whoever it was, the person was relentless and she eventually reached over blindly and picked it up. "Hello?" She answered groggily.
"Amy is that you?" The person yelled into the phone, trying to be heard over the loud background noises.
She held the phone away from her ear momentarily and put it back. "Yeah. Who's this?"
"It's Vince McMahon." He replied. "I wanted to talk to you for a minute."
"Mr. McMahon, it's 7:30 in the morning here." She started. "Now I know you're on Eastern Time over there but I was still-"
"Linda and I really want you back in the company." Vince interrupted. "Just tell me why you left in the first place and I'll fix it to the best of my abilities but we were talking and we really don't want to lose you."
Amy propped her head up with her hand and listened to his proposal before replying. "It's not really something you'd be able to fix." She said honestly.
Vince's laugh boomed through the phone. "You forget who you're talking to. I can fix anything."
"It's the people on the roster in the company." Amy rushed out. "You can't fix them."
There was a minute of silence on the other end. "What kind of problem could you be having? You've never been anything but nice to anyone. Why on earth wouldn't they treat you the same?"
"You tell me." Amy muttered, changing the subject quickly. "Did you know Shane came over here to visit with Adam and John?"
"He mentioned something about swinging by." Vince started slowly. "How long has he been there though? I haven't heard from him in a couple of days and usually he calls at least once a day to make sure everything is okay." He listened to the silence on the other end and got concerned. "Amy, he didn't say or do anything to you, did he?"
"Not really." She said slowly. "Well actually he did but I don't really feel comfortable talking to you about it. You know, the whole you being his father thing and all. And I do appreciate you and Linda wanting me back in the company." She kept on. "But I don't think that I could do that right now. Too many altercations with the people backstage and even though they've probably forgot about it, I haven't."
Vince sighed. "Thank you for your complete honesty with me Amy. On behalf of the company I wish you luck in whatever it is you wish to pursue and if you ever want to come back don't hesitate to pick up the phone and give me a call."
"Thank you Vince." She said. "Best of luck to you." She swallowed dryly as she flipped the phone shut and fell back down on the pile of pillows with e heavy heart.
The truth was, she did want to go back to the company. She lived for the rush of adrenaline she got when performing for the crowd and taking that away would be like taking away a part of her. But there was no way she could go back after making such a big deal of her leaving. Nobody would let her live it down (if they even cared in the first place) and that'd just be more to deal with that, right now, she couldn't.
Amy reached over to pick up her phone again to call Vince back when something stopped her momentarily; nobody there would want her back and they'd be wanting her to fall flat on her face or something equally embarrassing. They'd want to see her fail and she had to prove them all wrong.
Because I'm not a quitter, she concluded silently to herself, looking around the room that had been her residence for the past few months. She quickly made her decision and punched in the number to the first person she could think of.
"Hello?" Adam answered sleepily.
"I'm coming back." Amy said, a giddy edge to her voice.
"You are?" He repeated slowly, letting reality sink in. "Amy, you're not just fucking with me are you? You're actually coming back."
"Yeah." She rushed out, a huge smile on her face. "I'm going back to the WWE." She listened as it sounded like Adam dropped the phone, and then muffled voices, and somebody came back onto the line.
"You're joining again?!" John exclaimed happily.
Amy nodded, even though they couldn't see her. "I'm packing all my stuff and catching the first flight back east with you guys."
"She's flying back with us!" John called back to Adam happily, getting back on the line with Amy. "Did you need us to come over and help you pack or anything?"
"We're good packers!" Adam yelled from the background, making it obvious to Amy that she had been put on speakerphone. "We've been doing it nearly the whole summer. We're like packing pros!"
Amy laughed. "Nah that's all right. I only have a few bags that should take twenty minutes at the most. I'll call the airport and get the tickets for tomorrow possibly and I'll call you guys later." She promised. "Bye." She smiled to herself and set the phone down when she heard somebody clearing his or her throat from the doorway.
"You're leaving?" Rowen asked slowly, making no attempt to step further into the room. He buried his hands in his pockets and looked at her expectantly, waiting for some response.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Probably some time tomorrow." She motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed and he obliged.
"Have you told Ian yet?" He questioned, looking around everywhere except at her.
"This is something I just decided on. You're the first person in the house that knows."
Rowen rolled his eyes. "I'm so lucky." He muttered sarcastically. "Why are you doing this to him?"
"Sorry, I think I missed something." Amy said. "What are you talking about?"
"Ian." He answered simply. "You crushed the guy when you left him before. Then you come parading back into his life and he takes a backseat to your current and ex-boyfriends staking claim to you because he wants to see you happy. Now he's getting used to having you around again and you're up and leaving. It's unbelievable."
Amy's mouth dropped open. "What?" She said dumbly, not fully comprehending what Rowen had just confessed.
"You heard me." Rowen snapped. "Pretty much you fucked around with Ian's mind and seemed to get a kick out of it, so you're a bitch."
"Rowen!" Jet exclaimed, walking past the door and skidding to a stop in front of Amy's opened room. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to Amy like that?" She demanded, resting her hands on her hips. "I have half a mind to kick your ass right now for being such a jackass to her."
"She's going back home." Rowen exclaimed.
Jet's eyes narrowed. "That's her own business." She stated evenly. "And Ian is a big boy. He can deal with it. If she wants to go back then nobody should be in her away."
Amy gave her a grateful smile and Ian left the room, muttering something under his breath. "Thank you." She said to Jet, who just shrugged.
"Don't mention it." She replied with a smile, sitting down next to her. "Just any excuse to bitch Rowen out is good for me." She paused. "Have you told Erik yet?"
"Erik called me last night and broke up with me because of the little altercation with Shane a couple of nights ago." Amy revealed.
Jet's eyes got wide and she wrapped her arm around Amy's shoulders. "You poor thing. Nothing is going right lately, is it?" Amy shrugged. "Listen, don't worry about this whole Ian thing. It's not as bad as Rowen is making it out to be. All it is is a crush. Don't be afraid to leave a crush behind."
There was a loud pounding on the door and somebody, it sounded like Caitlin, rushed out to open it. "Amy, you got some visitors!" she called from the hall.
"We're here!" John called loudly and Amy jumped off the bed, running into the hall at full speed.
Both Adam and John caught her in a hug and she grinned at their excited expressions.
"We couldn't wait for you to get the tickets so we did on our way here." John said proudly, holding up the three airline tickets. "Go get packed and we're taking you home."
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