A/N: Ok, I'm back with another chapter and am hoping ya'll like it. Thanks to tiears for being one of my most faithful reviewers. Also, a big thanks goes out to coors1977 for giving me an awesome review. I'm happy you like it and yes, I am a little inexperienced and thank-you for letting me know. Anyways, hopefully this will all be able to get into your head. This is occurring the morning after her little surprise, if you remember what that was. Ok, I defiantly need to shut up now.
Amy awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, lawn mowers, and the sound of young children laughing as they played their little made up games. She at first opened her eyes to see nothing but vivid colors of light, so she kept blinking her eyes until she could see the golden rays of the sun enter into her room. She smiled and thought to herself that this was a wonderful day to just rest and take a walk.
She slowly started to put her hands on both sides of her body as she let the muscles in her arms assist her in getting up out of her bed. She got up, and looking at her oak wood nightstand, she saw a tiny piece of sticky note paper on it.
She gasped remembering the sudden occurrences of last night, letting everything run through her mind. She ended with a shrug not wanting to remember that her best friend had put her through hell this whole time. But was he really her best friend? She hadn't seen him in about two years, and the fact that he almost killed her made his standings worse.
She knew that some day she would have to step up to the fact that her best friend wasn't loyal to her. 'But he loves you Amy, how can you not see that?' Another voice came to her head, 'How can you trust him? He is, after all, the person who could have caused you your death.'
Amy did not want to deal with the incessant thoughts running through her head. She just wanted to get undressed and take a shower.
Beforehand, Amy decided in opening her window to get some fresh air. She walked over to her window and carefully pulled back her white lace curtains with a simple touch. She unlatched the locks on he window and she slowly pulled on it, or must I say, tugged on it with all of her strength.
She felt the aura of the cool breeze touch her face in a gentle way, like the feeling of being caressed by a loving person. A light bunch of tears started to form in her eyes, but she was strong and she could hold them back.
She tightly grasped the tiny strings on her night gown and pulled it lightly over her head, revealing her bare body. She then walked over to her bathroom, opened the door, and entered, leaving behind an empty dominion. She closed the door and followed by turning on the faucet to the bath. She waited a few seconds for the ice cold water to turn warm.
She stepped in feeling the warmth of the water running on her toes and then the rest of her foot. She rushed in closing the curtains and then pulled the little devise on top of the faucet. It trigged the shower head, and nice warm water started to come out of it. Her thoughts receded as she felt the warmth of the water wash over her body, washing away all the pain and misfortunes she had been through over the past week. She took a small towel and rubbed her Bath and Body Works, Coconut Lime soap, into the towel.
She softly started rubbing the towel in a circular way around her stomach, enjoying the sensation it gave her.
She then thought to herself, 'That's exactly what Matt used to do with you. He'd make you clam by circling his finger around your stomach.'
The pain he had put her through came back to her. She thought he loved her, but he obviously didn't if he paid Trish to have sex with him. She started to cry but fought back her tears.
About ten to fifteen minutes later, she got out of the shower. When she had been in the shower she had remembered that she was supposed to be going on a date with Chris Jericho. She noticed that when she was with him, he made her feel complete. He gave and showed her love and affection that no other possible man could have given her. That even included Matt.
She decided that if she wanted to look like the most magnificent, most beautiful lady Chris had ever met, that she was going to call Stacy and ask her to come over with a few dresses.
It felt like hours. Every time Amy would look up at the clock she thought it had turned back in time. She felt quarantined inside her home. There had been some moments when she thought she had heard something, but sometimes it was just her imagination. At least she thought that.
"Amy, you look absolutely gorgeous!"
Amy stepped out of her bathroom to reveal what looked like somebody you would hear of from a fairytale. She wore a short pink, light blue, light green, and light yellow dress that had the colors mixed together. She looked like a real life fairy. Stacy had curled her hair to make her look like she was a goddess. The curls were in actual perfection, each one wound like little curly strings of confetti, except in a larger form. She had light pink eye shadow, and dark black eyeliner on. On both sides of her eyes there was pink glitter, which made her sparkle in the light. Stacy had perfected Amy's look by putting a powdered makeup on her that made her face glow.
No, she didn't only look like a fairy or a goddess, she looked like an angel. Stacy had never seen her look this beautiful before.
It was around a quarter to seven before Chris came to pick Amy up. When he saw her, she could see his face light up with a big smile. But, deep in her mind a thought popped up into her head.
Did she really love Chris, or would she pick him over somebody who had been watching her?
She glanced back through her back window before she closed the front door. He was standing there, giving her a mischievous look, wandering her body with his eyes. She couldn't help but notice that he had died his hair brown and had had no color in it. Maybe he had changed into a different man. He then smiled, noticing that she was looking straight into his eyes though they wandered about.
She smiled back, a beautiful white toothed smile.
Was she falling for a man that she hadn't seen in over two years?
Was she actually falling for…him?
"Amy are you okay," she heard Chris ask.
"oOo…yea I'm fine Chris. Don't worry, I'm coming."
She turned back around but did not see a single thing standing inside of the threshold of the back door. She just noticed that it was wide open, letting the steady, cold wind blow into her house. She just shrugged it off and shut the door tight.
A/N: Sorry, but I couldn't help it! I didn't want to tell you yet! I'm so surprised ya'll haven't found out who it is yet! OOo…and I had also wanted to let ya'll know that I'm sorry for the lack of updates. It's just that school had started back up again, and that yesterday I practically passed out and couldn't really see anything. Please forgive, and R&R!!!!!!!
