Hello again guys! I was deciding to wait this one out a little longer..but after reading all you're AWESOME reviews i decided id sneak this one in a little early for ya! (just because i luv ya so much, and id like everyone to get a better taste of the story.)
HardyTrishFan-I haven't really noticed that Amys always the one to be picked on. But I myself have written other stories where Trish and Jeff are 'picked on' lol :) This is my first fic with Amy (or someone else besides Trish n Jeff) as the main character.
Davidl-Yes, now that my computer is FINALLY fixed..updates will be very frequent and this story is sure to continue. And also, expect more stories soon after this one has gotten pretty far through. (I'm only on chapter 4 guys, so the end is nowhere near!)
THANK YOU SOOOOOOO SOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOOO SOOOO MUCH for all the awesome reviews, guys! I love reviews..they make a writer want to write more and more lol! Well, here's part 2! I hope you like it..the end of this chapteris kinda hinting at stuff thats upcoming later in the story (if u know what i mean). Hey, this fic is about someone haunting/stalking Amy, isnt it? ;)
(( >>Part 2 ))
With a heavy sigh, the sassy redhead walked through the seemingly long hallway to the Diva's locker room. She was tiered, and she had let her mind reminisce earlier, although she had hoped not to. So now, all those painful memories were stuck fresh in her memory and they refused to leave. They were all so vivid, the memories. Sometimes, if she concentrated enough, she could still feel his skin brushing against hers..
She shook the thought out of her head, and pushed through the door to the locker room. Raw was over, and she was coming to get Trish so the two could get ready for the night together. As she walked inside, she spotted Trish randomly laying on the ground talking on her cell phone. The redhead giggled and sat down close to her friend, and after listening to her conversation for a little while she realized the blonde was on the phone with Jeff.
Amy laid back, and started thinking to herself. She wished love could just be that easy. Trish and Jeff were so much in love with each other, everybody could easily see it. Maybe love wouldn't be so hard for her if he wouldn't have happened. The way he took total control over her mind, manipulating her into thinking all the wrong thoughts. After a while, every independent thought she had was washed away, along with her dignity. The diva had lost herself, and was nowhere to be found. But she had loved him, she really did.
Amy once again snapped out of her thoughts as Trish ended her conversation, "I'll see you in a little bit, baby. I love you, too. Bye."
Amy's piercing eyes scattered away from Trish's and rose towards the dull, white ceiling. "You're lucky. Love comes really easy for you, doesn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" Trish put her cell phone aside and looked over at her friend.
"You and Jeff are perfect for each other. You never fight or get mad at each other, and I'm sure he never hurts you in any way." She tried to hide it, but failed in the attempt. Tears starting gathering at the corners of her eyes.
"Amy," Trish said softly, "Jeff and I love each other very much, but that doesn't mean we're perfect. We fight all the time like normal couples do. Look, I know that it's the anniversary of that night. And I know you're wounds are still very fresh. But you're a beautiful, wonderful, smart person, Amy. Any man would be the luckiest person on earth to have you. Don't worry, someone will sweep you off you're feet soon enough."
"Just like he did?"
Trish sat up and looked down at her perplexed friend, who's tears were now very visible. "Oh…Amy.." She said, taking the redhead into her arms. "Don't you worry, everything will be okay."
Amy cried softly into her friend's arm, letting all her tears soak into her shirt. Trish was doing all she could to understand, but she really didn't. No one did. Once again, she felt all alone. And quite frankly, she was. She had everyone to talk to, but no one to understand. No one to give her heart to. No one to be there.
Trish continued to cradle Amy in her arms, whispering into her hair, "Everything will always be okay."
"You just go ahead and get ready, Ames." Trish called through the bathroom door, "I'm just gonna go talk to Jeff for a second."
"Alright!"
The blonde Woman's champ walked briskly through the hotel hallways, on her way to her own hotel room. Not bothering to knock, she swiped her keycard and barged into the room. She heard the running water from the bathroom and realized Jeff was in the shower. She knocked on the door and came in at the same moment, the steam from the hot water encasing her.
"Baby? It's just me." She called, sitting on the sink as she gazed at the heavy, glass doors of the shower.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Amy?" He asked, dipping his dark purplish-red hair under the jets.
"Yeah, I was before. I just came to talk to you," Her voice grew quiet, and she knew Jeff could barley hear her. But the blonde did not have any more strength to make her voice grow louder.
The water shut off and Jeff grabbed a large white towel, wrapping it around his waist. He opened the door only a little, and peered at the little blonde. "What's wrong?"
"It…it's Amy," Her lips quivered, and she ran a hand through her long blonde locks, trying her hardest to find her voice. "She had a total breakdown today, and I'm worried about her."
With a look of concern upon his face, the younger Hardy stepped out of the shower and brought the small woman into his arms. "What happened?"
"I was talking to you ..on the phone," She managed between small, quick sobs, "She came in.. and started talking about love.. I told her someone would fall in love with her again. ..And she said 'Just like he did?'… She wouldn't stop crying, Jeff. I feel terrible."
"Just give her a little time, Trish." The Hardy replied softly, rubbing the still moist skin of his arms against her back. "She's still weak, we can all tell. I'd just keep an eye on her and act like everything's okay, alright?"
The blonde nodded, although she felt inside as if Jeff's laid-back ways weren't right this time. The last thing Amy needed was everyone watching her, and acting as if nothing is wrong, when that couldn't be further from the truth.
Trish kept her eyes locked on the rearview mirror as she sat shifting every so often in the passenger seat of her and Jeff's rental car. Jeff was driving to the local bar where they were meeting the rest of the Raw roster. Amy was sitting in back, gazing out the window, and Trish couldn't stop watching her.
Jeff may have noticed, since he himself kept checking on Trish and giving her a slight unnoticeable nudge whenever he caught her watching. But even after, she'd continue to watch. The once sassy redhead was sitting against the door with her chin in her hand, staring with a blank expression out the window.
Trish had already realized long before that even though she didn't agree with Jeff's advice, she wouldn't stop watching Amy. She soaked in her physical appearance, the way she was dressed in casual jeans and a red top, the way she moved, the solemn blank expressions on her pretty face.
Jeff pulled the car into the heavily populated parking lot of the bar and opened the car doors for both woman, pulling Trish aside as Amy entered the bar. "What were you doing?" he whispered fiercely into her hair. "I know I said keep an eye on her, but I didn't mean it like that."
"I know, I'm sorry." the diva replied, "I just couldn't help it."
The colorful Hardy opened the glass door, and the couple stepped inside. Immediately, they noticed several members of the Raw roster scattered around the bar, but Amy was nowhere in sight.
"Well, try to help it, Trish," Jeff said as he waved over to Chris Jericho and Christian who were no heading towards them, "The last thing Amy needs is someone practically stalking her."
The blonde's eyes widened and she quickly jerked her head up towards him, offering the Hardy an expression of shock.
"I didn't mean it like that," He stuttered, "You know what I meant."
Before anything more could be said, Chris and Christian had finally made their way over to the couple. Jeff began a conversation with the two, and Trish remained clutched to his side with her arm under his as she scanned the bar. It was like Amy had suddenly disappeared. As she shifted, the Diva noticed a head full of red hair sitting in a booth by themselves. The blonde perched herself on her tiptoes to look over all the heads, and she realized the lonely redhead was Amy.
"Jeff.." Trish whispered, tugging at Jeff's jacket and not keeping her eyes off Amy. "Jeff, look. Amy's all alone."
The three men turned their heads in the direction Trish was looking to see Amy sitting in one of the many red booths with a sad look in her eyes.
"Go talk to her, Trish." Jeff said, nudging the small blonde, "I'll catch up to you later."
Both of the Canadian blonds offered Jeff perplexed expressions as Trish walked away, but all the Hardy could do was shrug. After all, it didn't really make sense to him either.
The Canadian woman pushed her way through the thick, sweaty crowds of people as she tried with little success to keep her eye on Amy's booth. The bar was extremely loud, and hoards of people were dancing and drunk, acting as if they hadn't a care in the world, knocking over other people, lights, and decorations.
Trish squeezed her way through the last few people and ran into the table with a gasp. The redhead jumped, and stared at Trish with an arched brow.
"It's really crowded in here," Trish smiled with a light-hearted laugh, sliding into the booth next to her friend, "Why you sittin' here alone, Ames? Don't you want something to drink?"
"I'm not really in the mood," The Diva replied, her eyes scattering away from Trish's. "No one's really here for me to talk to, anyways."
"There's tons of people, Li! What are you talking about?"
Amy shook her head, "Everyone I could talk to is with someone else."
"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" Trish scooted closer still to Amy, and smiled as brightly as she could.
"Yeah, for now. Soon you'll go off with everyone else."
The tone in her voice became softer. "Well, you can too."
The redhead looked up at her friend, "No, it's alright, Trish." She spoke softly, "If someone wants to talk to me, they can come and talk to me. But I don't think I'm going to go out of my way to talk to someone tonight."
Trish nodded, even though she didn't really understand. "I'm gonna go find Jeff, alright? I'll see you in a little while,"
Amy smiled weakly, and Trish patted her friend's hand as she slid out of the booth and plopped onto the ground. Easily becoming annoyed with the obnoxious bar hoppers, the diva pushed aside any person who dare bump into her or stand in her way as she walked to the bar.
Immediately, she noticed both Chris and Christian as she approached the bar, but now it was Jeff who had disappeared. Trish looked around curiously, then turned back to the blonde men, who had not yet noticed her. "Where'd Jeff go?"
Chris looked down at his drink and swirled it around, then looked up to met Trish's eyes, "He went by Matt." He said coolly, nodding towards the dance floor.
Trish wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans and quickly said a thank you, keeping her eyes out into the crowds of people on the dance floor. As she spotted both Hardy brothers, she took a step towards them but was stopped when she felt a hand on her lower arm. She look back, and met Christian's eyes.
"Trish, what's wrong with Amy?" His voice was drowning in concern for the redhead, and as she looked at Chris she realized his expression read the same.
"I…I don't really know, guys." She stuttered, "I guess she's just starting to feel really lonely."
Simultaneously, both men turned to look at the little redhead, but Trish kept her eyes down towards the ground.
Since her eyes were down, she did not see the smile on both men's faces, but she did hear Chris Jericho's light laughter, "She doesn't look so lonely to me."
Trish eyed him curiously with a furrowed brow, then turned back to Amy. She wasn't alone in the booth any longer. Adam was sitting dangerously close to her, making her laugh and giggle as he usually did. After a few blinks, the blonde finally excepted the fact that Amy actually looked like she was having a good time with another man.
She looked out into the crowd, and noticed Jeff immediately. "Jeff!" She called, and waved him over. But he couldn't hear her, and was too busy talking to his elder brother to care. She motioned over to the direction of Amy's booth, and his gaze followed. Trish watched with a warm grin at Jeff's expression once he saw Amy.
He turned back to his girlfriend and shrugged, then added a little wink.
Trish turned back to her fellow Canadian blondes, but it was Chris who began speaking first. "God…it's about time. Adam has liked Amy for the longest time,"
The little diva gazed with wide eyes up at the man, "What?"
He turned to Christian, "Yeah, when did he first tell us, man? Was it, what..9, 10 months ago?"
Christian nodded, "That seems right to me. And he liked her even before that, too."
Trish didn't respond, she just smiled inside and changed the topic as casually as possible. Maybe this was the glimmer of hope Amy needed, in the form of the perfect man.
An hour or so later, Trish had joined Jeff and some of the other wrestlers on the dance floor. Although the music usually swept her away, the woman couldn't help but think about Amy constantly. She just looked so happy now, sitting there laughing with Adam, with her perfect her hair swaying from side to side.
Her thoughts quickly demolished when she felt a cold hand on her arm. Her chocolate eyes raise to meet Christian's, and he nodded over towards Amy. "Where'd Adam go?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"He's right over-" Trish turned and pointed to Amy's booth, but she was now alone, and the little redhead looked sadder then before.
The Woman's champ sighed, and placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head at what she saw. She began walking over to Amy, and when she realized that the redhead was crying, her pace suddenly quickened.
"Amy..?" Trish dashed into the booth and looked curiously at her friend, "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did Adam do something?"
The determined Amy wiped the tears and mascara trails from her cheeks, "No, no. It's not Adam, he's getting something out of his car. It's just…as we were talking..I..I realized something.." She laid her hands in her lap and looked solemnly down at the table, "I'm so vulnerable again, Trish. I feel like no one is here for me, and no one ever understands…"
"Amy…it's okay."
"No. No it's not." The woman fiercely cut her off, "Don't you get it, Trish? This was exactly how I was when I fell in love with him. And I don't want anything to happen like that ever again."
"Stop worrying, honey." Trish spoke as softly as she could. "You two are friends now. What happened those years ago was just…a misunderstanding. That was the past, you can move on."
"It's not him." She sobbed, "It's just…I can't.."
Trish furrowed a brow, "Can't what?"
Before Amy could reply, Adam had returned from the parking lot and noticed his 'crush' crying. "Li?" he asked, scooting into the booth with a deep emotional expression on his face. He placed an arm around her and tried to pull her closer, but she remained steady in her spot.
"I'm okay, Adam." She reached a hand and placed it on his shoulder, looking deeply into his eyes. Her tears were now gone, and her pretty smile was back on her face. "It was a happy cry, that's all."
Trish watched as the two began chatting and laughing as if Adam had never left, and Amy didn't just have a breakdown. She studied them carefully, realizing it didn't matter where she went since they didn't really realize she was there.
Although she had a strong desire to, Trish decided that even though they wouldn't have noticed her listening to their conversation, it's best she leave the two alone. She slid out of the booth and landed on the floor with a heavy plop. Why did Amy act so differently around Adam? And why didn't she tell Adam what really was wrong?
Trish sighed, and took a seat at the bar while ordering a drink. A few minutes later, as it was places in front of her, the blonde began to think. Around Adam, Amy was always happy and smiling and just glowing. She'd talk to him when no one else was listening. And she always seemed so happy after they'd talk.
The blonde stopped suddenly in the middle of her thoughts. Wait a minute.. She turned towards the corner booth the couple was supposed to be occupying, but they were no where in sight. Through a large window towards the back of the bar, Trish could see Adam's car exiting the parking lot. They had left together. Trish sucked her lower lip into her mouth momentarily and thought to herself.
Was Amy in love with Adam?
The little redhead giggled as she rested her head on her chin and shifted herself so she could stare at the lovely blonde man as he drove down the dark, slick streets. She was growing tired, and Adam had offered to take her home. A lot of wrestlers had already left, anyways. As usual, there was more driving that needed to be done tomorrow.
Amy studied him carefully, and followed little imaginary lines that traced the handsome features of his face. Adam was always so kind. He was there for her when no one else was. As she gazed at him longingly, he suddenly turned to her and spoke, "Happy Anniversary,"
Her eyes widened tremendously and choked on the breath in her throat. Was he trying to remind her? "What?"
"I was thinking last night, and I realized it's been six years today since I met you," He offered her a sly smile, then returned his eyes back to the road ahead.
"Oh," Amy released an inner sigh of relief, "A week before WrestleMania," she recalled.
He nodded and his voice grew quiet, into nothing more then a mere whisper. "I'll never forget that night,"
Amy said nothing else, and neither did Adam. Each of them sat silently reminiscing about that night, grinning widely at every detail. Soon, they reached the hotel and Adam helped his friend out of the car, leading her arm in arm to her hotel room.
As they finally reached Amy's hotel room, Adam stood and watched as the lovely redhead swiped the keycard and opened the door slightly. She entered the room halfway, but stopped and turned to him, leaning her head against the door frame. "Thanks so much, Adam," she spoke softly, "Oh, and Happy Anniversary."
The tall Canadian mad stood frozen to his spot as he watched the door close in front of him. He chuckled to himself, then as he shoved his hands into his pockets, walked away shaking his head.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Amy collapsed onto her bed and laid there, the biggest grin upon her pretty face. She had figured that spending her night at the bar while she could be resting peacefully wasn't going to be any treat, but then again, she didn't want to leave all her friends out in the cold when they had asked her to go.
At first, she wasn't going to, but in the end, she was glad she did.
With a happy sigh, the diva slid off the bed and danced her way into the bathroom, where she took another long, well needed shower to clam her ecstatic nerves. After she was out, Amy wrapped a towel around herself and opened the bathroom door, letting the steam dissolve into the cool air on the other side.
As she exited the bathroom, there was a light knock on the door. "Hold on a minute!" The redhead called, wondering just who would be knocking on her door this late into the night.
Clutching the towel even more tightly around her, Amy opened the door but no one was on the other side. "Hello?" She called into the hallway, looking down both ways. But no one was anywhere in sight. She was about to close the door, when she noticed something by her feet.
She looked down to see a blossoming rose as red as her hair. She picked it up gently, holding it in her hands. There was no card, no letter, no anything. At first, she thought someone may have dropped it and it rolled over to her door. But then who would've knocked? Mostly everyone knew she didn't like flowers anymore.
She shrugged, and walked back into her room, still staring down at the beautiful flower.
Adam.
Earlier, he mentioned their sixth Anniversary since the day they met. He must've left it for her. Amy giggled to herself, thinking she had figured everything out. She bounced into the bed and dialed his number. After three rings, the Canadian man finally picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He answered sheepishly, followed by a yawn.
"Adam? It's Amy. Did I wake you up?"
"Amy? Yeah, I was sleeping. Is something wrong?" Suddenly, he became more alert.
Amy sucked in her lower lip, wondering if she should just save her breath and not ask him about the flower. "Umm..no. But did you..drop a flower off for me?"
There was a short pause on the other line, "No. I've been sleeping ever since we got back. Why?"
"Oh, I think Jeff dropped a flower off for me or something. And I was just wondering if it was you, or if you knew it was him or not."
"Well, it wasn't Jeff." He said casually, "Jeff's still at the club with Trish and a few others. I don't know who sent you that flower, Ames, but I don't think it's anyone who was at the bar tonight, since anyone who would send you a flower is still there."
Amy sighed in frustration and ran her fingers through her hair, "Well, I'll let you go, Adam. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"Don't worry about it, Li. Good night,"
"Bye.."
She hung up the phone and held her head in her hands. Who would have sent her a flower? It wasn't Jeff or Adam or anyone like that. She looked down at the flower that hung limp in her hands, and then chucked it across the room.
He always used to give her flowers.