Hello Hello! Here's Part 4, hope you like it.

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(( Part 4 ))

Amy swung open the heavy door, and kept it open with her foot as she threw her heavy luggage out into the hallway. She was already ten minutes late. After one last scan over her hotel room to make sure she didn't leave anything behind, the diva shut the door behind her and began dragging her luggage through the hallway.

As she reached the elevator, the small cell phone in her pocket began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Wow, you're still alive."

Amy laughed at the familiar, friendly voice on the other line. "Hi, Adam." She grinned slyly.

"Ames, where are you? I've been waiting here for 10 minutes already."

The elevator doors in front of her opened and she took a step forward to place her foot in the door so they wouldn't close. "Shit. Hold on, Adam." She placed the small phone between her ear and her shoulder while grabbing her luggage and rolling it all into the elevator. "Okay, sorry about that." She exhaled, pushing the button to the first floor. "I'm on my way down, alright?"

He released a deep, loud, over-exaggerated sigh, "Okay…"

She laughed, and hung up her phone right when the doors opened. And sure enough, straight ahead of her was the tall Canadian man who had been waiting patiently for her.

He noticed her immediately, and ran over quickly to help her with her stuff. "Why do women have so much stuff, anyways?" He said, taking a few of her bags in both hands.

"It's a girl thing." She smiled, shifting the last bag that was left onto her other shoulder, following Adam to the small SUV they'd be spending the day driving in.

As the two lingered outside, packing up the rental vehicle and joking with each other, they were completely unaware of the presence back inside the hotel. The presence that watched with shady eyes at the couple, pressing powerful clenched fists against the windowpane.

They had already been driving for a few hours, and the once light blue sky above was rapidly growing darker. The conversation that was going on was showing no signs on stopping, although both Amy and Adam were growing tired. But they were nowhere near their destination, and there was still plenty of driving to do.

"Adam," Amy sighed, unbuckling her seatbelt to throw on a sweatshirt, "Can we stop somewhere? I think the gas is running out."

Adam looked down through the steering wheel, the gas tank was almost empty. "Where should we stop?"

They simultaneously looked out each of their windows, but all that was to see for a few miles yet was dirt and rocks and trees. No one was on the road besides them, which was surprising since many of the Raw superstars needed to get to Illinois also.

"There's nothing out here." Amy spoke softly, "No wrestlers, no animals, no nothing."

Adam did not answer. He kept his eyes straight forward on the thin road as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Amy, I forgot to tell you."

The redhead jerked her head towards him, "Forgot to tell me what?"

"I took what I thought was a shortcut, but as it turns out it's taking us longer to get there then if we would've just taken the regular way. I'm not sure if I know where we are-"

"You what!" She exclaimed, locking her eyes on the blonde man next to her. But his eyes would not falter off the never-ending road ahead.

"There's a map in there," he nodded towards a small compartment next to Amy's seat. She peered down into the box, and pulled out a seemingly frequently used map. "We're on the road that I highlighted." He said.

She released a sigh of relief. "It looks like there's a small gas station ahead. The roads almost ending."

"Thank God!" The man exclaimed, finally letting his eyes wander for a moment over to the woman in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, Ames." He winked.

She laughed, and placed a hand on his muscular upper-arm, "That's okay. I'm the one that made us late anyways, aren't I?"

After another half hour or so of driving, the scenery ahead of them was becoming populated with more and more little houses and people. As she gazed out the window, Amy noticed a fairly old sign straight ahead. "Oh!" She exclaimed, "Adam, look. There's the gas station that's on the map."

The blonde man grinned and sped up to pull into the empty gas station. "We should be catching up to where most of the guys already went up at that exit." He informed her, removing the key from the ignition.

She nodded, and watched as he stepped out of the car and filled up the tank with gas. At first, she stayed huddled inside the car, remaining in the passenger seat. But after a minute or two of watching Adam linger outside with his hands shoved into his pockets, she decided to join him.

"Lonely?" The diva laughed as she stepped out of the vehicle and onto the gas-stained concrete.

"Ya know, it's colder out here then I expected." He said turning to her, smiling down upon her as she stood dangerously close to him.

The giddy diva laughed and nodded, "I noticed." There was a short silence as the two stood, hands shoved deeply into their pockets while keeping their eyes off of each other.

Amy felt a need to speak up, "Hey…Adam?"

"What?"

"Thanks for, um…letting me drive with you…" Her cold hands slipped out from the depths of her pockets, and she turned to look up at him. Immediately, he turned to look down at her. She watched his playful pinkish lips… Oh God, they were so close… "..And…" The redhead was no longer speaking conscious words. Small mumbles and murmurs were all that danced off her tongue. Her blood ran cold and her heart began to pound against her chest, her hazel eyes were locked on his lips…he was getting closer..

"..Um...I-" Her meaningless, throaty grumbles were cut short, and as the diva's eyes fluttered shut the blonde man lunged forward and finally closed the small distance between them.

She melted inside, just feeling the warmth of his lips upon hers.

Amy's pounding heart stopped beating completely, her legs turned to jell-o and she could barley stand, but that didn't matter, since she was floating away anyways. She felt is strong hand come up to run through her auburn hair. But just as she felt his tongue glide over her bottom lip, the gas pump made a clicking sound, signaling it was already filled.

Adam stepped back, a bewildered look in his eye, and began to nervously fumble with the gas pump.

Amy grazed her burning lips lightly with her fingers. She was still off floating away, and her jelly-like legs wobbled as they carried her back to the passenger seat of the car.

She watched through the foggy car window as the handsome man skipped into the gas station to pay for the gas. Her mind wouldn't stop spinning, and she found it incredibly hard to catch her breath.

Did she and Adam really just kiss?

It had only lasted a mere few seconds, but it felt like forever. They were just so close…she knew it was coming. She sighed in mixed emotion, running fingers through her long hair. Clearly, she had feelings for him. But…no. She wasn't ready for this. He deserved so much more, ..but she just wasn't ready.

The redhead jumped in her seat as the driver's seat door flung open and the blonde man hopped inside. "Sorry, Ames," He said cheerfully as if nothing had just happened, "Didn't mean to scare ya."

He dug out his keys from his pockets and nodded towards the wet roads ahead of them, "We should be catching up to the guys from here. Turns out my shortcut wasn't really a long cut either."

As he shoved the key into the ignition and sped off into the lightly populated roads, she leaned the opposite way towards the window, remaining deathly silent the whole way home.

As Amy slipped in and out of sleep, Adam finally pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. He pulled into a parking space and got out of the car and made his way to the trunk, unpacking all their bags and placing them on the ground. The redhead was now mostly awake, and as she pressed her forehead against the window, gazed out it.

Immediately, she noticed Randy Orton walking up to the sliding doors, pulling his luggage behind him. Meanwhile, Torrie was being carried by John across the concrete, only a few yards behind the Legend Killer.

She shook her head and opened the car door, swinging her legs around the side, and sturdily placing them upon the slick lot before standing. Adam had just shut the trunk, and was lifting them all onto his arms and shoulders.

Amy watched more a moment, shaking her head and releasing a small chuckle. Just because you're a wrestler doesn't mean you can do everything.

She skipped over to the blonde man, pretending nothing was wrong just as well as he was, and took two of her own bags into her arms and danced through the parking lot.

Adam stayed behind, laughing to himself and staring longingly at the redheaded woman. Soon, he managed to pick up the remaining bags and follow her as quickly as possible.

Amy stood nearby as the Canadian man paid for each of the two's hotel rooms. They had just earlier placed all their luggage onto a carrier, and she rolled it back and fourth while admiring the extravagant interior of the hotel.

Everything was absolutely huge. If she hadn't known any better, she'd say the ceiling was actually the last floor of the hotel it was up so high. A massive stone fireplace made it's spot towards the front of the lobby, and around it were some very big, and seemingly very expensive couches and chairs. Behind the fireplace a small gift shop was lit up with toys and t-shirts and candy of all types. Next to that was where the popular and very high rated bar/restaurant was. Which currently was populated with many WWE superstars.

As she heard Adam continue on with some small talk with the woman behind the desk, the diva looked towards the ceiling. Marble pillars held the whole place up, and the beautiful stones everywhere matched the expensive maroon carpet. Wooden crafts, mounted animals, and expensive arrangements of beautiful white flowers were beautifully placed here and there.

"I'm taking it you like it here,"

Amy's daydream scattered like bugs out of her mind and she turned to face the handsome smiling man. "It's beautiful," She commented, scanning the whole place over again.

Although the redhead was not totally paying attention to anything around her, nothing could have prepared her for what Adam did next.

The blonde man slipped a strong and sturdy arm around Amy's back, placing himself against her, his face only inches from hers. "So, hun, you up for a swim? I heard they have a hot tub down by the pool,"

She tried her hardest to find her breath, but the only thing that was produced from her lips were cut-off mumbles. "Adam.." She managed to finally speak, "I-I'm sorry, I just don't think I'm ready for this."

Adam's face totally dropped, and he released his arm from her back and nervously stepped away as a rosy blush stained his cheeks. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Ames." He grabbed his bags from the luggage carrier that was placed next to the woman and threw them over his shoulders, "I should've known better,"

He turned his back to her and walked quickly to the elevator, where he disappeared behind metal doors without even taking another glance at the redhead he left.

Amy released a long breath, wondering if she had just made a mistake. She flipped her fiery hair over her shoulder and grabbed the rest of her stuff off of the luggage carrier, deciding to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

After a few hours of unpacking, deciding what to wear for the house show, and a quick nap, Amy was finally ready to do anything she pleased. But instead of finding the fellow divas, she decided to stay back. And laid down on her fluffy bed to do some thinking.

Adam had obviously thought different about the kiss then she did. Well, in some ways, that is. He figured it was the beginning of something he'd waited so long for, the spark leading to the romantic era of their relationship.

She had thought it was just something that happened in the heat of the moment.

But Amy had figured that although they both thought the kiss they shared meant different, she knew they had felt the same during it.

She knew he had felt the same dreamy, passionate feelings.

The redhead sighed, realizing that she had made a wrong decision when telling Adam that she wasn't ready for a relationship. It broke her heart when she remembered the way his handsome face dropped.

This was enough. Amy finally had it. She couldn't let her past get in the way of her future. She had been letting it before, but she refused to let it win. Picking up her phone, she called Adam.

"Amy?" He said.

"Yea, it's me. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, but I didn't mean I wasn't ready for us. I meant I wasn't ready for the pool." She sucked in her lower lip momentarily, hoping that her bullshit story was believable.

"Oh! It was? Amy, I'm so sorry that I blew up like that! I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." His voice was frantic and nervous, and Amy couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you okay? You sound out of breath,"

"Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I was just working out, that's all. Anyways, you still up for a swim? The pools open until around eleven-thirty yet."

"Sure, I'd love to."

As Amy skipped into the practically empty pool room, she noticed Adam sitting on the side of the pool, a solemn look upon his face, his muscular legs in the water.

"Hey.." She said softly, sitting next to him and dipping her own legs into the water. "Why the sad face?"

The Canadian man looked over at his pretty woman friend. Her gorgeous hair cascading down on her tan shoulders, her dark bikini complementing her lovely skin. "Oh, no reason. I'm just a little tired. That's all."

For at least another hour after that, the two friends continued to talk and laugh as they always did when they were together. After some swimming, Amy decided it was time for her to leave, although she had no desire to. "I'm sorry, Adam, but it's getting a little late for me. I'm gonna head up, see you tomorrow morning, alright?"

Adam looked down at the redhead, seemingly disappointed. But he did not reject her decline. "Okay, Ames, thanks for coming down with me. Good night,"

She let the towel she had so casually wrapped around her waist fall, and with a sly smile waved back at Adam while walking away, "Sweet dreams."

Amy laughed to herself as she bounded up the staircase to her third floor room. As she quietly hummed a romantic tune to herself, she skipped down the hallway, suddenly slowing down when she noticed a small note attached to her door.

The redhead approached the door and studied the card. It was a cream colored envelope, with "Amy" written in simple black letters on the top. After looking around her, she tore the envelope off the door and stepped inside her hotel room.

As the lovely warmth emitting from the heater encased her, Amy sat upon her bed and slowly ripped open the envelope, and inside was a small note.

Her heart started beating franticly, and she placed her hand over her mouth, although it did nothing to muffle her cry. She crumpled up the note with all her might, and with wretched sobs ran out of her hotel room.

Back inside, the note was left laying upon the floor. In thick black writing on a small brownish piece of paper it read:

"Beautiful Amy-

Don't think I didn't see what happened with Adam earlier.

Stay away from him.

I mean it."

End of Part 3