..lol i'm sorry guys. I have no idea why its taking me so long to write/update this fic. Its been one of my most favorite and successful stories yet I keep getting all these other funky ideas in my head and i get distracted. so sorry!

but im back with another chapter! This is one longer than the last, and the answer to the clifhanger! (sorry for leaving it like that for so long!)

I have no idea when the next update is going to be, but until then look for my many other fics that ill have coming out. (they include: jeff hardy/christy hemme, john cena/oc, jeff hardy/candace michelle, and lots more)

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- candy

(( Chapter 11 ))

Adam stood frozen in his spot, his eyes wide with a stunned fear. His silence stayed throughout the short period of time as the officers cuffed him, but he didn't seem to notice. Around him, his friends stood awestruck and confused, wondering why in the world their best friend would do this to them..

But as soon as the officers tried to move him from his spot, the Canadian reacted immediately. "..it wasn't me! I swear on my life it wasn't.. I wouldn't do that to my best friends.. C'mon, guys, you gotta believe me.."

Amy shook her head, disbelief obviously apparent in her features, but soon, it was faded and replaced by an overwhelming sadness.

She had thought he loved her.. She really did.

"Amy.. Please, don't let them take me.. Amy, you know it wasn't me.."

The cries he pleaded fell upon the woman's deaf ears. But his eyes..

His eyes spoke something different.

They screamed in fear of the crime they did not commit. And Amy couldn't help but notice the anger he was holding back. He had every right to strike out. ..but he didn't.

He wouldn't do this to her.

He loved her too much.

"Wait."

The officers froze in the middle of speaking Adam's rights, and all eyes turned to her direction.

"It wasn't him,"

A dead silence fell within them. John glanced at Jeff, who - along with Trish - had his eyes locked upon the redhead.

"He couldn't have been able to do it. I was with him for part of the time Jeff and John were down here. ..besides, he'd have no reason to."

She had been half-expecting him to break out into an all out smile, but he did not. The officers standing among them glanced quizzically at each other, but still didn't bother to un-cuff him.

"You have no evidence it was him," Amy barked, "You can't keep him if he didn't do anything."

Releasing a long sigh, one of the few officers took off the cuffs and slipped Adam's sore wrists out of them. While they turned to speak to him, the blonde man darted off and ran into Amy's arms.

"Oh God, Amy.." His words muffled into her shoulder as he tangled his fingers through her already matted hair. "I didn't do anything to you.. I would never.."

"I know, Adam." The woman spoke softly, closing her eyes to shut back the tears she had already cried enough of. "I know.."

She paused for a moment, burying her face into his shoulder so she wouldn't have to face the quizzical expressions of her friends as they stood encircling the couple. "Hey.. Adam?"

He picked his blonde head up, running his fingers down her cheek. "Yeah? What do you need? Is something wrong?"

Amy let out a light hum with her smile, as she shook her head. "No, no.. Can I -- stay with you? Just for tonight?"

At first, a slow and dead silence fell all around them, Amy's words ringing through the emptiness. But Adam was quick to break it.

"Sure, sweetie.." he smiled softly. "Anything."

Whispering a barley existent "thanks", Adam wrapped his arms around her frame, and together, the pair walked back up the stairs and to Adam's room, leaving all else behind.

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Trish sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her lap, staring down at the dull carpet of their hotel room. Just yesterday, she had witnessed Amy have yet another break down, for reasons that were still unknown. Luckily, Adam was there to take care of the redhead. And soon enough Jeff had come along to take Trish home again.

And even earlier today, when Jeff and John were attacked, and Adam almost taken away by the police. That was the lastthing they needed.

Poor Amy, she had been through so much lately. This unknown stalker was beginning to get out of hand, following her everywhere she went just to drop off notes and flowers, tormenting her mentally. And she was blocking off the man that loved her most. Adam.

The sassy diva set up walls around herself during her recovery. And although Adam was trying, he couldn't get them to break down. It could have been working, if this stalker hadn't come around.

And now the powerful effects of everything were taking their toll on Trish, too. But she couldn't let Amy see that. No. She had to be strong in front of her friend. Strong and brave, so she could seem as believable as possible when she told Amy that everything was fine, and she'd be alright.

Trish looked up momentarily as the bathroom door opened, visually soaking up Jeff's image as he walked out, a towel over his shoulder. His bare chest slick with wetness from the shower, his colorful dark hair disheveled, his baggy pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Trish's deep brown eyes scattered away, and she sighed deeply once again, burying her face into her hands.

Jeff must've noticed this, since he quickly approached the blonde and placed a gentle hand on her thigh. "You okay?"

She looked up at him, and forced a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

The younger Hardy placed a hand under her chin, turning her pretty face towards his. "Hey, you don't have to worry about Amy, alright? She's got Adam to take care of her tonight,"

She smiled, forcing herself not to fall into his arms. After all, she didn't need him worrying about her anymore then he already was. "Okay," Her voice below a whisper.

Jeff scooted back into the middle of the bed and laid down, his arms behind him as an extra pillow, offering the blonde a devilish smile when she looked back at him.

Soon, she did as she usually did, and joined him. Crawling up his body, her muscles tensing as his moist skin brushed against hers. The couple wrapped their arms around each other, and Jeff planted a light kiss on his girlfriend's forehead.

"What do ya say we take your mind off things, hm?"

Her response was a light giggle as he hovered over her, continuing to place feather-light kisses on her hairline, then trailing a hot path down to her collarbone.

She gripped his shoulder as he slid the thin strap of the gray tank top she was wearing off her shoulder, replacing it with more kisses.

"Jeff.."

He ignored her lustful plea, and began to slide his fingers up under her midriff top. The blonde's muscles jumped at his touch, and she brought her other hand up to cup his face in her hands, brining it towards her own.

At first they kissed slowly, something Trish realized they hadn't done so passionately in a while. She felt his tongue swoop over her bottom lip, and she welcomed it, teasing it with her own.

She brought her hand back, running his wet hair through her petite fingers, and with her other hand gently brushed her fingernails over the arm that he was currently using to hold himself up with.

The woman released a small whimper as he broke the kiss, and moaned when he began to nip at the tan skin on her neck.

Jeff grazed his lips lightly with Trish's, and he settled heavily into the little blonde.

A chill swept over her as he began to worship her throat, adorning it with soft and hard nips and kisses. She locked her legs around his waist, wanting to be as far into him as she could be.

She released a moan, just feeling his incredible hardness pressing against her.

Trish ran her fingers over the skin of his upper body, jolting as she felt his nips and kisses trail down even further to the tops of her breasts.

She locked her legs around him tighter still, grabbing the back of his colorful head and pressing him harder into her chest.

Suddenly, as Jeff continued to go lower, Trish stopped.

Even though Trish had promised herself earlier that this night would be for them and them alone, she couldn't help the sting of worry and regret as it swept through her body. They shouldn't be doing this. Not when Amy was in another one of her frantic states. What if Amy was hurt and Adam had called or tried to stop by? Jeff had shut off the phone earlier, and they wouldn't be able to hear anything if he knocked on the door. They couldn't be doing this. No. Not now.

The blonde unlocked her legs from around Jeff's waist and pushed him off of her, avoiding the hurt she knew she'd see in his eyes. "Jeff .. I'm sorry. I - I can't."

He seemed disappointed, but not surprised. "I figured something wasn't right. Trish, what's wrong?"

Trish rested her head on Jeff's chest, feeling much more calm now that his arms were bound around her. "It's Ames," She sniffed, "I can't stop worrying about her,"

Jeff released a sigh into her hair, his heart breaking at her quiet sobs. "I know, baby, I know.. It's hard, isn't it?"

He felt her nod against his chest.

"It's hard for me, too. And it's hard for Adam and you and everyone else that's close to Amy. But she's lucky to have you at her side, Trish. I don't know what she'd do without you."

"I know, Jeff. But it's killing me to see her have those breakdowns at any moment. ..then I have to - to be the one to calm her down.. And tell her that nothing - nothing's wrong when that couldn't be further from the truth.."

Her voice cracked, and her sobs continued more harshly. Jeff hugged the blonde tighter, as if it'd stop her little trembling body from shaking. "You don't have to pretend to be strong, Trish.."

"Good .. 'cause I'm completely falling apart.."