Chapter 22 – Only Time Can Tell

Firstly of all I would like of you to wish Jessica AKA Shadow Shawnna a Happy Birthday! This update is in honour of her andI hope everybody enjoys it. I hope you all like this chapter. Only one to go and I'm done, I'm gonna drag it on for as long as I can, the last thing I want is to see this story come to and end. Read and review!
"I know that I'm quite obviously the last person that you'd wanna see, especially now, and today, the day of your wedding, but there wasn't a chance that I could let you take your walk down the aisle without apologizing to you, Ames. I just need you to know how truly sorry I am about everything that's happened throughout this year. I know that it'll probably take a while for you to be able to fully trust me again – especially around your husband –" she said with a slight giggle, and the redhead forced herself a laugh too. "I missed having you as a friend." The blonde woman said, a pitiful look washing over her face.

"I'm justso glad thatyou feel that way Trish," the redhead stated, a look of relief washing over her prettyface. "I really missed having you as a friend too. The whole time thatI needed somebody to talk to and nobody was there..I tried talking to some of the other girls..but.. it wasn't the same. Nobody can replace you as a best friend Trish." She concluded, with a small sigh on the blonde woman's part.

Trish hugged her former best friend tightly, somehow too scared to let her go, for a fear that she may leave her alone again.

"Well, Red…it looks like somebody here needs to start getting ready. You don't even have your dress on yet." Trish noted, her hands resting gently on her hips.

Trish pulled out a small digital camera and snapped pictures of the redhead in a white robe, curlers stuck in her hair, and no make up on. Trish then hugged the redhead and happily snapped pictures of the two of them together before helping her best friend into her wedding dress, which was nothing short of exquisite.

The top half was strapless and looked like a corset which Candice Michelle would no doubtlove to wear. Pink ribbon was threaded gently through the loops and intricate designs swirled all over the tight bodice. The skirt was white, and silken layers of pink mesh – the exact same shade as the silken ribbon – sat underneath the long skirt, as well as a well-place hula hoop, to keep the skirt in its large shape.

"You look gorgeous Amy." Trish stated, bringing her camera outand snapping excitedlyat her best friend again.

The two then pulled the velcrorollers out of Amy's hair, Trish snapping pictures of everything while gently rolling the various-sized curlers from her best friends hair. As the rollers were all removed, Trish gently pinned the top half of bouncy, bright red curls up, pinning them with discrete hair pins, and placing the tiara in front of her hair and then tucking the comb of the white and pink mesh veil – complete with matchingwhite and pink crystals – just underneath her mound of curls.

The blonde then tipped out the contents of seven full make up bags as Amy ran around the room looking for Aspirin and pouring herself and Trish glasses of cool water.

Amy then sat back down and pulled black eyeliner from the pile, lining the top and bottom rims of her eyes with it, as Trish Stratus put skin-toned eye shadow on her eyelid, extending it all the way to the beginning of her eyebrows. Trish then applied a white eye shadow over her whole eyelid and topped it off with a baby pink that only came up to the crease of her eyelid. Amy took the Aspirin, washing it down with the glass of water preparing herself for the headache that the awaiting false eyelashes would undoubtledlygive her. Trish stuck the false eyelashes onto Amy's real ones, leaving them to dry whilst she put chapstick on the redhead's lips. Amy then spread an almost sheer foundation over her face, dotting concealer under her eyes and over any blemishes, waiting for it to dry, before dusting herself with a translucent loose powder, and rubbing bronzing pearls into her cheeks. Trish then lined the redheaded woman's lips with an almost-transparent nude lipliner, filling in her lips too, and then gliding a shimmery pink gloss on her lips.

Trish reached into her bag again and snapped more pictures of the bride and left the room.

Seven minutes later at exactly 10:30 a.m., when all had been said and done, the redhead, affectionately known as Lita, took her walk down the aisle, a smile on her face as she glided, beaming at everybody.

She walked slowly, the smile on her face never faltering. With every step that she took, she was a step closer to a brand-new clean slate with John.

Randy Orton looked sadly at her. He didn't want to break the news to her, but it came with the territory of Best Man. "The groom's gone." He sighed, his eyes on the redhead. "John left you a note Amy, but he isn't coming back." He watched as the redhead sighed, her eyes immediately filling with tears.

He sadly passed the note into her awaiting hands. Her eyes filled with tears again, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, her eyeliner streaming down her tear-streaked face.

She read the note.

Amy.

I love you, but I'm not in love with you anymore. I don't think I can do this with you anymore. You were right when you said it wasn't meant to happen with us again, I guess that I was just too stupid to listen. Sorry I couldn't be your Romeo. If we were two different people.. then maybe things could have been different.. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

John Cena.

She tore the note to shreds and ripped the diamond engagement ring and diamond-studded wedding band off her fingers, glaring angrily at them.

She fisted the rings and threw them downwards, at the floor.

…and then she was gone. She ran out of that church and never looked back…would she see him again..?

Only time would tell.