Disclaimer: Once again, I only own Amanda. Everyone else is owned by themselves. Heather owns Gavin and will for the remainder of the story.
A/N: Latisha C, I have no idea why the font was in bold the remainder of the last chapter like it was. The site itself probably did it, cause it's not saved on my Word program like that. It seems as if I have got a lot of you that are wanting to beat up various people throughout this story, I may just have to lock them up, and let you all go at them. In the mean time, here is the next chapter.
Chapter 23
Amanda and Randy
Amanda was on her way to Randy's apartment, from the airport, when she started thinking back on the events that happened that day. The only part she regretted was what she said about Gavin.
"Yeah, well I have a headache, and can't deal with his incessant crying anymore. Lord, Heather, would you shut that whiny brat up?" Amanda yelled, her patience completely gone now. Unable to hold back any longer, Heather hauled off and slapped Amanda across the face.
"You self centered bitch" She yelled, as her hand connected with Amanda's cheek. Turning to look at Heather again, Amanda brought her fist back, and hit her square in the eye, as the two sisters started fighting in the office.
"Damn it. Amanda Leigh, Heather Michelle, stop this fuckin shit right now." Rae yelled, trying to break the two apart, but to no avail. Hearing someone out in the hall, Rae went over to the door, and saw John, Dave, and Shawn Michaels walking the opposite way. "John, Dave get down here, you need to help me." Rae yelled, before going back over to her friends.
"What the fuck is going on Rae?" John yelled, pulling his girlfriend away, while it took both Shawn and Dave to hold Amanda back.
"I believe the shit has now hit the fan." Rae answered, walking back to Gavin, where he was sat frozen on the couch, with tears silently falling down his cheeks.
After that, Amanda had broke free from Dave and Shawn's grasps, and took off out of the office. Running down the corridor, she ran into another Raw writer, Lucy.
"Amanda, what's wrong? How'd you get that cut above your eye?" She asked, worried about the frantic appearance of her colleauge.
"Nothing Lucy, just got into a bit of a fight with my sister, that's all. Plus with everything that's going on with Randy, his surgery and stuff, I'm just a bit tired. Didn't get much sleep last night, I tend to worry too much about people, and I spent most the night worrying about him being by himself today." Amanda replied, laughing slightly.
"I have something that may help you wake up a little bit. I just take them to help me lose a few pounds, but it gives you soooo much energy. It'll help you get through the rest of the night." Lucy said leaning down to her bag, and pulling out a bottle of diet pills. Holding one out, Amanda took it with a small smile.
"Thanks Lucy, I really appreciate it." Amanda told her, as the two made their way to the vending machines, making small talk about that night's show.
Breaking out of her thoughts, Amanda looked down when she heard her cell phone ringing to Metallica's Fade To Black, she was tempted not to answer, but knew how Rae could get. Deciding to just get it over with, she answered, and immediately said what she knew was going to be said by Rae.
"Damn it Rae, I'm not apologizing for knockin' her ass out. I'll apologize for what I said about Gavin, but I'll be damned if I say I'm sorry for hitting her." Amanda yelled into her phone, while she unlocked the door to Randy's apartment.
"Amanda Leigh, there is something seriously wrong with you. You just beat the shit out of your sister, because you called your nephew a whiny brat, and Heather slapped you for it. Hell if it were me, I would have punched your face in to begin with." Rae said the annoyance, clear in her voice.
"I know what I said, and if I could take it back, I would. I don't know what you want me to say, but I'm not going to apologize. Look, I'm going to go now. Call me when ya'll land, so I know you got there okay." Amanda told her, setting her bags down just inside the apartment door.
"Yeah, whatever. Bye." Rae replied, confusion clouding her mind, as to why Amanda would have ever said such a thing.
"Hey beautiful. Saw the show tonight, it was great. Just wish I could have been there, and been a part of it. What aren't you apologizing for?" Randy asked, walking up behind his girlfriend.
"Nothing, don't worry yourself about it. I'm going to go take a shower and stuff, I'll be out in a few minutes." Amanda answered, leaning up to give him a quick kiss, before hurrying into the bathroom. Looking after his girlfriend in concern, Randy thought to himself. 'Amanda Leigh, what is going on in that head of yours?'
Rae, Dave, Heather, John
"Rae, I don't know what the fuck her problem is. As far as I'm concerned, she can just stay away from me and Gavin if she feels that way." Heather said, pacing the hotel room she was sharing with John in Italy.
"Chica, I don't know what's going on with her either, but you can't shut her out. Whatever is going on with her, you know she's going to need her families support sooner or later. I'm not saying what she said about Gavin was right or called for, but there is something up with her." Rae tried to explain, knowing that Heather was just as stubborn, if not more so, than her older sister.
"Yeah, well Rae. I needed my family, my sister to support me last night, and what does she do? She decides that she's going to be a selfish bitch, and say that her problems are bigger than the threat of my little boy being taken away from me, by some asshole. That family thing goes both ways Raechel." Heather snapped the hurt and anger bubbling over again, as far as her sister was concerned.
"Sweetie, maybe Rae is right. Now you know I'm just as mad at what was said, and what went down. Just think about all the times Manda has been there for you in the past. Don't let this break up your family, is what we're trying to say." John said, knowing he probably just pissed his girlfriend off even more.
"I can't believe this. You of all people, I wouldn't have thought would take my sisters side in this. I knew Rae would try and play peace maker, cause her and Amanda have been friends since we were kids, but you. You know what? I don't need anyone's help. I'll fight Paul on my own, and I'll keep my son with me." Heather shouted standing up, she started to head towards the door.
"You know damn well I won't let Paul take Gavin without a fight. All I'm saying is, there is more to this, change in attitude of Amanda's, then even you realize probably. Why don't you just talk to each other when we get back to the states?" John asked, grabbing Heather's arm lightly before she could leave the room.
"I think everything was pretty much said last night at the arena." Heather replied simply, shrugging out of John's grip.
"Heather, why don't you take a walk with me? You need to calm down, and there's no need for you to walk around in a foreign country by yourself." Dave said, moving from his place against the wall, and went over to Heather. Nodding her head in agreement, she followed Dave out of the room, causing John to shoot a weird look at Rae.
"He's going to try and talk to her. Get her to see the importance of having a sister, and what she would be losing if she just stopped talking to her." Rae answered, before John could even ask.
Tyson and Jamie
"Have you heard from Amanda or Heather since the other night?" Tyson asked Jamie, a couple days after being at home.
"No, and I'm almost sure that things between the two of them, will never be the same. From what Rae said, they were going at it like she had never seen before." Jamie answered, laying her head on Tyson's shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her.
"Well, this should make for interesting holiday and family gatherings. You think their parents will make them settle this?" Tyson questioned, wrapping an arm around her.
"I honestly don't know. I mean, when we were all growing up and shit, all 3 of them used to get into fights constantly, and Kim and Steve would just let them argue and not talk to each other, cause they knew that it was something stupid, and they'd get over it. This, I don't know, I can't see how they CAN'T step in and make them work this out. I know Heather, and I know Amanda. Neither one will back down from this." Jamie replied, worried that the events of the week, had changed too many lives for good.
"Princess, don't worry yourself over this. I'm sure that everything will work itself out in the end. It may not be this week, this month, or even in the next 6 months, but things will get better. I promise you, they will." Tyson vowed, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks Boo. Listen, I wanted to ask you something. Have you been able to remember anything about the car or the person driving? The detective working the case, called my cell phone yesterday, and wanted to know if you remember anything yet." Jamie asked, looking up into Tyson's dark brown eyes.
"No, nothing yet, it all just seems like a quick blur right now." Tyson answered, hating the fact that he was lying to her, but if the cops got a hold of Adam, before he could, then it wouldn't be any fun for him. He wanted the satisfaction of dealing with the piece of shit himself.
"Okay, well I thought that since you're pretty much grounded for 8 weeks, why don't we have our date here? I can fix us a nice romantic dinner, and we can just spend time together just the two of us. No fans around to bug us or anything." Jamie suggested, loving her fans, but she wanted this time alone with Tyson.
"Sounds like a great idea. You need any help with anything?" Tyson asked, looking over at Jamie.
"Nope, I've got it all planned out. You just sit there, and look cute." Jamie replied, giggling slightly when Tyson tickled her side.
"Alright, let me know if you need anything." He said, kissing her lips, before letting her up to start dinner.
Amanda and Randy
"Honey...I heard you had a bit of a tiff with Heather the other day" Randy said gently to his girlfriend. "John told me. He said whatever you said to her made Heather really mad, and John didn't seem too pleased either. Want to tell me what happened?" Randy asked, sitting next to Amanda on the couch.
"Not much to tell really. We got into a fight, she slapped me, I punched her, took John, Dave, and Shawn Michaels to pull us apart." Amanda replied, non chalantly.
"Why don't you try telling me what really happened? I just can't see Heather walking up to you for no reason, and just slapping you." Randy asked, already knowing what Amanda had said, but he wanted to hear it come from her.
"Why do you want to know? You weren't there, so it's no big deal. I only regret one thing that I said, and as far as kicking her ass goes, I'd do it again." Amanda said, showing no emotion on her face at all.
"Amanda, the one thing you regret better be, what you said about Gavin." Randy started, losing his patience with Amanda's lack of answers. "You know you have him scared to death of you now? He had to watch his aunt and his mom get into a fight, over something stupid. It's not right to put a little kid like that, through something like what you did."
"I know that Randy" Amanda said getting up and facing her boyfriend, a wild expression on her face "That's why that is the one thing I regret, as for Heather she can take a flying leap." Amanda left the room leaving Randy to look at her open mouthed.
Walking into his room, he saw Amanda sitting in the overstuffed chair, looking out the window. Not turning to face him, she simply said. "So now I'm stupid for being stressed out at work, and getting upset with my sister? Look Randy, my sister knew that when she started in the WWE, that there would be a chance she would have to own up to the fact of Paul Levesque finding out that she has his son." Amanda said turning to face Randy, the unshed tears pooling in her eyes.
"Listen to yourself. You were stressed out over nothing, all you had to have done was go to Steph and get the right damn storyline. What has gotten into you? You need to stop being so selfish and realize that you're going to need somebody someday, and they won't be there for you, cause of the way you've treated them now." Randy said, the frustration over his girlfriends attitude change, getting to him.
"I'm fuckin sorry. I'm not sure what else you people want me to fuckin say. I feel bad for what I said about Gavin, and I feel bad that he had to see me and Heather fight. I don't know who you think you are, to say that I need to be there for her. I've been there for that girl, through so much shit she's done, and been put through. She damn good and well knows, that I wouldn't want to see Paul wind up with Gavin." Amanda yelled, the tears falling down her cheeks, in anger.
"I swear I feel like I don't even know you at all. You've completely changed, and it's not for the better either." Randy told her, not knowing what else to say anymore.
"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing about you." Amanda replied, getting up and storming past Randy, and going to the guest room.
Tyson and Jamie
Jamie had gone upstairs to get a shower and get ready for their date, while the chicken had been marinating, knowing it would be awhile before it was ready, she set about doing her make up and hair. Having decided on a pair of low rise black boot cut jeans, and a dark red halter top, complete with a pair of black heeled boots, making her feel a little bit taller to Tyson's 6'7" frame. Pulling her hair into a quick braid, Jamie headed back downstairs, and saw Tyson hobbling around the living room on his crutches.
"Boo, what are you doing?" Jamie asked, laughing slightly at the site.
"I was trying to find my Die Hard Box set, cause I told Dave I'd let him borrow it, since there are tons of extras. I thought I had it up here, but I'm now willing to bet that it's down there in the cupboard." Tyson grumbled, already getting annoyed with the fact he can't move around anywhere.
"I can get it for you." Jamie offered, knowing how Tyson valued his independence.
"Thanks Princess. Whatcha fixing for dinner?" Tyson inquired, while Jamie knelt down to get the movie out of the cupboard.
"Baked chicken marinated in a red wine vinegarette, with cheesy potatoes, and steamed broccoli. Can't be letting you get all lazy with your diet while you're out of commission." Jamie said, smiling up at Tyson to let him know she was only joking. Playfully glaring at her, he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, before standing back up.
"Well then you need to be getting in the kitchen woman. I don't want nasty food to try and keep my body in shape." Tyson said, meaning it as a joke, but became slightly afraid when he saw the pissed off look she gave him. "Princess, I was only kidding. You know I'd be in there with you, if I was able to stand for very long with these things." Tyson started, indicating to his crutches.
"Yeah, well you better be glad you're on those things. Otherwise, my boot and your ass would be meeting." Jamie said, heading off towards the kitchen. Once she was sure she was out of Tyson's eye sight, she let a smile cross her face. Checking on the chicken once more, she saw that it was ready, and went ahead and pulled it out of the slow cooker.
"Princess, I truly am sorry. I swear it was just a joke." Tyson apologized, again, coming into the kitchen. Not getting an answer from Jamie, Tyson walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Jamie, sweetie pie. Please forgive me? I think it's really nice you've gone through all this trouble." Tyson begged, placing light kisses around Jamie's exposed shoulders. Feeling her start to relax against him, Tyson turned her around in his arms.
"Damn, I never could stay mad at you for very long." Jamie pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck. Using one arm, Tyson lifted Jamie up, and set her on the counter top.
"You're damn right." Was all Tyson said, before capturing her mouth in a spine tingling kiss. Tyson ran his hands across the exposed part of Jamie's back, sending chills throughout her body. Allowing herself to feel something that, looking back, she never felt with Adam, she felt herself being taken over by his kiss. Running her hands down his chest, she reached the hem of his shirt, and let her small hands travel up and down his back. Finally, after what felt like hours, but what was really minutes Jamie broke the kiss.
"Tyson. I….I…." Jamie started, but was having trouble with the words.
"What is it Princess?" He asked, cupping her face in his hand. Deciding to take the bull by the horn, so to speak, Jamie just blurted out what she wanted to say.
"I love you."