Author's Notes –Oh yeah! Tink's got an update! I know, it seems like forever since I last updated a fic but I hope to start writing a little more. I guess you could say stress with work and life sort of pushed me into writer's block.
Please remember, that the story parts in italics is the storyline where she catches the plane (and Matt), and the story in plane text is the storyline where she missed the plane. My biggest fear with this story is that it will get too confusing, so I'm trying to make sure that doesn't happen.
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The Morning After
Bright sunlight peeked through the thin white drapes and danced along a sleeping form. Outside a bird could be seen hopping around a nearby tree chirping happily at the beginning of a new day. Everything seemed at peace until an annoyed groan came from the sleeping person. The sheets violently began to fly in the air and a wild mess of red hair could be seen from the foot of the bed. The bird chirped again eliciting another groan from the no longer sleeping woman who slowly brought a hand to her throbbing head and slowly opened her eyes.
"Oh it's too damn bright," she moaned searching the bottom of the bed for a pillow to throw at the offensive creature. Upon further inspection of the bed Amy couldn't help but notice something was wrong. "When the hell did we get white sheets?" Her eyes widened as she forced herself to sit up a little too fast causing the room to spin, a room that most certainly was not hers when memories of the last night came back to her. Her horrid flight, Matt's betrayal, coming to see Trish, running into Adam, and drinks. Lots of drinks.
She couldn't remember where she was, or how she got there for that matter…in fact, she couldn't remember anything from the middle of the flight on last night. Reluctantly she decided to leave the comfortable bed to find out where she was and stood. Taking two steps Amy couldn't help but feel a cool breeze along her legs and looked down only realize she was wearing a man's white oxford shirt.
"Oh who did I…" she started before looking at the shirt, "oh no Adam."
Matt smiled nervously as he opened the door to the bedroom he and Amy shared carrying a tray of food. After Amy's stressful night he decided to do something nice and cook for her. Hopefully, it would make her feel better and happy; and hopefully, it would help him with his guilt.
Slowly he placed the full tray on the bed and leaned over to shake the sleeping woman when she suddenly threw the covers from her body and bolted out of the room causing the tray of food to crash to the floor. Matt sighed as he begun to clean the fallen food from the carpet and winced as he heard Amy vomiting in the bathroom. He cleaned the mess in the bedroom and softly knocked on the bathroom door.
"Ames," he said softly as he opened the door. He chuckled slightly to himself at the sight that his girlfriend was. She was a mess of tangled red hair lying curled up at the base of the toilet on a balled up towel. Matt leaned down and softly stroked the hair out of her eyes causing her to groan.
"I don't feel so good."
"I know sweetie, but I'm here and I'm going to make you feel better," Matt assured.
"Really, you're not going to go train or something now," she asked with a touch of bitterness in her voice. Matt shook his head.
"Nah babe, you're the only thing on my schedule today."
Amy sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands trying to figure out how she got herself in this mess. Well, she knew exactly how she got in this mess, she was so upset with Matt that she hopped on a plane on got rip roaring drunk and slept with Adam. Thinking over her dilemma, Amy couldn't help but come to one conclusion; this was all Matt's fault. Amy's thoughts of ways to kill Matt were cut short when she heard soft singing coming towards her room.
"What exactly do you want Matt," a voice that Amy immediately recognized at Trish's said in annoyance. "And why don't you know where she is? What did you do to her Matt? It couldn't have been that bad if she left you...If I see her I'll let her know you called. Goodbye."
Amy cringed at the mention of Matt's name and her thoughts returned to finding new and innovative means of torture when the doorknob turned. Panicking, Amy threw herself back under the covers and pretended to be asleep just as the door opened.
"Amy," Trish said softly. "Amy are you awake?"
"Trish?" Amy sat up looking at her best friend curiously. "What are you doing here?"
"Well sweetie," she started with a giggle, "I live here."
"I'm at your house?"
"Mmhmm," Trish nodded. "Adam brought you by last night; he said something about you having a really bad night. You know, I don't think I've ever seen you that wasted before."
"Adam brought me here?" Amy looked down in confusion at the shirt she was wearing and wondered exactly what happened last night. Trish seemed to pick up on this as she started to explain what she knew.
"You got here and you got a little sick, kinda ruined those jeans and that cute top. Hey didn't that belong to Maria?" Trish shook her head as she regained her train of thought. "Anyways, Adam helped carry you up here and I helped you out of your clothes and into that shirt."
Amy breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, that's good." Amy flopped back down on the bed and Trish sat down next to her.
"So, do you want to tell me what happened?"