FINALLY. An update from me! I'm so proud of myself. I found my inspiration once more. Thanks to everyone who hasn't given up on me..you all deserve cookies. Enjoy and review, it'll make me happy!
Chapter Twenty: "An Old Flame Reignited"
The atmosphere in the restaurant was silent..almost too silent for Amy to stand. Both John and Stacy spent the entire time barely acknowledging each other while Trish kept to herself, picking absently at the table cloth in an annoying manner. The redhead tapped her fingers repeatedly, pursing her lips as she studied her surroundings. So much for a wonderful afternoon out with her friends.
"Is anybody going to speak or what?" she asked suddenly, the sound of her own loud voice shocking even herself. Trish blinked at Amy as though she wasn't quite sure she existed before clearing her throat and sitting up straight in her chair.
"Oh..what's up?" Amy raised an eyebrow at the Canadian, a dry laugh escaping her lips.
"If anyone should be asking that question, it should be me. What the hell is up with you all?" Stacy pretended to find something on the menu suddenly over interesting, tucking her head away so that it was secure from view. Trish elbowed the leggy blonde in the ribs and motioned her head over towards Amy, who was glaring at her and the still silent John Cena beside her.
"Huh? Oh, nothings up. I'm just tired.." Stacy stated plainly, clearing her throat softly before returning to her previous interest in the menu.
"Right..well this lunch was a waste of time than," Amy sneered, looking around for the waitress, who was now on her way with their drinks. She wanted badly to get out of here but she knew she had to see it through. At least after this she could go back to bed or something before the show. The rest of the meal went as expected..everyone was awkward. Trish was trying to be cheerful but her over dramatic attempt was almost laughable. Amy knew the blonde beside her wanted more than anything to be alone and away from people. But Stacy's issue..well, the redhead figured it had something to do with John, who had been acting cold towards the leggy diva for a few days now. All the drama was beginning to piss Amy off. Nothing was ever going right anymore. When the awkward lunch was coming to a close, Trish grabbed Amy's hand before the redhead could leave, a look of pure helplessness shadowing her features.
"Can I ride back with you?" she asked, clutching her purse as if she would lose it at any second.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Is there any reason you look like someone threatened to kill you?" Amy asked, an eyebrow raised as she studied her friends pale complextion.
"The next time you have a terrible dilemma which causes you to be up like twenty four seven, maybe you'll understand." Trish sent a sideways glance at the redhead who looked after her, a smug look on her face as she followed the blonde to her car.
"What's the dilemma? We've only been over it a thousand times."
"C'mon, Amy! You know how hard this is for me. I've never been caught between two people like this.." Trish squeaked quietly, running a hand through her soft hair as she looked off into the distance.
"You're not really in love with Randy. You just want to fuck his brains out," Amy replied, sending an innocent smile over to her the woman in the next seat, who was now glaring at her. "But seriously, you love Dave, right?" Trish reluctantly nodded. "If that's so true, and Dave is the love of your life, why would you even think of Randy? That's not how love works. You wouldn't want to glance at another man." Amy's words seemed to hang over the Canadian like a plague. She didn't speak for what felt like an eternity and when she did, her voice shook as if she were going to burst into tears at any given second.
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying that your love for Dave must not be as strong since everything with Angie happened. And when you started hanging out with Randy again during it all, you started to care for him, right? That's all I'm saying." Trish nodded slowly, sighing deeply as she ran another hand through her hair.
"I wish none of this would've happened. I'm not supposed to feel anything for Randy..not after it all.." Amy closed her eyes momentarily and let out a shaky breath. He had caused enough pain to last more than a lifetime. If anything, they all should stay far away from him but that never seemed to be the case. Silence fell upon the two divas as they continued to drive on, both ready for a nap when they made it back to their hotel room. Escaping reality was much easier than facing it and Trish knew this was the only reason she attempted sleep so much..she just needed to get away.
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Randy stretched back in his chair and yawned aloud, this causing Amy to look up from her coffee and stare at him. He was shirtless, his olive skin teasing her as it shimmered in the morning light, the firm muscles of his body shaped to perfection. He wore a pair of baggy silver sweat pants and some socks but she sat there wishing he'd just put on a shirt. It wasn't right of her to let her mind wander into what she liked to think of as the "No" zone. She was here for one thing only..to talk to him about Trish. Amy felt somewhat obligated to ask Randy to apologize since it was her coaxing that had gotten the Canadian into such a tangled mess. But the redhead couldn't help but wonder..without her help, would Trish have gone on that date anyway? Randy was now watching Amy sharply, every scrunch of her nose and sigh she let out victim to his intense stare.
"I don't usually have visitors so early in the morning. What's up, Red?" Hazel eyes locked with blue in a single moment that made Amy lightheaded..why did he insist on calling her that? Didn't he know past pet names weren't supposed to be used?
"Please don't call me that, Rand.." she whispered, the lump in her throat causing her eyes to water up. "I'm here about Trish.."
"What about her?" he asked softly, still staring at Amy strangely in the morning haze.
"She's been really shook up ever since the other night and I think you need to apologize to her.." Amy stated, attempting to sound as firm and confident as possible. But she knew her voice was shaking, she knew that a raw emotion was lingering in her eyes, one she thought she'd so violently pushed away. Her mind was clouded..she all of a sudden could feel everything as if it were years ago, as if his fingertips were molding her body with every touch. She could almost taste his kiss, taste the way he fed upon her weaknesses as if it made him stronger..she remembered it all so clearly..
"Amy!" Reality hit her full force. She was staring into Randy's eyes once more and she felt nothing again. "I think you need some more coffee.."
"Uh..no, no, that's okay. I just didn't sleep well. Where were we?" she paused to gain her composure. "Ah, yes, Trish.."
"I was asking why you felt I needed to say sorry..and why exactly you're in her business..I know you girls like to talk and all but shouldn't she be over here, demanding an apology?" Amy shifted in her seat at the knowledge that Trish knew nothing of her being here..and how angry she would be if she found out. And..she couldn't help but wonder..was she really here for her friend? Her hazel eyes scanned the room to avoid contact with Randy's once more as she blushed a crimson red, her face burning with embarrassment. "That is..unless you're here for something els--"
"No! I came to talk about Trish. I'm worried about her, okay!" Amy hadn't wished to sound so desperate but she knew that is exactly what had happened. She needed to get out..she was making a fool of herself too easily. "I'm sorry I came here, I--" A sudden loud knock at the door cut off the redhead, who was now blinking rapidly, surprised at the sudden noise. Randy jumped up to go answer it..who the hell could it be? Much to both his shock and Amy's, Trish was at the door, now looking between the two, her face shadowed with both question and unpleasant surprise. Staring at Randy's shirtless figure and Amy who was flushed red, the Canadian diva let out a small snort, one that wasn't exactly welcoming. "Yeah, now would be a good time for me to go," Amy squeaked, pushing up from the chair and running past Trish before either could get a word in. The blonde stared after her departing friend, her brow furrowed.
"What the hell was that about? Why was Amy in your room?" Randy let out a dry laugh, motioning for her to come in.
"You always jump to strange conclusions.."
"Well, excuse me, but it's weird to come in and see your best friend, who hasn't once mentioned talking to you again, sitting in your room at.." Trish glanced down at Randy's watch, "seven in the fucking morning."
"So what? You don't even know what we did," he retorted, laughing softly at the aggravation on Trish's face. "You're acting like a jealous wife.."
"I am not!" Trish sneered, the urge to smack the smirk off of him becoming almost too violent to ignore.
"Yes, you are. For someone who doesn't care a thing for me, you sure are acting like it."
"Am not! I came here to tell you that..that.."
"What?" Randy asked, his smirk growing wider at her struggle for words. Trish closed her mouth and let out a defeated sigh, an ashamed frown crossing her beautiful features.
"Well, I don't know why I came here..I just.."
"Missed me?" he asked seriously, leaning down so that he forced her to look into his eyes. She stared back at him in silence for a few moments.
"No!" she paused. "Maybe.." Another short pause. "Yes." Randy chuckled as he smiled down at her.
"Figures..you want some breakfast?" Trish threw out her conscience and nodded her head, too tired to argue with him any longer. Her intention, of course, was to come down and talk to him, because if she went another day without doing it, she'd go absolutely crazy. But seeing Amy in his room had thrown her train of thought way off..why the hell was she in there anyway?
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Stacy had spent the day in a state of quietness, and the eerie silence was beginning to get on John's last nerve. Never in his life had he seen her this quiet and it was unlike her to remain so without a valid reason, although he had a pretty good idea what was bothering her. Their little fights, if they could be called so, were getting to both of them but neither seemed too desperate to talk about it. John knew his reasons for wishing to be away from the leggy blonde but Stacy felt she was in the dark. It annoyed her to no end why all of a sudden John wanted no sexual contact whatsoever, when before, it had never been a problem. Of course, he'd mentioned reasons in the past, one of course being her unresolved issues with Randy Orton, one thing she hadn't seemed too intent on fixing as of late. Stacy knew that she thought very frequently about him and still wondered about their possibilities but she was also having feelings for John..although, for some reason, she chose to hang on to Randy rather than let him go and realize what a wonderful guy she had in reach. And this was the exact reason why John Cena was getting fed up with her. In the back of her mind, she somehow knew this, but she refused to be wrong when it came to her seemingly false hopes of rekindling something with Randy. But her recent lack of trying, she blamed on John. It wasn't until Amy came busting into the room did either John or Stacy decide to regain use of their voices.
"Where the hell have you been and why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" John asked slowly, his eyebrows raised as if he himself were seeing something quite shocking. The redhead let out a shaky laugh, a trembling hand waving him off nonchalantly.
"Nowhere. Just been for a brisk walk." Stacy was peering from around the corner, the grin on her face somehow informing Amy that she believed nothing she had just said.
"Since when have you become so proper and decided to use terms such as 'brisk'?" John, despite his annoyance with Stacy, let out a small chuckle.
"I was going to ask the same thing."
"Since when do you two find it nessicary to grill me about assumptions you've thought up?" Amy looked at them bitterly before turning away to head down to her bedroom, not once caring enough to give them the chance to answer. She had enough on her mind as it was. What was Trish going to do when she got back? Was she going to be upset? Everything pointed to yes and this was the very reason the redhead wanted to avoid her at all costs..but she knew deep down that there was no way she could do that..she'd have to face Trish..and soon. And it was amazing that everytime she thought of Randy, goosebumps formed on her body, just as they once had when..when things were different..much different. Amy leaned her head back against the pillow and rubbed at her arms, wishing away the small bumps that were causing the tiny hairs on her skin to stand up. She didn't want to think of him like this..it wasn't right.
