Title: Cry
Author: Shantay
Email: Not a soul belongs to me…
Distribution: I'm not sure why you would want to post this crap anywhere, but ok…just ask me first. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing much really.
Summary: No one has ever seen her cry, except for one person. A quick four parter featuring Amy Dumas/Lita, Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, and Edge.
Content warning: It gets a little descriptive at a certain point.
Part Three – One Month Later
Matt, I went to get something to drink from the machine. I'll be right back.
Amy signed the note and left it on the bed so that Matt could easily find it once he got out of the shower. She didn't want him to worry that she had just vanished. Grabbing her room key, she left. The drink machine was just down the hall from her room. She walked to the intersection of the two halls, in which was the machine. She reached into her pocket for her crinkled dollar bill. She was always so indecisive. As she stared at the variety of options, she just couldn't make up her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure. She gave it more of a look. It was Chris. He was reaching in his pocket for what she assumed to be his room key as he stood in front of a door. She walked hastily toward him. She needed to get his attention before he went into that room. Gosh, she didn't even know that he was staying around the corner.
He entered the room just as she was a couple of feet away. "Chris!" She halted as he stepped back out.
"Amy."
The two of them stood silently, not knowing what to say. They'd barely spoken more than ten words to each other in the past month, even though they worked in the same place, even though they shared the same friends. She gestured toward his room.
"Can I come in?"
He nodded then walked inside. She cautiously followed then walked inside, shutting the door behind her. He sat down on his bed and she stayed by the door.
"How have you been?" she asked innocently.
"Fine." He wouldn't look at her. She nodded although he couldn't see.
"I miss you."
He didn't move or speak. But she knew he'd heard her. She played with her fingers nervously. "Talk to me Chris."
"Where's Matt?" She knew what he was trying to do. But she wouldn't let him push her away.
"In our room." He hummed his response.
"Chris, we haven't spoken in a month. You don't have more to say than that?"
"How are you and Matt?"
She sighed. "We're fine." Why was he refusing to talk about what had come of their relationship?
He replied with a simple, "Good."
He heard her whimper. He frowned as he looked at her. She stood there with her face in her hands, shaking. He immediately stood and went to her, pulling her into his arms. He shushed her. "Don't do that. Don't cry." He rubbed her back, trying to calm her as she shook in his arms. After some time, she removed her hands from her face and wrapped her arms around him. She held onto him as though she were holding on for dear life.
"Why won't you talk to me Chris?" she asked through tears. "I miss you so much."
Chris didn't respond, not knowing what to say. He rocked her in his arms.
"Is it me?"
The question broke his heart. "No sweetheart. It's never you."
She pulled back from him. "Is it about me and Matt? Did you not want me to get back with him? 'Cause if so, then-"
"No," he retorted strongly, cutting her off. She looked at him through blurry eyes.
"Then what is it?"
He sighed. "You know that I care about you, right?" She nodded. "And you know that I would never lie to you?" She nodded again. "So just trust me when I say that I'm not mad at you at all."
"If you're not mad at me, then why won't you talk to me?" She turned away from him and walked to the wall. She pressed her back against it as she crossed her arms over her chest. He chuckled at the sight of her. He walked up to her, invading her space. Placing a hand at each side of her head, he leaned against the wall.
"Because I'm an asshole. An asshole who hopes that you'll forgive him."
Amy smiled softly. "Asshole doesn't need to ask forgiveness because I forgave him a long time ago." She hugged him again. "I have to go back to Matt. I'll talk to you later?" She pulled back and waited for his reassurance. Wiping away the remaining tears on her face with a thumb, he nodded. She smiled.
He let her go. And she walked away from him, leaving the room. That seemed to be a common theme.
"Hey." Chris was greeted by Christian as he walked into his house. "Everyone's in the living room."
"Cool." Christian was hosting a little get-together at his house. Every once in a while their group of friends liked to hang out. It was hard to spend time together with the harsh wrestling schedule. Chris walked to the living room as his friend walked to the kitchen.
"Chris!" A very bubbly Torrie called, announcing his presence. He was greeted by a chorus of 'Hey Chris's. He waved and said hello, looking around. Everyone was there: Christian, Torrie, Trish, Adam and of course, Matt and Amy. She was sitting on his lap in the armchair. Chris sat on the couch beside Trish Stratus.
"I guess it's better late than never, right Chris?" Adam teased. Chris had always had the reputation for being the late one.
"That's right."
"Good. Now everybody's here." Christian came back into the room with two bowls of popcorn which he placed on the coffee table. "Alright babe, do your thing." Christian kissed his girlfriend, Torrie, on the cheek as he sat on the arm of her chair.
"Thanks hun. Well, I was looking online and I found this interesting game that we could do. It's called the Conversation Game. I kind of tweaked it a bit so that it would fit us. But basically everyone thinks of a question to ask and everyone answers."
"This should be interesting." Adam seemed to have a particular interest in the game.
"This is gonna get dirty pretty quick," Trish remarked, laughing.
"Okay, I'll ask first." Torrie moved to the edge of her seat. "Who and when was your first kiss? Mine was in second grade with Joey Thomas. I still remember it." She ignored the mock glare that Christian sent her.
"Of course you would ask the girly question," Adam stated.
"Oh come on Adam. That was a good question. And why does it have to be girly?" Trish asked. He stuck his tongue out at her, mocking her. She laughed.
Matt piped in. "You come up with something then."
"Sounds like a dare to me." Christian only egged him on as Torrie rolled her eyes. Chris and Amy remained quiet, sending each other quick glances. Despite their talk, things still seemed to be a little off between the two of them.
"Alright, I've got it. Who's the best sex you've ever had?"
"You answer first since it was your question."
"No problem. It was my first girlfriend, Karen."
They all stared at him, waiting for him to continue. Matt finally spoke up. "Is that really all you have to say?"
"Well, if you'd like me to continue…"
Trish interjected. "No, that's okay. Next person please."
Christian looked to his girlfriend. "Well you guys already know my answer." Torrie blushed.
No one noticed how uncomfortable Amy and Chris were. Chris was shifting in his seat, while Amy bit down on her lip.
"I think the same goes here." Everyone's attention turned to Matt. He nudged his girlfriend. She gave a fake smile that only Chris could see through. "Isn't that right sweetie?"
Amy clenched her teeth, wishing that he hadn't put her on the spot. How the hell was she supposed to answer that? Lie? "I don't think I have to say anything," she tried to hide her uneasiness with a playful tone.
Matt stuck his lip out playfully. "Are you saying that I'm not the best you've ever had?" Everyone else laughed, completely oblivious to Amy's reaction. Then she made the biggest mistake she could have made. She looked at Chris. His eyes were anxiously awaiting her response. They were asking if she was going to tell the truth. Something about that look in his eyes just killed her.
She pushed her red hair behind her ears. She could feel the blood pumping throughout all of her body and she felt as though she could pass out at any second. Her chest rose heavily with every breath she took. Everything from the past month or so seemed to be colliding at that very moment. And she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Standing from Matt's lap, she muttered, "Excuse me." She then stormed into the kitchen, causing the whole room to become silent and somber.
"What's wrong with her?" Trish asked with concern.
Matt looked just as confused as everyone else. "I don't know. I'm gonna go find out." He stood from his chair and followed his girlfriend.
Everyone was completely baffled by what had just taken place, except for Chris. He knew exactly what was going on. And he damn sure wasn't going to sit there while everyone else tried to figure it out. "I think I'm gonna go." He stood, grabbing his jacket, and was out the door before anyone could stop him.
Just as he was halfway down the walkway, he heard his name being called.
"Chris! Wait up! Stop walking!"
He stopped. Inhaling deeply, he turned to face Christian. He looked nearly out of breath after chasing after the other man. "What's up? Why did you just storm out of there?"
"It's nothing. Really." Chris attempted to leave but Christian grabbed his arm. He didn't turn back to look at him though.
"Come on. You can't leave me hanging. You have to help me save what has become a disastrous party."
"I-I can't stay. I have to go. Tell them I'll see them later." Chris pulled his arm from Christian's grasp and continued his walk to his car.
"You know, I've noticed that something's been off between you and Amy."
Those words made him stop dead in his tracks. His chest and shoulders became tense.
"Is something wrong? Did you guys have a fight or something?"
Chris exhaled loudly as he turned around. "It's nothing like that."
Christian pressed the subject. "Well you two have barely spoken to each other in a while. Aren't you supposed to be best friends?"
"We are best friends." Chris couldn't help the defensive tone he'd taken.
"Then what's up? Amy storms out of the room. You leave the house. What's going on?"
Chris stared at the ground, not answering.
Christian frowned. He was trying hard to figure out what was going on. "I mean if I were crazy, I would think it had something to do with…" He looked right at the man standing in front of him. Chris stared at him with alarmed eyes. "…the sex question."
Chris looked like a deer staring into headlights. He didn't say a word. Christian gasped. "You didn't…"
All Chris could do was shake his bowed head, even though he wasn't denying what had happened.
Christian stood there, mouth wide open, eyes wide, trying to comprehend this new information. "Y-you and…Amy? I can't – When?"
Chris finally seemed to regain some kind of sense. "The night she and Matt broke up."
Christian's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?!"
Chris threw his finger over his mouth, stepping closer to his friend. "Be quiet. No one can know about it."
"B-b-b-but you and Amy slept together," he whispered loudly.
"I know. But it was wrong. And Amy and Matt are back together now, so it doesn't matter." Chris turned away from him again.
"But it does, doesn't it?" Christian was finally putting all the pieces together. "That's why you disappeared the day they first hooked up. That's why you disappeared when they got back together. And that's why you're trying to disappear now."
As much as he hated to admit it, Chris couldn't deny that. It had always seemed better to just get away and not really acknowledge it. He'd been running away from his problems for all of these years.
"Well, judging by the way Amy just reacted in there, maybe it matters to her too."
Chris turned around, eyebrows furrowed. Where was Christian going with this?
"Do something about it. Don't run away this time."
Chris observed his face, noting his sincerity and concern. Christian clearly thought that the right thing would be to tell Amy everything, exactly how he felt and what he wanted. Chris looked to the kitchen window. He couldn't see her standing there.
Finally bringing his gaze back to his friend, he shook his head. "No. I won't do that to her. I have to go."
Christian's shoulders dropped as he watched Chris turn away for the last time and drive off in his car.
Author's Note: I hope that you guys are enjoying this story. Just one more part!! Let me know what you think!!