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Amy smiled at the bartender as he handed her a drink, she knew that she was going to have to pace herself tonight since the last time she had any alcohol in her system things got completely out of hand. She didn't want to find herself throwing her body at Chris again. But it was the wwe's big New Years Eve bash it wasn't like she could avoid booze or him tonight.
"Hey," A familiar voice said, taking a seat beside her, "I've been looking for you all night."
The red head laughed at him lightly, "I've been right here." She said sarcastically.
He smiled at her witty sense of humour, "Always the last place you look."
"Or why keep looking right?"
Chris laughed, "Exactly."
She picked up the straw in her glass and started to play with it, stirring around the ice her drink. Amy didn't know what to say him; things were awkward to say the least.
But it was the Canadian who broke the silence, "I really just wanted to talk to you, since I know things have been kind of weird between us lately. I don't know why that is," He lied, still pretending that the kiss didn't happen, after all he thought that she didn't have a clue it existed.
Her heart sank; there he went denying that anything had changed between them yet again. She hated that he was playing with her emotions like that; all she wanted to do was chuck her fresh drink right in his smug face.
Reaching out he took her hand, "I just want to put all that behind us and get back to the way things were."
She couldn't help but sigh, Amy wanted things to be different...she wanted him to want her. "Yeah," The American replied complacently.
"And I know it's a little over due but with all the uncomfortable feelings going around I'd forgotten..." Amy shot him a bewildered look as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box. "Merry Christmas Ames."
It didn't take her long to tear open the brightly coloured paper and remove the small lid to reveal a beautiful silver necklace. "Chris it's gorgeous, I feel horrible that I didn't get you anything." She told him, her fingers gently tracing the small hand shaped pendant.
He flashed her a bright smile, "I didn't get it for you so you'd get me something. I got it for you because this whole thing got started with me holding you're hand. At first I thought it was just a coincidence that I was there and felt like I should help you...but I know now that it was fate. I was supposed to do that because I wound up finding my best friend because of it...no matter what happens Amy, I'm always going to be here for you. You'll always have a hand to hold."
No matter how hard she was trying she couldn't hold back the soft tears as they ran down her cheek, "Thank you," She told him, flinging her arms tightly around his neck.
"Come on now, no tears." He said softly, brushing away the few that had fallen with his thumbs as he held her face in her hands. "I didn't want to make you cry, I just wanted you to know that you're special to me. So come on, tough it up, you've got your title shot Sunday that you need to mentally prepare yourself for."
She laughed, "I finally get to kick her ass."
"Well gag me with a spoon...." Trish interrupted. "Isn't this the most sickening scene I've ever seen, every time I see you two you've got your hands all over each like you're in rabbits heat or something."
Chris instinctively wrapped an arm around the red heads waist, "So then why are you over here if it makes you so sick Patricia? Need a closer look to tell Jay what real love looks like?"
Amy was completely thrown back by the way he worded things, of course people were supposed to think they were in love with each other but she couldn't remember him ever actually using the word before.
The blonde laughed, "No I just thought I'd come over here to warn Amy about our match...I just suggest you back out of it now. Because if you step into the ring with me, I will end you're career."
Standing up Amy got right into her face, "The only thing that's ending on Sunday Patricia...Is you're reign as champion."
"Is that right?" She retorted, folding her arms across her chest. Amy could tell she was trying to start something.
"That's right." The red head shot back, never backing down from her. By now they were nose to nose and a second away from started a fight right there in the middle of the party. It was Chris's turn to stand up and get between them, "Save it for the ring Amy." He told her, holding onto her tightly.
She smirked when she noticed the countdown clock behind Trish's head...5-4-3-2. Reaching back she grabbed Chris by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss. Amy didn't really care about Trish, or the New Year...she was using both as an excuse to kiss him like she wanted to. Ever since they had kissed the first time, all she wanted to do was kiss him over and over again...especially after the touching gift he had given her earlier.
Her tongue duelled with his, as his hand slunk down to her backside. When she pulled back Trish was gone and she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "Happy New Year Chris..."