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Chris had meant his words; he really did just want to be with Amy now. Months ago when this who scam got off the ground he would have jumped at the chance to rekindle things with the blonde, after all that had been the whole point. But time changes everything, and spending time with Amy had made him realise that it was stupid of him to want someone who was such a cold hearted bitch. Trish obviously was a different person then the girl he used to know, even if it wasn't long ago that he wanted to think she could go back to being the sweet girl he fell for. And it also made him see that he was falling in love with someone else...Amy.

Getting up he made his way out of the locker room, leaving Trish in there on the floor screaming, "Come back here you son of a bitch! No body turns down Trish Stratus, nobody, do you her me?" She shouted, pounding her fists on the floor like a child.

He took off down the hallway in search of Amy, hoping to just get out of the arena as fast and he could and spend the rest of the night with her, in each others arms. But she was no where in site, he checked every single locker room he could find, the catering, the parking lot, anywhere he could think of, yet there was still no sign of the red head anywhere.

Maybe Stace knows where she is, Chris thought, turning around to find the blondes locker room. Unlike his search for Amy it didn't take long at all to find the Baltimore native. "Hey Stacy have you seen Ames anywhere? I can't find her." Chris asked, poking his head around the door.

Stacy was surprised to see him standing there, and even more surprised that he couldn't find Amy, they were inseparable. "Um, no Chris I haven't seen her since before her match."

"Hey I know where she is," Nora, better known as Molly Holly, offered, peeping out from behind a shower curtain.

He sighed in relief; "Finally," He said softly, "Ok so where is she?"

The brunette spoke again, "On my way here I saw her chatting up and leaving with Jay."

"With Jay?!" Chris yelled, taken back by her words.

She sent him a weak smile, unsure of how to act. "Um yeah they were heading toward the parking garage about ten minutes ago."

The Winnipeg native didn't say anything else before he ran back towards the garage as fast he could, praying by some act divine of god that they hadn't left yet. What was she even doing hanging around Jay in the first place? More importantly how could she just leave with him when she knew he was waiting for her? This didn't make any sense to him at all, she hated Jay and now she was leaving with him. What in the name of all the was holy was going on? Chris felt like he had wondered into the twilight zone.

Amy gripped the hot cup as her ex boyfriend led her over to a small table in the corner, "So how have you been?" He asked, "I know I didn't make things easy for you, I hope you've been well."

She sighed, she didn't want to be there with him. He'd hurt her so bad that she just couldn't trust anymore. But at the same time that's why she was there.... She'd been fucked over so many times that she didn't trust, she hadn't even given Chris a chance to explain himself, but her past experiences had made her feel like she didn't need to. Her broken heart told her everything she thought she needed to know. Thus why she was there with Jay, she didn't trust him, but because she didn't trust Chris either it didn't really make a difference anymore. Besides she wasn't there because she wanted him back in her life, she just needed an excuse to get away from the arena. "You really did hurt me Jay, I thought for a second you were the one Jay, after what Matt did, you know? And then I was doing better, things were great actually, I felt happier then I'd ever been with Chris and now he's broken my heart too...just like you all do in the end."

"I really am sorry, I don't know what happened to make me such an ass hole to you."

Her head lowered, "Trish happened," Amy muttered.

Jay reached over the table and touched her free hand, "I can't explain the weird hold she had over me."

"God if it was possible I'd swear the girl shoots gold out of her vagina."

The man nearly spit the liquid in his mouth all over the table at the dry way that sentence spilled over Amy's lips. "No I don't think that's it." He said smiling. She smiled back at him; was he actually being nice? "You have every right to hate me Red, but if you're willing to give me a second chance I'd like to start over...as friends."

What did she have to loose? After all she wasn't stupid enough to fall back into his bed again. "Friends," She repeated, lingering on the word, "I'd like that." When one door closes another one opens, Amy thought. Maybe she was wrong, maybe this thing wasn't meant to bring her and Chris together. After all he didn't want her, maybe it was meant to mend the hurt. "To new beginnings," She said softly, raising her coffee cup to touch Jay's.

He simply smirked.

Chris didn't know what else he could do but go back to the hotel and wait to see if she showed up. He'd driven around town a bit trying to find them, but there were hundreds of coffee joints and none of the ones he tried were the right one. If wrestlers didn't use rentals things would have been a whole lot easier because he could have covered more ground looking for a familiar car instead of two people in a crowd.

Sighing he flopped back on the bed that he knew he wouldn't find any sleep in without her. He was too worried, to upset to even try and get some rest.

A short while later there was a knock on his door, the Canadian man scampered to his feet, hoping and praying that it was Amy on the other side of the peephole...but it wasn't...it was Stacy. He quickly opened the lock and let her inside.

"I've got good news and bad news," She told him, not wasting any time, "What do you want first?"

"Just out with it already Stacy..." Chris growled, already impatient, whatever she had to say he wanted to here it immediately.

It was her turn to sigh, "Well the good news is that I know where Amy is now...."

Chris seemed to light up, "That's great."

"The bad news," Stacy continued, "Is that she refuses to see or speak to you. She sent me over here to get her things."

His eyes widened, "She's moving into Jay's room?"

"No," The blonde told him, grabbing Amy's suitcase, "She insists on staying with me tonight, and don't even bother asking because I don't know what her problem is either, she won't talk about it. But she's a real mess Chris, god as soon as Jay dropped her off she just started crying..."

"Well I'm coming to you're room right now to see what's going on...."

Stacy put a hand to his chest to stop him from moving, "You can't I promised her I wouldn't let you."

"Like you're going to fucking stop me."

A heavy breath left Stacy's throat, "Please Chris, I think it's best if you just give her the time to calm down. I am on your side in all this, remember? I'm not against you, I'm going to do everything in my power to make her realise that she needs to be with you."

His head fell, "Ok....but just do one thing for me."

"What?"

"Tell her I love her."