2005

"Amy baby, are you ok?"

"No…"

Amy stormed to the hotel bed and jumped onto it, burying her face into the pillows. She hated herself because of the way those people made her feel, everybody turned on her, even her closest friends became distinct.

"Honey, don't worry about Matt. He can say all he wants to whoever he wants but-"

"It's not just Matt, Adam," Amy interrupted, withdrawing her face from the pillow to reveal her tear-stained face, "It's everyone! All of our friends, all of our fans, they just turned on us!"

Adam watched Amy as he sobbing continued. He softy rested her head onto his strong chest, rocking her back and forth.

"The people who turned on us aren't our friends Ames, now we know that. Listen, I don't care what anyone says, especially Matt Hardy. He can tell the world everything and anything but in the end I'll only understand one thing."

Amy's sobs died down and her breathing became heavy. "What's that?"

"That no matter what anyone says, no matter how many people give me death stares, no matter how many friends I lose, no matter how many of my tires get slashed and no matter how much pain Matt Hardy inflicts on me, I will never turn away from you, I will always love you, even if my life depended on it." Adam said as he held up Amy's chin and claimed them to his own. He loved this woman beyond anything. He pulled back away, wrapping his arms around Amy and continuing to rock back and forth.

He had lost many people due to the hostilities between himself and Matt Hardy. People he thought were friends for life, people he would risk his own life to save…But then again, Amy had it worse than him. He looked down at his angel, her eyes were closed. He thought about all the things Trish would tell him that happened to Amy.

Apparently, the other Diva's– aside from Trish -had taken Matt's side. Trish told him about the death stares, the outbursts of hate towards Amy, and most recently, one of the other Diva's -or all of them, Adam didn't care, they were all bitches- had written WHORE over Amy's locker.

Trish had told Adam how Amy slammed the locker and left the room. Apparently, the other Diva's had all shared smug smiles after the prank and Candice Michelle practically cried "serves that whore right".

Adam remembered laughing as Trish very proudly stated that she tackled Candice Michelle to the ground and beat her until the other Diva's screams attracted the security guards who dragged Trish off Candice and to Vince where she received almost endless verbal abuse from Vince.

Suddenly, Adam's flashback was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Amy's eyes snapped open as she sat up and raised an eyebrow at Adam. If it was Matt or another crazy MF'er, Amy was worried she wouldn't be able to control herself from assaulting the intruder.

Adam paced to the door, a knowing smile on his face. But damn, they were late!

"What's up red?"

"C-Chris?" Amy stuttered as she looked behind Adam and saw a several people crowding the doorway, Chris Irvine smiling at Amy from the front of the group. Adam moved to the side, his small grin turning into a huge smile as he watched his red-haired angel stare perplexed at him.

Amy took note of everyone that came in. Chris entered first, two six-packs of beer in his hands. Jay Reso followed, overshadowed by the huge figure of Tomko standing behind him. Jay smiled awkwardly at Amy, Trish pushed past Tomko and ran to the bed, hugging Amy immediately. Amy stood up and looked at the other people in the room with various snacks in their hands.

She looked over at the other people that had entered the room, Mick Foley was grinning at her, wearing the same clothes he always wore and behind him Eddie Guerrero stood, a large smirk on his face.

"Hey Chica, we just came here to see how you're doing. Well, that and Adam here told us to come over or he would sever both my legs, but the first reason is the main one." Eddie Guerrero said, a large smile pasted across his face.

"Yeah, Adam told us that you were depressed and all cos everyone's being bitchy to you and we just wanted to let you know that you still got us, ain't that right, Tomko?" Jay said, looking back at the tattooed man standing beside the door.

"…Yes."

Amy giggled as Adam walked across the room to Amy, he held her in his arms and kissed her softly.

"Woah, Junior, if you're gonna be doing that then you shouldn't have invited us…Well, not me, I wouldn't mind…" Chris said, he was cut of as Trish slapped him. He grinned at her sheepishly.

"So, we got some beer, some chips and some pretzels…which I can't find…" Jay said as he turned in circles, looking for the pretzels, his head turned as he heard a large crunch behind him.

"Mick! You couldn't even wait two seconds to start eating!"

Amy laughed as her friends- her true friends- started arguing. She looked up at the lanky Canadian in her arms staring down at her, he recaptured her lips with another searing kiss before backing away to sit on the bed as Chris handed out the beers and Trish emptied the snacks into Styrofoam plates.

They all sat down, behaving just like they used to before all the drama. Truly, these were the most important people in Amy's life. She took a sip out of her beer as everybody else in the room laughed and sniggered at Jay's lame jokes…

Well, except for Tomko…

CHAPTER 17

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