Author's Notes - This is a fic I've started based on the Christmas movie on
ABC Family Three Days starring many of your favorite WWE characters. The
movie is the basis of the plot, but a lot is different as I'm sure you will
see.
Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
More Author's Notes - Please review, I want to know what you think and if I should even continue writing this fic. I hope you enjoy it.
Always Alone
Amy turned the light off in her hotel room and slowly walked over to the bed, the light of the little clock her only guide. She laughed to herself as she glided in between the sheets of the bed as she read the clock.
"12:47 am." She said aloud though the room was empty. "How sad has my life become that I am going to bed before 1 in the morning." She sighed deeply as she clutched the edge of the comforter and thought of what all of her friends were doing right this moment...
They were probably at a small bar in town seeing as they all had gone to The Outback the last two nights in a row. Off in a corner of the smoke filled room at a small table were Nora and Jay where sitting quietly trying to talk over the loud music while enjoying some non-alcoholic beverages. Out on the dance floor would be Andrew, Stacy, Jeff, and Trish, each dancing in their own unique way. Over at a large table near the dance floor would be many, many, many empty beer bottles and a large group of her co-workers all paired-off. There was Rey and Nidia, Maven and Lilian, Shane and Victoria, Mark (Bubba-Ray Dudley) and Lisa, and Brock and Dawn Marie.
Then just over at the bar were four people, two of which she never wanted to see again. Matt and Torrie would be leaning again bar looking at each other affectionately. That was the place that Amy had once fit into this whole happy picture, right next to Matt. That was of course until she had caught him in bed with Torrie six months ago thus changing her happy little world.
And then just a few stools down would be the only two single people (aside from her) in their group. The first was Chris Jericho; sort of an unofficial big brother to Amy and the person who had beat the shit out of Matt for what he had done to her. And standing casually against the bar next to Chris was him. He was the reason, other than Matt, that she wanted to stay home, to stay away from him.
Adam, he had been a good friend of her's from the minute she entered the company, but after her break up with Matt, she and Adam had become a lot closer, the best of friends even. But that wasn't why she didn't want to be near him. She was beginning to fear that she was starting to look at Adam as more than just a friend, and that scared her.
It scared her because of what Matt had done to her when she had given him her heart. It scared her because she didn't want to loose the wonderful friendship that she had with Adam. And most of all, it scared her because she knew that he did not feel the same way about her.
*He never said that.* A voice from deep inside of Amy said. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at this thought.
"Being told that you are 'the little sister I never had' is as good as saying that he doesn't feel the same way," she said aloud.
*But you never told him how you feel,* the voice said again.
"And I'm not going to. It's better this way, no one will get hurt." She told the voice.
*If you say so.* the voice said with a hint of sarcasm. Amy rolled over on her side and closed her eyes attempting to get to sleep thinking once again of all of her friends at the bar and her, alone at the hotel.
"Always alone." She whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
Author's Notes - Kind of depressing I know and it only get worse, so if you don't like depressing mushy fics, please don't bother with the next chapter. Please send me reviews, like I said, I want to know if I should keep writing this, or just try something new. Speaking of new, if you have any challenges or anything like that, feel free to send those along with your reviews.
Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
More Author's Notes - Please review, I want to know what you think and if I should even continue writing this fic. I hope you enjoy it.
Always Alone
Amy turned the light off in her hotel room and slowly walked over to the bed, the light of the little clock her only guide. She laughed to herself as she glided in between the sheets of the bed as she read the clock.
"12:47 am." She said aloud though the room was empty. "How sad has my life become that I am going to bed before 1 in the morning." She sighed deeply as she clutched the edge of the comforter and thought of what all of her friends were doing right this moment...
They were probably at a small bar in town seeing as they all had gone to The Outback the last two nights in a row. Off in a corner of the smoke filled room at a small table were Nora and Jay where sitting quietly trying to talk over the loud music while enjoying some non-alcoholic beverages. Out on the dance floor would be Andrew, Stacy, Jeff, and Trish, each dancing in their own unique way. Over at a large table near the dance floor would be many, many, many empty beer bottles and a large group of her co-workers all paired-off. There was Rey and Nidia, Maven and Lilian, Shane and Victoria, Mark (Bubba-Ray Dudley) and Lisa, and Brock and Dawn Marie.
Then just over at the bar were four people, two of which she never wanted to see again. Matt and Torrie would be leaning again bar looking at each other affectionately. That was the place that Amy had once fit into this whole happy picture, right next to Matt. That was of course until she had caught him in bed with Torrie six months ago thus changing her happy little world.
And then just a few stools down would be the only two single people (aside from her) in their group. The first was Chris Jericho; sort of an unofficial big brother to Amy and the person who had beat the shit out of Matt for what he had done to her. And standing casually against the bar next to Chris was him. He was the reason, other than Matt, that she wanted to stay home, to stay away from him.
Adam, he had been a good friend of her's from the minute she entered the company, but after her break up with Matt, she and Adam had become a lot closer, the best of friends even. But that wasn't why she didn't want to be near him. She was beginning to fear that she was starting to look at Adam as more than just a friend, and that scared her.
It scared her because of what Matt had done to her when she had given him her heart. It scared her because she didn't want to loose the wonderful friendship that she had with Adam. And most of all, it scared her because she knew that he did not feel the same way about her.
*He never said that.* A voice from deep inside of Amy said. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at this thought.
"Being told that you are 'the little sister I never had' is as good as saying that he doesn't feel the same way," she said aloud.
*But you never told him how you feel,* the voice said again.
"And I'm not going to. It's better this way, no one will get hurt." She told the voice.
*If you say so.* the voice said with a hint of sarcasm. Amy rolled over on her side and closed her eyes attempting to get to sleep thinking once again of all of her friends at the bar and her, alone at the hotel.
"Always alone." She whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
Author's Notes - Kind of depressing I know and it only get worse, so if you don't like depressing mushy fics, please don't bother with the next chapter. Please send me reviews, like I said, I want to know if I should keep writing this, or just try something new. Speaking of new, if you have any challenges or anything like that, feel free to send those along with your reviews.