This guy has danced for me
And I have danced for him
This guy has cried for me
And I have cried for him

Many miles, many roads I have traveled
Fallen down on the way
Many hearts, many years have unraveled
Leading up to today

This guy has prayed for me
And I have prayed for him
This guy was made for me
And I was made for him

Many miles, many roads I have traveled
Fallen down on the way
Many hearts, many years have unraveled
Leading up to today

I have no regrets
There's nothing to forget
All the pain was worth it

Not running from the past
I tried to do what's best
I know that I deserve it...}

Amy smiled gently, a soft laugh escaping her as she looked up at Adam, who seemed to be enjoying himself.

When he'd come back from training with Rey Mysterio, they had met up and gone out, and they'd found an arcade.  They were currently playing skeeball, and the blond man was taking his turn.  He was laughing excitedly as the ball he'd just tossed landed into the 50,000 spot.

"Oh, there's no doubt that I rule!" he exclaimed, and he turned to face the smiling redhead.

"You so totally do!" Amy said with a laugh.  She raised her right hand, and Adam high-fived her.

They'd played a few rounds of the skeeball, as well as some air hockey and a couple of video games as well, and had amassed several tickets worth points, which they could trade for prizes.

Now done with his game, the blond man took the tickets the skeeball machine printed out for him and put them in his pocket, along with the others he'd won.

The redhead bit her lip as she gazed up at him.  He turned toward her and put an arm around her shoulders, steering her back over to the air hockey table, which was again free.

"Let's play another round," Adam said, grinning down at her.

"Why?  So you can kick my ass all over again?"

The Canadian moved around to the other side of the table, giving her a mischievous look.  "You got it, baby."  He winked playfully at her.

The diva shook her head as she rolled her eyes at his response, a chuckle escaping her.  "Okay, fine...you're on - but only because it's your birthday."

The tall blond man laughed and rubbed his hands together, then reached into the pocket of his black leather pants for two quarters to start up the game.

Amy grabbed her playing piece, preparing as Adam retrieved the puck from the slot on his side of the machine.  "Who's gonna serve?  Do you want to?" he asked her.

"Sure, why not?" she said, reaching over with her left hand for the puck.

They went back and forth, playing the game with vigor, both of them laughing with the sheer pleasure they were getting out of the simple game of air hockey.  The blond scored three points in a row in the same way, the diva serving and he getting the better of her.  Amy cursed with frustration, but she giggled good-humoredly, guessing her instincts weren't quite as quick as she would have thought.

"This is not fair!" she cried as she eyed Adam.  "You've got a big height advantage over me!"

"Oh well..." he said with a shrug, a smirk on his handsome face.  "It's not my fault I'm this height..."

"Oh, yeah - ha, ha, ha..." the redhead said, but a grin spread across her lovely face, her hazel eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at him.  "I'd be better off playing this game with Rey - at least I'm taller than him!"

"Don't be too sure," Adam quipped.  "No offense, Ames - but you totally suck at this!"  He laughed heartily, and while he did so, the young woman took advantage of the situation and stole a point by knocking the puck into the opening on the table on his side.

"You cheater!"

The redhead laughed it up.  She was enjoying herself immensely.

Once again, the tall blond ended up winning, which made them 4-1 in air hockey for the day.

"I have a little confession to make," Amy said, a little smile on her face.

"Yeah?  And what would that be?" the young man asked, his emerald eyes fixed on her hazel ones.

"I let you win three of those games," she said, poking a forefinger into his chest playfully.  "Specially for your birthday!"

"Yeah, right!"

"It's true!" Amy insisted as they made their way to the counter across the room to exchange their tickets for prizes.

"Quoting Kurt Angle doesn't work for you," the Canadian quipped, his green eyes sparkling as he gazed at her fondly.  "A shiny, bald pate wouldn't quite cut it on a hot chick like you, Ames..."

The redhead swatted him in the arm playfully, unable to hold back her laughter.  Adam grinned and grabbed hold of her hand as they stepped up to the gift counter.

Amy's senses were all alive at the sensation of her hand in his much larger one, and she bit her lip as she glanced down at their hands.  Then, raising her eyes back to his face, she noticed how quickly her heart was beating.

The redhead was so overwhelmed by the feelings that were consuming her that she didn't even notice what it was that the girl behind the counter had handed Adam.  Then, the tall blond turned to face her.

Amy glanced at the object he held, and he handed it to her.

"Here - this is for you," he said with a small, sweet smile.

She looked up to meet his eyes as she took the item from him, then glanced down at what she was holding in her hand.  It was an adorable plush bulldog with a big red bow around its neck.  Amy had noticed it earlier, and she'd mentioned to Adam how cute she'd found it.

"Oh, Adam, you don't-"

"Yes, I do...you deserve it."

He smiled and raised a hand to her head, gently but playfully ruffling her hair before pulling her to him in a hug.