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Trish Stratus' face wore a pretty, beaming smile as she and Chris Jericho strode down the arena hallway hand-in-hand.
There was a houseshow taking place tonight, and she would be competing in tag team action with Amy - to take on the team of Molly and Jazz. The little blonde was looking forward to it, as she had great chemistry with all three of the other women.
"So..." the blond man said as the two approached the women's locker room. "Later, after the show - you, me, we go out to dinner and then catch a movie or something. How about it?"
Trish bit her lip as she turned to face him, coming to stop just beside the door to the locker room. Her small, slim, graceful hands came up to play with his shirt collar.
"Mmm... Sounds good, baby - especially the 'or something' part." She grinned sweetly, winking at her boyfriend, and Chris wrapped his arms around her waist as he chuckled. The couple exchanged a passionate kiss before separating, and the blonde watched her man walk down the hall. He turned to glance back at her from over his shoulder, and Trish waved before turning to the locker room door.
As the little blonde stepped over the threshold, her gaze instantly caught her best friend. Amy was sitting on a chair before the lockers, engaged in the task of lacing up her boots. Trish studied her for a moment, her mind instantly returning to what she'd witnessed last night. Although it was the redhead's personal life and not her own, and despite the fact that all parties involved were her friends, she felt as though she should say - or at least ask - something.
Glancing quickly around the room, the petite diva noted that each of women was busy in her own task. Not that Trish minded anyone overhearing anything, but she figured her friend would prefer it that way.
"Hey..." She smiled as she stepped over to Amy, who looked up to meet her eyes.
"Hey, Trish... Ready for our match?"
The blonde woman nodded.
"You bet..." Then, biting her lip, the Canadian diva decided the best way to bring up the subject on her mind was to just spit it out.
"So... How are things going between you and Adam?"
At the mere mention of the tall blond man, the redheaded diva's cheeks flushed. A smile instantly graced her lips, and she felt like a giddy teenager - all tingly and delicious inside. Adam had surprised her last night, but at the same time, she felt great. Most men would have been pushy and tried to get into her hotel room - into her *bed*. When she really thought about it, she knew she would have slept with him if that had been what he'd wanted.
"Look at you - you're beaming! And not only that... you're actually glowing," Trish said. She recalled the liplock her two friends had shared the previous night. Maybe Adam *was* the guy for Amy... Maybe they *did* belong together.
"Trish..." the redhead breathed, her hands coming up to clasp right under her chin. "I know he's been my friend forever, but... Adam is amazing..."
"Really..." The little blonde absorbed the aura of joy
surrounding the other woman, the sense of excitement and anticipation
in her voice. If she didn't know better, she would swear that Amy
was falling in love with Adam - if it hadn't already happened. And
she recalled the crushed look on Jay's face last night and felt
terribly for him.