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Lita laughed as she and Trish exited the small backstage room together, the blonde relaying the story of how she and Christian had first met.
"Is he *really* that clueless when it comes to pickup lines?" the redhead cackled. "'I lost my phone number, can I have yours?'"
Trish laughed along with her friend.
"I know! It's really amazing, isn't it? I mean, one, that I ever gave him the time of day after that, and two, that he's actually *evolved*!"
"I would *hope* so!" Lita quipped, laughter still bubbling from her. "I see that you've trained him quite well."
"Where *is* my Prince Charming, anyway?" Trish asked, her gaze sweeping over the entire club floor. "I would've thought the guys would be back by now."
"Maybe not. I haven't known them *that* long, but those three really do like to be fashionably late." Lita's happy expression fades as she thought about the still growing rift between her and Edge. It was so strange. What was it with the tall blond man? She just couldn't figure it out, and it was maddening.
"What's wrong?" Trish asked with concern, taking note of the change in the taller woman's demeanor.
"It's Edge," Lita admitted. "I just don't get him - we became such good friends, and then poof - he avoids me like the plague." She shook her head sadly.
"Hmm..." The little blonde placed her hands on her hips as she thought about it. "I dunno... maybe he's peeved because your ex is coming here with his band?"
The redhead was silent for a beat before another possible reason for Edge's sudden indifference hit her.
"That's it! Trish, you're a genius!"
"I know..." the shorter girl nodded, a teasing grin on her face.
"But I don't think it's anything at all to do with Dave - I think it's about Sean."
The petite blonde recalled the handsome, tattooed bass player and arched a brow.
"Oh, him? Yeah, you know, he does seem to like you, Lita - a *lot*," she emphasized.
"Who? Sean? Nah, we've always only been buddies."
"Li, come on - you don't find him *more* than friendly toward you?" Trish pressed. "The guy goes out of his way to hug you and stuff."
"Well..." the redhead began, hesitating as she carefully considered what her friend was implying. "But still - we *are* just friends. He's never said anything to indicate he wants anything otherwise."
Trish smacked herself in the forehead in frustration.
"Amy, don't you see? Guys are weird... Okay, so Sean O'Haire didn't just come straight out and hand you a cheesy line like Christian did me, but think about it!"
"Wait - I'm all confused," Lita said, shaking her head, her hands out in a helpless gesture. "So, even if what you just said is true, why would it matter? Are you saying Adam is jealous?"
The blonde gaped at her friend, seemingly about ten seconds from either groaning or just reaching out to strangle Lita. It amazed her that the redhead could really be so clueless.
"Yes, that would be a fair assumption."
"Heh..." Amy placed a slim forefinger against her chin, her gaze focusing on nothing as she thought about that idea. Edge with a crush on her? Edge liking her to the point that he was jealous of an old male friend of hers? Somehow, it seemed impossible... yet, at the same time, what Trish was saying made a lot of sense. She looked back at her friend.
"So, what do you think I should do?"
Trish rolled her brown eyes in exasperation.
"Talk to him, girl!"