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The next week
Amy was so distracted, as she'd been the entire week. She couldn't seem to clear her head ever since the Supershow, and her conversation with Adam in that musty supply closet.
What did it all mean? She knew from the start that it would be awkward. After all, what man wanted to see or even hear about his ex-girlfriend and whatever boyfriends she had since him? She knew men were quite territorial in a very primitive way.
The redhead wanted to talk to someone, a friend... A friend of the female persuasion was certainly what she needed right now. Trish was first on her list as always, but the blonde had grown a lot closer with Jeff since they'd returned. It seemed she was never as accessible to her anymore.
Amy sighed as she glanced over the arena hallway. She noticed Mickie and Chris talking softly nearby, standing close and intimately. The blond man kissed the brunette's lips quickly and then continued down the hallway, probably to his locker room.
Mickie stood there, watching her boyfriend with a tiny smile gracing her lips. She was almost mesmorized and suddenly realized someone was calling her name.
"Hey, Mickie!"
She turned her head in the direction of the voice. Her smile grew larger, and she waved at her friend.
"Hey, Amy."
The redhead hurried over to her, and the two women headed for the locker room.
"It looks like you and Chris have a great relationship," she said, a wistful sigh coming to her. It had once been that way between Adam and herself. Those days had been amazing, but they seemed nearly a lifetime away by now.
"Yeah," the small brunette said with a smile, "he's so cool. I haven't been this happy in a long time. Chris is unlike any other man I've been with in the past." She stopped abruptly as she realized that her friend seemed troubled. Something was undoubtedly on Amy's mind, and she sensed that she needed to talk. "So... How is everything, Amy?"
The redhead looked at her unhappily, wondering if she was truly that transparent. Then again, she and Mickie had grown close during her last year or more with the WWE before she'd left. The younger woman had a definite knack for reading her very well. She sighed.
"Everything's... Well, not good," she admitted. "Last week, with my band coming to play the Supershow was just..."
"Weird?" Mickie finished for her.
Amy nodded.
"Yeah. I felt so guilty bringing Shane here, Mickie... It was just... wrong," she said, shaking her head. "I know it shouldn't be that way because he's my ex, but... well, I felt really bad about Adam."
"Well, you two have a lot of history together, so I can understand."
"Exactly," the redhead stated. "But it wasn't only that... It was as if I was doing him an injustice - like I was being disloyal to him, like-"
"Like you were cheating on him?"
Amy's gaze swung over at the brunette. If she weren't feeling so disjointed and upset, she would have chuckled and hugged Mickie. She absolutely adored the other diva's uncanny ability to read her mind and finish her thoughts.
"Yes," she whispered, distraught. "Isn't that just too strange? We've been broken up a year now, and I still feel that way."
This time, Mickie didn't have an answer or retort for her. She simply eyed the older woman with sympathy and understanding.
"He... He actually confronted me about it."
"What? When?"
Amy ran a hand through her long red hair as she spoke.
"At the Supershow last week," she answered. "He pulled me into a supply closet and let me know he wasn't happy about Shane being there."
The shorter woman arched a brow at that bit of information.
"Wow. What did you say to him then?"
She bit her lip as she recalled the argument between them. It had been an awkward situation, to say the least.
"I... I told him how I felt when his girlfriend called when we were out to dinner together."
Mickie gave a short little nod. It was very typical, and she wasn't at all surprised.
"There are obviously still lingering feelings between the two of you," she said. She was unknowingly echoing exactly what Trish had been saying for weeks.
Amy's gaze was on the floor beyond them at this point. She didn't quite know how to grasp onto what her friend had just said. At the same time, it was nothing she hadn't already heard before, only with somewhat different wording. It was something for her to definitely ponder. After all, she'd thought she had gotten over Adam... But had she? Suddenly, she wasn't so sure. She sighed as she faced Mickie again.
"Maybe," she admitted.
The brunette studied her friend's face. There was such uncertaintly in her features, as though she doubted what she had just said. She guessed that, on some level, Amy didn't realize the exact feelings she held - or still held - for her ex-boyfriend.
"Well, here's something for you to chew on," she put in. "Why did his relationship with his girlfriend end?"
"I already asked him," the redhead replied. "He said it just didn't work out."
Mickie shrugged at that.
"Obviously," she said. "That's usually the reason for a breakup. The question is why didn't it work out?"
Amy stared into her friend's brown eyes and nodded. She'd asked herself that same thing time after time
during the previous week.