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Amy woke up abruptly, with a sheen of sweat covering her body. She sat up in the hotel bed, covering her face with her hands. She couldn't shake off the remnants of her dream... and she wasn't sure she wanted to, either.
Adam... Her dreams had been chock full of him for weeks now. In the various night visions, she'd seen events that had actually happened between the two of them. And then there were those dreams of things that maybe could happen in the future, depending on certain factors. Finally, there were those that just saw the two of them together vaguely, like holding hands as they walked along a beautiful beach.
The dream she'd just had was one of the 'vaguies,' as she'd begun to think of them. And it had been so nice. Not for the first time, Amy wondered just exactly it was that she was doing with her life... what she was looking for. She had always dreamed of playing in a band, and she was doing that. She enjoyed it, but she wasn't sure she was enjoying it enough. That was one of the reasons she had decided to return to wrestling. The other was that she honestly loved it and missed the competition and the fans.
And hell, why was she deluding herself? She knew the biggest reason she had returned was to be near him again.
Running a hand through her messy red hair, Amy thought about what she should do. It was quite a difficult situation, and potentially could become a deja vu to the one she'd been in three years earlier.
She couldn't help but wonder, Is fate trying to tell me something here? She wished she knew for sure. Her cell phone suddenly started ringing, distracting her somewhat. A quick glimpse at the display told her it was Shane. She sighed and flipped the phone open.
"Hey," she said sleepily, "I just woke up."
"Oh, sorry - did I wake you?"
"No," Amy replied. "I had a dream, and that's pretty much what woke me up." She was sorry she sat that the minute the words came out.
Shane asked, "Nightmare, huh?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Oh. What was it about?"
The redhead let out a breath softly enough that she knew it went unheard by her boyfriend. Then, "It was about you." She bit her lip at the lie, hating to do that. But she couldn't very well tell him the truth, that she'd been dreaming of her ex-boyfriend - the one she'd been with right before him.
She kept the conversation short, telling him she had to get up and shower. It was the truth, and she wanted to be out early enough so that she could go find Trish. At the same time, she really wasn't in the mood to talk to Shane right now. She supposed it was a little rotten of her, but it was how she felt.
She wondered where Adam was at that moment. Probably on a flight, she thought. After all, it was a Tuesday morning, and he was part of the SmackDown roster, which had its show tapings on that day.
The redhead moved quickly, taking care of her business. Although she'd gotten to talk to Mickie the other day, she really did want to speak with Trish. It would just be her lousy luck if she didn't catch the blonde before she left for her flight home to Toronto.
Foregoing putting on makeup, Amy gathered up all her belongings, slipping a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. With her hair still damp, she cast a quick final glance at the hotel room. Satisfied that she'd left nothing behind, she closed the door as she slipped out into the hallway.
From just a little farther down the hall, she could see Mickie and Chris also leaving their room. She raised a hand to wave, and they smiled and waved back. After that, the redhead turned toward the elevators, and that was when she spotted Trish.
"Trish! Wait up!" she called.
The petite blonde stopped just on the stairs, turning her way.
"Oh, hey, Amy."
"Can you come back up? I really need to talk to you."
Without replying, Trish climbed the few stairs she'd walked down and approached her. She didn't have a wheeled suitcase like Amy this week, having instead opted for an over the shoulder. She came to stand beside her friend by the elevators.
"Sorry I've been a little scarce lately," the blonde apologized. "It's just..."
"I know," Amy said. Trish and Jeff had grown a whole lot closer since her return to the wWE, and they were now dating. "It's always like that in the beginning of a new relationship."
"Yeah." The Canadian's pretty face just about completely lit up as she beamed. Her brown eyes took on a somewhat faraway look, but then she snapped back to reality. "So, what's up? You seem almost... well, desperate to talk about something."
An elevator suddenly arrived, and the two women stepped into it. They were the only ones there. Amy sighed.
"Well, I talked to Mickie about this a bit the other day." She closed her eyes for a moment beneath the dark
shades she wore, then decided to just blurt it out. "Trish... I think I might still be in love with Adam."