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*May 2002*
Amy blinked at the sound of the phone ringing to her right, her gaze entire body turning due to the hard collar she wore and would have to continue donning for the next few weeks, thanks to her broken neck. She noted on the caller ID that it was Trish who was trying to reach her.
She wondered what was up. The little blonde was definitely one of her very closest and best friends, but it was a little unusual for her to call her on a Monday night, when she had to appear on RAW. The redhead's guess was that either Trish was more worried about her than usual, or else there was some kind of emergency going on and she needed to be informed of it. She sighed as she raised the receiver, answering the call and pressing the piece gingerly to her right ear.
"Hello, Trish."
"Hi... Oh, my God..." the Canadian diva said. "... How are you?"
"I'm okay," she admitted, wonder filling her as she speculated as to what was really on the little blonde's mind. "I hate to admit it, but I'm getting used to wearing this contraption."
"Aww," the Canadian diva said sympathetically. "Well, it'll come off before you know it. We've gotta have you coming back at a hundred and ten percent, so I'm all for it!"
"True," she replied without enthusiasm. She'd been so depressed lately, and not only because of her neck. She was feeling so incredibly lonely, despite the fact that Jay was a really sweet, caring and attentive boyfriend. He was definitely everything Matt had not been.
"Amy, you are *not* going to believe this."
The redhead perked up as best she could in her current physical state, careful not to turn her head too much. So, this was it - Trish had a piece of juicy gossip to share with her. Judging by the tone of the other woman's voice, it didn't seem like she was about to report an emergency, either.
"What aren't I going to believe?" Amy asked. The truth was, she wasn't really in the mood for gossip.
"Brace yourself," the blonde woman said. "I was just talking with Stacy a little earlier, and she had just talked with Torrie..."
'Oh, no...' Amy thought. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, preparing herself for the news. Torrie was pregnant... She knew it. Adam and Torrie were expecting a child, and that would be it - the tall blond man would forever be bound to the Idaho native, even if they were to ever get divorced one day. She felt the bile rising up in the back of her throat, which felt strangely and uncomfortably constricted. She prayed she wouldn't start bawling right now, on the phone.
"... Torrie and Adam are separated!" Trish cried, an excitement prevalent in her voice. "They're getting a divorce!"
"Wh-what?" If Amy had been able to, she would have shaken her head in her momentary confusion. Had she heard the other woman correctly?
"They're splitsville, Amy," the little blonde repeated. The truth was, the Canadian woman couldn't be happier. It wasn't that she'd ever felt anything more than friendship toward Adam, but she'd always thought he deserved far better than Torrie Wilson. The tall platinum blonde was somewhat nice, but somehow, it had seemed forced, and she was stuck up and a bit of a brat. Furthermore, she'd always felt Amy would be better suited for the blond man, but sadly, the two had never seemed to find one another in a romantic sense. And due to the fact that she knew the redhead to be in love with him, that was damn tragic.
"I... Are you *sure*, Trish?" Amy asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. Her heart was pounding so fast all of a sudden, but she didn't want to get her hopes up just yet.
"I'm positive," the blonde replied emphatically. "You know how close Stacy is with Torrie. Oh, it's over... They've been fighting like crazy, from what Stacy said. Adam decided he can't take it anymore, and so he filed for divorce late last week."
The redhead was struck speechless. She couldn't believe it. Why hadn't he called her? They'd been such good friends, so close for so long. Why hadn't Jay told her? But then she figured maybe he didn't know.
"Jay..." she managed to get out. "... Why didn't Jay tell me? I mean, if this is really true-"
"It's true, Amy," Trish insisted. "It's just too bad for Adam that he's stuck on SmackDown while Torrie is on that roster. I understand it's gotten pretty bad between them."
"But... But they seemed *fine* last month," the redheaded diva insisted. And why the hell was she arguing this? Adam separating and subsequently divorcing Torrie had been something she'd hoped for ever since they'd announced their engagement back in September! It *did* make her feel rotten, however, as she wanted the tall blond man to be happy. But the busty platinum blonde diva had obviously not made him happy... "They even both visited me in the hospital, and... and..." Her voice trailed off as the harsh reality suddenly hit her... Adam may very well be getting a divorce, but meanwhile *she* was still unavailable. She couldn't be with him, wouldn't get her chance yet again, only this time it was because she was with Jay. And while she felt so guilty for that thought, it wrenched at her heart. It seemed as though the gods were up there laughing at her, thrilled by the impossibility of it all. Evidently, they thought she and Adam should never, ever be together.
Trish frowned, feeling terrible as she suddenly realized her friend was crying.
"Amy?" she asked. Speaking the redhead's name only seemed to make the woman even more upset, as she began crying slightly louder, harder. "Aww... I didn't think you would take the news like *this*. I thought you'd-"
"I'm such a horrible person..." the redhead moaned. "... I'm glad Adam is done with her," she admitted. "She was never any good for him, anyway. But at the same time, I... I still love him, Trish."
The little blonde winced on the other end, but she wasn't surprised. In spite of the fact that Amy had been dating Jay since January, it didn't surprise her one bit that the redhead was still in love with Adam. It was so sad.
"I... I know."
"I'm horrible!"
"You're not," the Canadian diva protested. "I understand. I know what it's like to be in love with someone... And I can understand how heart-wrenching this must be for you. I mean, you want the chance to be with Adam, but at the same time, you don't want to hurt Jay."
Amy reached for a tissue just beyond her reach, situated on the coffee table and blotted at her eyes, then blew her nose.
"Yeah," she managed to get out. "Yeah, that's exactly it. Trish, what am I going to do?"
Trish remained silent, at a loss for words. This time, she honestly didn't know what to say.