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Edge found himself grinning for the first time in about twenty-four hours. Last night, he'd competed in a match with his new enemy, CM Punk, on Punk's show, ECW, and lost... He'd been in a crummy mood the rest of that night, even while in bed with the beautiful and voluptuous Maryse. Then, that morning, he'd awakened to find himself not only in a strange hotel room with the wrong diva - he'd somehow switched places with Punk - literally.
Now, he sipped a beer and languidly chatted with Amy Dumas at the bar at which her band, The Luchagors, had played. It was definitely a nice change of pace. He was more of a metalhead than into punk music, and the band wasn't that great, but it was a distraction he'd definitely needed. And for the first time in a day, the Rated R Superstar felt normal - like himself.
"My God," Lita suddenly said as she put down her drink and merely stared at him. She shook her head, her gaze drinking him in. When he gave her a questioning look, she said, "I just can't believe you look like CM Punk!"
So much for that... There went any semblance of normalcy he'd been feeling. It all went flying out the window upon her statement.
Edge rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, I know." He chugged down the rest of his bottle of beer, not even thinking about how that goody-goody Ashley would no doubt smell the alcohol on him when he returned to the house. He was having too much fun acting and feeling like himself.
"What are you going to do?"
He shook his head, his gaze falling to the now empty bottle in his left hand.
"I don't know," he admitted with despair. "I miss myself," he murmured, and it felt damn weird to utter such words. "I miss Maryse."
The brunette winced at those last three words. It was so very subtle, she knew Edge missed it. But it stung to hear him talk about someone else, even though they'd broken up more than a year prior. The twinge told her she wasn't quite over him. However, he was already upset, so she held her tongue against speaking any of this aloud. The last thing she wanted to do was complicate his life any further than it already was at the moment.
"Might I add," Edge cut in, "I hate Chicago!"
Amy eyed him with sympathy, though she didn't quite get his newest gripe. She thought it was a pretty cool city herself. If only she could show him around the place... Back when she was still with the WWE, they hadn't gotten to really see much of the cities they toured in - other than Mexico City and Belfast. She knew how Edge tended to operate - when he went somewhere strictly for a live event with work, he did what he had to and then went home. And knowing what a homebody he truly was, she knew this odd switch had to be really killing him. He had to miss his home and dogs something awful. Her heart went out to him.
"Hey," she said softly, "it'll all be all right." She placed a hand gently on his.
He just eyed her with the most baleful look she'd ever seen.
"It will."
Edge studied his former girlfriend and saw all the quiet confidence on her face, in her lovely hazel eyes.
At the same time, he felt strength and warmth emanating from her soft fingers. He believed her... He had
to - because if he couldn't believe in Lita, then he had no hope left.