Title: Proof not to trust a best friend in matters of your sanity... (Part 2 of 3)
Featuring: Amy 'Aimz' Campbell
Date: September 10th, 2002
Location: Theatre
Only hours before, Aimz and her best friend had been stammering out of a hotel headed, unbeknownst to Amy, to 'bump' into an old friend...''Okay...so what the hell movie is this and why the fuck do I have to be at the premiere?''
They were milling through the crowd in aisle of a jam-packed theatre, an usher motioning the two girls to their seats.
''Well you sure swear enough.'' Breanne laughed, decidedly ignoring both of her questions. Before Amy could see, she spotted someone coming up the aisle from the front...the exact person she'd been seeking.
...it was time for things to fall into place.
''Hey Amy...let's move forward a couple of rows.'' She had to lie, but knew her best friend would forgive her...at least after what was about to happen. Well, so Bre hoped.
''Yeah yeah, okay.''
When Aimz stood up and walked into the aisle, her face was squished into a Pennywise logo...
''Move!''
She was angry at her own clumsiness, though mostly at the other person's not looking to notice a 5'8' woman with pink streaked red hair in front of them, but all of that flew away when she looked up...
Only to see the shocked face of one that got away.
''Oh geez, I'm sorry...''
'Holy shit...is that........nah, can't be.''
''Umm........uhhhh...okay.......errr....hey...''
The tall, dark-haired man looked down on her with kind eyes, though confused at how this little redhead was studying his face so intently.
'You didn't....hit your head, did you?'
''Nevermind...I didn't think you'd remember me, anyway.''
'What are you talking abou--'' He looked at her closely for a moment...she'd sure changed. ''Oh my lord....'
''Yeah...umm...hi.''
He was entirely confused, but it seemed to vent from shock. 'What....how....what are you doing here?'
''Breanne dragged me out here to see a movie, I guess.''
'Neo's movie premiere?'
That's when it hit her.
''Neo...your best friend. My ex-boyfriend's best friend's big break...maybe she had another motive.''
Amy glared at Breanne, who was smiling brightly, giving her the thumbs up from her new found seat.
'Oh God....how have you been?'
''Okay...'' A second thought, ''I guess...'' Remember what just happened with Reno? ''...a bit,'' Stop kidding yourself. ''..........maybe.''
Just then, the shrill voice Amy knew so well floated up from the seats below.
''You two, get all smoochy or whatever and bring your asses down here!''
'Darcy' raised an eyebrow, quite obviously trying to contain laughter. 'Am I...missing something?'
''I think we're both missing something...but you wanna come down anyway? We can kill her after the movie. Or...uhhh...are you, like, here with someone..........?''
Why the hell did I just ask him that?
'No, no, I just came because Neo would kill me if I didn't...Jesus, this is unreal...but yeah, I guess I could come down.'
''So you're not with anybody...or are they just not here?''
'Wait, I'm confused....am I with anybody as in, did I come alone, or as in....'
''An in have you got a girlfriend or did some bitch do you over and leave you plastered on the wall like the last 'love of my life' did?''
'Wow, that sounds like one hell of a story....no, I rarely do the girlfriend thing, if you'll recall.'
''So...nobody since me?'' She pondered how long it had been, at LEAST ten months. ''...wow.''
'There just hasn't been any time...what with rehab, job searching and all...''
''Good to know you worked screwing me into such a busy schedule.'' Amy had to giggle...it was amazing to see him again and, however awkward, felt like 'old times'.
'Well, that's one way to put it....'
Bre: You knoooow you waaaant herrrrrrr...
'Do I...know you?'
Bre: We met a few times...you can call me the relationship fairy. My goal is to get her a boyfriend who doesn't rape monkies or wear lycra suits.
'Wow, I've been away too long....'
''Ahem...if we could stray away from the three ring cirus of idiots I've involved myself with lately........''
Bre: You'll be in bed by the end of the night!
'Okay, whoa....Are you suggesting.....me and her?'' He stuttered. ''I hope you know that came and went already...''
Bre: That's the point! This time, more coming, less going!
Amy cringed and shrunk into her seat. ''Shoot me now..........''
Miss LeLievre was indifferent. ''Shh, the movie's starting!''
''This'll sound weird,'' Campbell began, turning to her old 'flame'. ''...but can we get outta here and talk or something? Away from that giant thorn in my ass...'' She finished, gesturing to Breanne, who was caught up in the opening credits.
'How do you figure we do that?'
''Without internet geeks claiming you and I shot a hardcore porn by tomorrow morning? Hmm...''
The man chuckled, actually inciting an idea from Aimz...
''Tell you what...I'll go out to 'get a Pepsi re-fill' and you leave after a few minutes. That way, nobody gets the wrong idea.''
'Sounds like your experienced in ditching the paparazzi...'
''I learned the hard way after the whole world knew about our little romp, and that wasn't even in a spotlight NEARLY as big as the position I'm in now.''
'Tell me about it in a bit....'' He nodded forward, noting that everybody was about as captivated by the animated credits as Amy's best friend was. ''Now looks like a good chance for your 'refill...' '
''Aaaand...I'm gone!''
With that, Aimz slowly rose from her seat, holding her cup of pop as if it were light as a feather and by the time she was in the theatre lobby, the events of the last few minutes had settled into her head.
Bre had it all planned, but why Darcy Markson?
Of all the people she'd wanted to see, he was way down the list. It was awkward to see someone she never really broke up with, never really fought with and never really stopped caring about again...
He drifted away before I even hit PWA...
Breanne just pulled him back again. Speaking of being back, he was on his way over to her, eyes curiously wandering over Amy without her notice.
''Damn,'' He started then stumbled for a choice of words, finally able to see her clearly without the dark of the theatre shrouding her piercings, additional hair color or the fiery tattoos on her forarms. ''You've...uhh...changed.''
Amy giggled, creating a tinkling little noise that drifted to the rafters. Too girly for her comfort, she straightened up, frowned and tried to snap back that normal 'rebellious', cold and uncaring composure. ''Meh...nothing fundamental, just a little steel and ink.''
He was obviously searching for words that wouldn't get him slapped. ''No, not that.''
''Huh?''
''Just...I don't know.'' That drew an almost frusterated sigh from the now-pouting redhead standing before the rather towering and retired wrestler. ''You're not that fumbling little girl I had problems with before...''
''Fumbling little girl?'' Aimz had to laugh a bit...Darcy was always tried to be the mature one. ''Well I'm twenty now, if that helps at all.''
''TWENTY!? Jeez…how long HAS it been? You were eighteen when we started da---well…not dating, per say…….but y’know.''
‘’Yeah, I know.’’ She couldn’t help but laugh…until she noticed the barrage of people staring, pointing and whispering about the two. ‘’Uhh…would Neo kill you if you came out somewhere with me? There’s a Starbucks across the road…a little cheesy, but I think we’ve got A LOT of catching up to do.’’
No, NOT in bed…now I’ve just gotta keep telling myself that.
‘’I think he’d forgive me. After all, this IS you…he knows ya, we’re fine.’’
The classic Aimz-esque answer ensued…
‘’Thank God, ‘cause that movie looked like a piece of shit anyway…’’
And then it was Amy Campbell and her ‘favorite’ ex off to…where and what, exactly?
((Note: This is thrown together pretty fast...my computer's deleted NINE of my RPs so far, it's really starting to screw up on me...lol.))
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