"Hey, that was fun tonight," Adam Copeland chuckled as he regarded Amy Dumas playfully.  He was referring to coming out from the back during RAW is WAR, along with his best friend and tag team partner, Jay Reso.  The two of them, as WWF Tag Team Champions Edge and Christian, had attacked Women's Champion Lita, who had only moments before, successfully defended her title against Jacqueline.

"Oh, so you enjoyed spearing me two nights in a row, did you?" Amy asked her friend, an amused smile on her face.

"Oh, immensely," Adam joked.

Amy shook her head, rolling her eyes heavenward, but her smile grew into a fully-fledged grin.  She elbowed the tall blond man in the arm playfully.  "I can't wait to hurricanrana you next."

"What a coincidence...neither can I," Adam said, a devious grin on his handsome face.

Amy stretched her legs out in front of her on the bed upon which they sat.  They were in Adam's hotel room watching an old dracula movie starring Bela Lugosi.  She ran her hand through her long red hair as she thought about the situation.

She and Adam had become fast friends ever since she'd joined the WWF nearly seven months earlier.  At the same time, she had to acknowledge the deeper feelings she held for the tall Canadian.  Before they'd met, she'd seen him on the WWF's TV shows, and had even seen pictures of him from her close friends Matt and Jeff Hardy, and she'd always thought he was the epitome of a beautiful man.  Even back then, she'd had sort of a crush on him.  And then, when she'd actually met Adam, she had felt like some giddy junior high school girl.  It wasn't that she'd made a fool of herself in front of him or anything, but she got all warm and fuzzy inside as she'd gazed at him.

And during all this time, she'd managed to fall in love with the man.

"Hey, do you want something to drink?" Adam asked, breaking through her reverie.  For that, Amy was actually grateful.  If she dwelled too much on her feelings for him, she would only be reminded of how untouchable he was to her.  He was so much better than she was - why would he ever want her?  Then, she found herself shocked over that thought, as she had never been an insecure or self-effacing type of person.  Still, why would a man like Adam Copeland want a tomboy like Amy Dumas when he could have his pick of beautiful divas.  She sensed that Trish Stratus had the hots for him.

"Hey," the blond man said with a small smile.  "Did you hear me just now?"

"Yeah...sorry, I was just thinking," the redhead replied as she looked up to meet his amazing emerald-green eyes.  She felt as though she could just melt or drown in them.  "A drink?  Sure, why not?"

Adam rose from the bed and went to one of his bags in a corner of the hotel room.  He came up with a bottle, holding it up at her as he returned by her side.  "I have some champagne left over from last night...Jay and I got a couple of bottles after the TLC match.  It went so well, and we were so happy we were able to keep our championships that we decided to splurge."

"Cool..." Amy smiled at him, then turned around to grab two plastic cups that were lying on the nightstand by the bed.  "...I can't remember the last time I had champagne.  Actually, I can...it was when my cousin got married three years ago."

Adam snickered as he began to pour her a cup of bubbly.  "And let me take a wild guess - you were one of her bridesmaids and were forced to wear a hideous dress...oh, let's see - what color would it have been?  Orange?" he teased.

"You're wrong on more than one count," the redhead said, smirking as she eyed him with amusement.  "Number one, I wasn't a bridesmaid, number two my dress wasn't a hideous color - definitely not orange...and third, the cousin in question is a guy."

The tall blond laughed heartily as he poured himself some champagne.  "You're too much!"

Amy smiled as she took her first sip of the drink.  She wasn't much of a champagne drinker, as she'd only had it a total of three times in the past, but she thought this was pretty good stuff.

As she continued drinking, she wondered how Adam would react if she just leaned over and kissed him.  The impulse to do that often came over when they hung out one-on-one.  But as she always did, she chickened out and just sat where she was.  Before she took it upon herself to make any moves on him, she wanted a sign.  Besides, it wasn't her style to make the first move with a man.

"Hey, look at this," Adam said as he glanced over a cable TV movie card that had been laying on the table by his other side.  "Scream is coming on after this - the first one...that's the best one."

"God, you're such a horror movie buff."

"I am what I am," he replied with a wink.

For the most part, Amy remained silent during the showing of Scream, except for an occasional gasp of shock or fright.  She was known as being very squeamish over gory movies, and just about all of her friends teased her for it.  However, Adam relented a bit tonight, actually reaching out to wrap an arm around her during scarier moments in the movie.  And when the redhead reached down to grasp his hand during the famed garage scene in which Rose McGowan's character got crushed in the automatic garage door, he didn't pull away.  In fact, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

When the movie came to an end, Amy knew she was going to have nightmares all night.  She just hoped everyone would be kind in case she started screaming in her sleep in the middle of them.

She hopped off the bed as Adam flipped the television off with its remote control.  "Well, that was fun...goodnight."  She started to turn for the door, but the blond man grasped her gently by the wrist.

"Wait...can I talk to you for a minute, Ames?"

She turned back to face him, and, noting the serious expression on his face, she sat back down on the edge of the bed.  If she didn't know better, she could swear that Adam Copeland - normally Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected, looked nervous.  She found it kind of cute.

"What is it, Adam?" she questioned with concern.  He really did look uncomfortable about something.  Maybe he knew about her feelings for him and was about to tell her he didn't reciprocate them.  Maybe he was going to tell her he no longer wanted any late nights of movies - or anything else with her.  Maybe...

"Well, see...the thing is..."  Adam nervously ran his hand through his long blond hair.  "...err...okay...I feel a little uneasy telling you this even though we're friends and all, but..."

The diva braced herself for the worst.  She held her breath as she didn't dare interrupt him.

"...I have to be honest with you, Ames.  I have had the biggest crush on you ever since we met, and I was wondering if...well...if you would go out with me."

Amy gaped at him, so surprised that her mouth hung open.  Had she really heard him correctly?  Or was she in reality asleep, and instead of the nightmares she'd been dreading, she was dreaming this?

After a couple of minutes, Adam blushed and looked away.  "Okay," he said dejectedly, "you're not answering, so I think I can take the hint."

"What?  No..."  Amy began to laugh as she suddenly scooted closer to him.  She reached out with both hands to gently turn his head toward her, pulling the Canadian into a kiss.

Adam's arms instantly encircled her waist, drawing her even nearer to him as he kissed her back.  A sense of both relief and surprise overtook him as he became even more passionate and she responded in kind.

Amy didn't go back to her room that night.  Nor did she experience any nightmares of any kind...