Trying to Find Atlantis

Prologue

Disclaimer: I own no one!

A/N- Ever heard the song, "Trying to Find Atlantis" by Jamie O'Neal? It's about trying to find the perfect guy. This is what this fic is based off of!

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"Amy, no!" Trish declared, wrinkling her nose. "A- I don't do blind dates and B- Especially not blind dates set up by you," The fiery red head threw her hands in the air.

"You're the only single one among us!" Amy exclaimed. "As your best friend, it's my job to fix you up,"

Settling herself on Amy's bed, Trish stole a handful of gummy bears. Amy's taste in guys bordered on odd, especially when it came to fixing Trish up.

"No!" Trish squealed. Amy shook her head. "I still remember the last date you sent me on!" Amy pulled a pillow over her head, to muffle her scream.

"Was it my fault that Rob showed up drunk?" Amy asked, pulling her gummy bears away from Trish. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to steal a pregnant woman's gummy bears?"

"Well, yes, I did the same thing to Maria, but she never hooked me up with a drunk Rob Conway," Trish muttered. Amy threw her hands up.

"I fixed Maria up with Marty," Amy murmured. Trish rolled her eyes. The guy ate worms as part of his gimmick! Wasn't that the perfect example of her point?

"That's not the point!" Trish muttered, snatching the bag of Gummy bears back. "What's wrong with being single?" Growling softly, Amy snatched the bag of Gummy bears back.

"Lay off my Gummy bears," Amy muttered. "There's nothing wrong with being single. I just don't see you as the 'forever single' type. You're more of a 'crazy in love'" Trish rolled her eyes.

"Got anything else?" Trish asked, not wanting to test her pregnant friend's will. Amy reluctantly handed her a plastic bag of Gummy Worms. "Thanks,"

"No problem. I hooked up Maria. I hooked up Stacy."

"TO A MALE STRIPPER!" Trish squealed. "I am not going out with anyone who calls himself Mr. Big," Amy rolled her eyes.

"His name's Theodore." She said. Trish shook her head.

"His stripper name is Mr. Big,"

Flopping her head on a pillow, Trish struggled to express what she was thinking. Amy meant well, she realized that. Then again, Amy's good deeds often went wrong, in some way, shape or form. It was never her fault though. These things just happened to her.

"You can't judge a guy by his stripper name," Amy said. Squealing loudly, Trish sighed.

"Fine!" she relented. "One date! However, if he is the slightest bit drunk, stoned, or homicidal, I'm going to kill you!" Amy chuckled softly.

"You can't hurt a pregnant woman. It's in the rules," she said. "Trust me,"

Trish just hoped Amy was right.

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Sorry it's so short but it's just the prologue.