A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so enjoy and review!
"Sam. Come on! Sa- hey! Stop that!" Freddie exclaimed, narrowly dodging the pillow that was thrown at his head.
"I don't want to hear it Nub. You said no already. I get it." Sam grumbled bitterly. "It was only my biggest dream of the whole day and a half probably and you turned me down. I got it! You don't care about me anymore and now you want to break up. See you later."
She strutted to the door, slamming it fiercely behind her. Freddie threw back his head and groaned as he followed his overly dramatic girlfriend.
He found her outside the elevator door in the hallway slumped in a ball on the floor. Her shoulders were shaking and he could hear the sounds of faint whimpering coming from somewhere inside her cocoon.
"Aw Sam! Are you crying? Listen, I didn't know that the fight thing meant so much to you. I guess I'll just skip my Great-Aunts funeral and go with you if you really want to. I hate to make you upset, you know that right?"
Sam looked up. "It's the WWE/WCW/ECW Invasion PPV, and you didn't know that old bat anyway. It's not the end of the world."
"Sam! Were you even crying? I can't believe this. You are such a liar! Maybe I'll re-consider. " Freddie huffed angrily.
Sam got up and wrapped her arms around Freddie's shoulders. "I knew it would work baby. It always does…" With that she kissed him gently on the lips.
"I guess," Freddie mumbled against her lips, pulling her closer. "I'll just go buy the tickets then."
"Uh uh uh. Mama's not done with you yet." Sam hit the elevator button and as the doors opened she walked backwards into it, pulling Freddie with her.
"I guess I could wait a few minutes then." He smiled as the doors shut.