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"I had an awesome time last night," Kyle said, leaning over to gently kiss Sam. Sam smiled into the kiss, the duvet falling aside as she sat up.
"Me too," Sam murmured in agreement. It was true. Last night, with Kyle, it had been the best night in a long time. It felt a lot more real than any of her other countless one night stands.
You see, a long time ago, Sam Puckett discovered the power of the ring. She had been engaged to another high flying lawyer she had met in college, and they were going to get married at barely twenty three.
Of course, then she found out he had been cheating on her, and she walked out on their wedding. Sam, she couldn't quite bear to get rid of the rings, wearing them to the bar she stumbled across as she left the church.
Thats when she discovered the power. Fobbing some poor, gullible boy off with a tall tale of her horrific marriage pretty much guaranteed her getting laid, and she could leave the next morning without hesitation.
It was a perfect system, because it ensured she would never get her heart broken again. Sam had been playing this game for over ten years now, and she had no intentions of stopping.
"I think we should do this again sometime." Kyle suggested with a smile.
"Well, give me your number, and I'll call you." Sam grinned. "It's in my cardigan."
Kyle reached over, and picked up the light grey cardigan Sam had discarded on the floor the previous night. As he picked it up, her phone, and keys fell out of the shallow pockets.
"Oh, crap." he said, scrambling to pick the stuff up. "I'm so-"
Sam raised an eyebrow as he stopped mid sentence. "What's wrong?"
"What are these?" Kyle turned around, holding up the engagement ring and wedding band she had stashed in her pocket.
"Uh." Sam began, her heart racing. "They're circles?"
"You're married!" Kyle accused. "I don't believe this. I'm not the kind of dude who goes around stealing other dudes chicks."
Sam gaped at him for a second before she managed to make sense of his statement. "Its not mine!" She defended.
"Then who's is it?"
"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "Someone must have uh, slipped it in my pocket at the party?" She tried.
"I'm not stupid." Kyle said, and tossed the ring aside. "I think you should leave."
"Fine," Sam said finally, grabbing her cardigan and shrugging it on over her shoulders. She jammed her feet into her heels, and picked her handbag up from where she had thrown it aside the previous night. "I'll go."
"Don't bother calling me." Kyle said, gesturing toward the door.
"You're such a girl." Sam muttered as she marched out the door, viciously slamming it behind her. It felt a lot more real than any of her other relationships had, and she had screwed it up within a matter of hours.
That had to be a new personal record.
Sighing, Sam pulled out her cell phone, checking the time. It was barely eight am, meaning Carly would still be fast asleep, not having to get up for at least another hour for work. She really needed to talk to someone right now, and scanning through her contacts, Sam's eyes finally settled on Freddie.
He was a nub, he could basically double for a girl.
"Yo, Fredward." Sam said into her handset. "You free this morning?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Good. Meet me at the coffee shop by my law firm in a half an hour."
"Wait, Sam, I have to-"
Sam didn't bother listening to him, choosing instead to hang up, and stuff her phone back into her bag. Sticking out a hand, Sam hailed down a cab, not in the mood to walk the twenty minutes it would take to get to the coffee place in her ridiculously high heels.
They were a good idea the night before, not so much the morning after.
Actually, a lot of things seem like a good idea the night before, but that belief never really follows through to the next morning.
The cab pulled up outside the coffee house after a few minutes, and Sam paid the driver before tottering inside, and ordering the biggest coffee she could find on the menu. She needed the perk caffeine would provide her.
Choosing a table by the window, Sam sat down, and kicked her uncomfortable shoes off, and settled down to wait for Freddie. The nub better not take too long, Sam thought. She was not in the mood to be left alone with her thoughts right now.
"Whats up Sam?" Freddie asked, and Sam looked up to see her friend slide into the chair across from her, his two kids in tow.
"What up with the munckins?" Sam inquired. She wasn't much of a fan of kids, and even Freddie's son and daughter didn't make the cut of people under eighteen she could tolerate.
"Go get a cake or something," Freddie said, opening his wallet. "Just no coffee Rebecca, not after the last time."
Rebecca, his eldest nodded, and took her little brother Oscar by the arm, pulling him toward the counter.
"Their mom didn't show, again." Freddie sighed. Freddie, he had gotten married pretty young, a few weeks after he graduated from college. He and Sarah, his ex, had two kids before Freddie finally came to his senses and divorced her.
Sam nodded, unsure of what else to say. She had made her feelings about Sarah well known long ago.
"So, what's wrong with you? You're usually not awake this early unless you have to work, and you're off this week, right?"
"Just until Wednesday," Sam corrected. "And I've screwed up."
"What did you do this time?" Freddie sighed.
"I met this guy, and I really like him," Sam began.
"And let me guess, he found the wedding rings?" Freddie finished for her.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Now he thinks that I'm a cheating whore, and I really like this guy Freddie. I think it could be something real."
"Really?" Freddie raised an eyebrow.
"Really! What's so surprising?"
"You've spent the past twelve years avoiding serious relationships, whats made you change your mind?"
"When you know, you know I guess." Sam shrugged. "Now, think, what am I supposed to do?"
"Tell him the truth?" Freddie suggested, as if it was obvious.
Sam snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine how he would react to that?"
"I can only go on how I'd react, and I think it would be something along the lines of 'you're a crazy bitch.'" Freddie said thoughtfully.
"We're not talking about your ex wife here Benson."
"Ouch. That one hurt."
"Baby," Sam stuck out her tongue. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do?"
Before Freddie could reply, Rebecca and Oscar returned.
"I need to take a George." Oscar said, putting his gingerbread man on the table.
"Can you go with him?" Freddie asked his daughter. "Otherwise he'll spent the rest of the day in there."
Rebecca nodded, and the two Benson kids scurried away from the table again.
"Take a George?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I went to college with this guy called George, and he was complete shit head.." Freddie mumbled. "And you can guess the rest."
"You named your kids poop after a guy you went to college with?" Sam laughed. "Dude, that's pretty awesome."
"Yeah, yeah." Freddie said. "Why don't you just tell him that you're getting divorced?"
"That is.." Sam was about to finish her sentence with 'too obvious', but then realised too obvious was what she needed. So many years of creating fictional failing marriages had hard-wired her to be more creative than necessary.
"That's perfect!" Sam said. "Thanks Fredward. I owe you,"
"You owe me a lot," Freddie grinned. "But I'm pretty sure you'll never repay any of it."
"You got that right," Sam said, ruffling his already messy hair. "Alright, I have a relationship to go save."
/
Sam wandered into the sports hall where Kyle worked as coach of a kids soccer team. He was standing at the edge of the field, shouting orders at the hoard of nine and ten year olds.
"Kyle!" She called.
He turned around, and threw his eyes skywards as he realised who it was. "I thought I made myself clear Sam, I don't want to see you again."
"Just give me a second," Sam began.
"No. I am not going to be the other man, I saw what that did to my dad, and I'm not going to put some other guy through the same thing." Kyle interrupted, his expression hard.
"Adulterer! Fornicator!" One of the kids yelled, pointing at Sam.
"Take it easy Damien." Sam said, whirling around to face the kid.
"His names Silas," Kyle sighed, grabbing Sam's arm and pulling her toward his office. "And leave him out of it."
"I'll kill you!" Silas/Damien called after them as Kyle pulled Sam towards the door.
"Any time buddy, any time!" Sam yelled back, putting her best death glare on.
"Why are you here Sam?"
"To explain." Sam said, calming down a little. "Look, I am married. But it's a horrible marriage, we don't even speak to each other any more."
"If it's so bad, why don't you just get a divorce?"
"I am." Sam said quietly.
"You are?" Kyle said, his jaw dropping. "I can't believe this. I destroyed a marriage. What's my mom going to say?"
Sam tried to ignore the fact Kyle would tell his mom about his relationships in such great detail, and instead decided to reassure him otherwise. "No, no it wasn't because of you! I filed for divorce a long time ago, we're going to sign the papers in a couple of days, and I'll be a free woman. It's like he'll be dead to me."
"What's his name?" Kyle asked, seeming sceptical.
"His name?"
"His name." Kyle confirmed.
"Uh. George," Sam said.
"George what?"
"George Benson." Sam nodded. "Yup, that's him. That's my husband. Isn't that a shitty name? Anyway, George and I are splitting up, fortunately. I caught him cheating on me, with another woman."
"There's another woman?" Kyle inquired.
"Mmhm." Sam nodded. "Uh, Kiki."
"People always say they'll leave their husbands and wifes." Kyle pointed out.
"I'm telling you, he's happy with this.. Kiki woman, and now it's my turn. I want to be happy." Sam argued. "And the only way I can be happy is with you. I want to be with you and not be called a fornicator, or whatever that child of the corn in the hall was calling me."
"Okay." Kyle nodded. "I just need to hear it from him."
"Can he text you?" Sam asked. "Would that be good?"
"I need to meet him." Kyle said simply.
"Lets do it." Sam nodded, faking a grin. What had she just gotten herself into?
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Author's Note: My mam and I are huge fans of the movie 'Just Go With It' and this idea was born during one of our many rewatches while I'm visiting her. So, I'll rather cheesily dedicate this to my wonderful mother who's always more than happy to help me with this fic, and everything else really.
It's my first mulitchapter fic, so feedback is much appreciated!