Sorry for the delay everyone, but it's been a hectic couple of weeks. Hope everyone hasn't forgotten about me. As always, I only Sam…
Sam nervously chewed on her fingernails as she waited for a response. She was worried that Steve would have forgotten about her by now.
"Hello?"
Sam shook the thoughts of out her head. "I'm sorry. What was that?"
Steve chuckled softly on the other end. "Off in another world there?"
Sam felt herself blushing. "A little. Did I interrupt you?"
Steve looked around at the two men staring at him. Steve kindly flipped Mark the bird as the Deadman filled J.R in on what had been going on as of late. The smirk on the elderly Oklahoma native did not go unnoticed by Steve.
"Nah, not at all. I'm just grabbin' a bite to eat 'fore I head back to the hotel. Did you get my gift?"
Sam giggled on the other end. "Yeah. I must give you extra points on originality, Mr. Williams. No man has ever sent me a case of beer before. It was definitely different."
"Well, I didn't really know what else to get ya."
"Trust me, the beer is great."
Steve nodded as if Sam could see him. He chugged a piece of toast at Mark, who was now making hearts with his hands, much to the delight of Jim.
"About the tickets…"
"Is there a problem?" Steve asked nervously. He never made it a point to seem desperate, but there was something about this girl that he could not get out of his head.
"Well, I don't want to impose on your weekend or anything. I'm sure you're busy."
"Honey, all I gotta do is drink beer and shave someone's head. It's far from rocket science. If you don't want to come down…"
"No, no, that's not it. I mean, if you are sure I won't be a distraction…"
I can't promise her that she won't be a distraction. "Then it's settled. I'll have someone pick you up from the airport on Friday."
Sam bit her lip. What the hell do I have to lose? "Alright, cowboy. I'll see ya then."
Sam went home that night with a big grin on her face. After promising to work some double shifts for Joe, he agreed to let her have off this weekend. She turned her key and the door and let herself in the house. She went to the kitchen to start putting the beer and the bottle of Jack away. She hummed along to a song that she had heard on the radio.
"You certainly seem to be in a better mood." Sam rolled her eyes, but didn't dare turn around. Michelle always expected people to apologize to her and Sam was not in the mood to play the good guy. She was determined to stick to her guns this time. Besides she was too excited to let anything bring her down right now.
"That's cause I am in a better mood."
Michelle nodded. "Good. Now about earlier…"
Sam put her hand up to silence Michelle. "I don't want to talk about earlier. You have your opinion and I have mine. How about we just leave it like that?"
"Well, you have to admit, you were out of line."
Sam glared at Michelle. "You think so? You what I think is out of line? Your attitude, lately. I don't know what the fuck your problem is and personally, I am tired of caring. I am sorry that you idea of a double wedding and matching birthdays for our children is down the drain, but I didn't fuckin do it and maybe you need to stop being a girlfriend and remember what it was like when you were my friend."
"All I am saying is that people fuck up. It doesn't make them a bad person. Everyone deserves a second chance."
"Yeah, they deserve a second chance if it's what Michelle wants."
"You are being unfair."
"I'm tired of being fair. I'm tired of people taking my kindness for weakness, I'm tired of feeling like I should apologize for the way I feel or who I am. I'm just fucking tired. It doesn't help with you staring me down every time I turn around, reminding me of things that you don't approve of."
"I just want you happy."
Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head. "We have two completely different definitions of happy." Sam grabbed a beer and popped the top off. She grabbed a cigarette and lit it up.
"I'm leaving town this weekend."
Michelle looked up, shocked. Sam never went out of town, unless she was going to Atlantic City. "For what?"
"I need to get away. All this shit is too much for me to deal with right now and I think that we need a break from one another."
"What about work?"
"I took off."
"I thought you were so excited to be able to watch Wrestlemania at the bar this year and now you are prepared to miss it?"
Sam took a long gulp of her longneck and set it down on the counter. She offered Michelle a smirk. "Something tells me that I'm not going to miss the show."
Sam struggled to fight through the crowd at the airport. She was surprised at how calm she was, being that it was her very first time on an airplane. Other than the slight ringing in her right ear, she felt great. She scanned the room, searching for any sign or anyone that might look like they would be linked to Steve.
At the corner of her eye, she spotted a woman in big, oversize sunglasses, four-inch heels, and a baby bump. The woman seemed to be staring at Sam. After a few minutes of staring between the two ladies, the woman approached Sam.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
The woman took off her glasses and Sam couldn't help but feel a tad overwhelmed. "Holy shit, you're Dawn Marie."
Dawn offered the woman a soft smile as she led her towards the front door. "Do you have all of your things?"
Sam numbly nodded. "Wow. I'm sorry. It's just that; I used to go to the bingo hall in Philly back in the day to see ECW. It's a little surreal to see you in person."
Dawn slightly blushed. It felt nice to be known as more than just the girl that slept with Torrie Wilson's father. Dawn looked approvingly at the young, naïve brunette. I think I am going to like her. "Thanks. Well, let's get you going, chick. There's a rattlesnake that's anxious to see you."
