There was a loud banging on Samantha's dressing room door as she finished curling her hair.
"Coming!" She called out, setting the curling wand down on a little piece of cloth before skipping over to the door. Twisting the knob, she pried it open and looked at the small brunette standing with her butterfly bedazzled championship. "AJ, what's up?"
"I just came here to let you know that I am going to support you one hundred percent. And, if you ever need me for anything, and I mean anything, I'm just one phone call away." AJ was smiling by this point, trying her best to reflect her sincerity towards Samantha.
Samantha nodded her head. "Thanks, AJ. But, everything is fine! Dean and I talked, and we both understand what we need to do."
"Are you sure? Because, I think that I could be a wonderful fatherly figure."
Chuckling, Samantha pulled a curled strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sure."
Another knock sounded from the door, although the structure was open. The two brunette's looked outside at the man in question.
"Dean," Samantha breathed so lightly that the name barely passed her thin lips.
"Hey, Sam...AJ." Dean looked around, and they could all feel the thickness of the awkward situation around them. "Sam, could we talk for a second?"
Samantha nodded, and motioned for AJ to move out of the way and she followed Dean out of the small room.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"What does this whole thing make us?"
With wide eyes, Samantha was shocked. She burrowed her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip before she began to pace the slim hallway that they were standing in.
"Is this supposed to make us something special?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, I guess we should have some form of a relationship."
"Relationship?" Samantha nearly collapsed. "We slept together once, I highly doubt that that qualifies us to be in a real relationship."
"I was thinking more along the lines of close friends."
Samantha bit the inside of her cheek. "Oh." She was beginning to realize just how maladroit this whole conversation was beginning to feel. "I guess that's more convenient."
He could feel his heart slow down, but not to a completely normal pace. "You seem really jumpy today...is everything okay?"
Smiling after the concern, Samantha nodded a 'yes'. "Everything is great."
Dean rubbed the back of his neck until a red spot began to form. "I have a match..."
"Oh, of course. Go ahead." Samantha smiled, reassuring him that everything was alright.
Giving her a small wave, Dean walked down the hallway and around the corner to the rest of The Shield members.
She could hear the spine-tingling screams coming from the crowd as she walked down the empty hallway. Samantha was trying not to feel upset about not being able to run out to the ring and devour the fans with her charismatic entrance, due to her "bun in the oven".
However hard she tried, she still felt awful about it.
Pushing her way through the thoughts, Samantha found herself surrounded by the dozens of superstars who spent their nights wound up in each-others company by the catering station. It was right next to the interviewing area, so she understood why they were all trying to stay pretty quiet.
"Hey, Sam. Long time, no see!" A faint whisper came up from behind the brunette, so she turned around at the first hint of words.
"Celeste...it's great to finally see you again." Samantha smiled, unaware of the pettiness that her expression revealed.
Celeste smiled. She seemed genuine, but Samantha knew of her recent allegations towards AJ, and that wasn't the only shocking message she seemed to be hiding.
"Where have you been? I thought that we were going to have a little rivalry way back when, but then they said that you had dropped out...is everything okay?"
Not knowing what to say, Samantha looked down at her feet and chuckled nonchalantly. "The trainer's said that I wasn't clear to compete."
"Oh no, really? That's terrible." Celeste reached out for the brunette's shoulder, but she stepped back reflexively.
"Sorry, I'm not usually this jumpy."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I get it! Being around all of us cleared superstars is a little intimidating."
Raising her eyebrow, Samantha thought of a few rude things that she could say, but she forced herself not to.
"Actually, I'm just tired. I forgot that I have a promo to cut tonight." Samantha waved and tried to walk past the two-toned diva, but she was stopped in her tracks by a strong arm blocking her from walking.
"If you ever need to talk, to anybody, I'll always be there for you." Celeste smiled again.
Samantha nodded her head and lightly removed Celeste's hand from her pathway. She rushed over to the curtains where she knew she was scheduled to be, and she quickly fixed her hair with her pointer finger.
She could hear the crowd grow louder and louder, roaring over the show's theme music. It was the greatest feeling ever; hearing those people's voices. She knew that it a matter of seconds, they would be tamed by the sound of her own music, and then they would all cheer for her.
And that's exactly what happened.
Plastering a cheap, fake smile on her face, Samantha took her time walking through the curtains and out into the chill of the arena. She had almost forgotten how cold it was when you weren't wrestling.
Samantha went through all of the steps of her entrance before she got to the squared circle, where she walked up the steel steps rather than rolling under the bottom rope: partially because she was pregnant, but mainly because she had on a skin-tight silver dress.
The brunette took a deep breath as she was handed a microphone that had the company's logo printed on the side. Thinking about everything she was told that she had to say, she could barely even concentrate on standing in her shoes.
Forcing herself along, Samantha raised the mic to her lips as her music faded in the arena.
"It's been awhile since I've been in this ring...and I sure have missed it." Samantha smiled as the crowd cheered for her, clapping and hollering at her words. "I wasn't sure if I was going to even come out here tonight, but something dragged me out here. Something important."
She took another deep breath as she looked down at her feet. The lights were beginning to really beat down on her and she was starting to feel light-headed.
"The other day, I found out something that's really going to change my entire world. And, as much as I've wanted to just put it off and to forget about it, I can't."
Part of her was ready to drop the mic and run out of the ring. She could feel her chest collapsing with every breath, and now her head was spinning our of control. It was driving her crazy; feeling the way that she was.
Just as she was about to say something else, a strong sense of emptiness ran through her spine and into her head, causing her to fall. Everything was black, and she couldn't breathe.
A few seconds later, she regained consciousness. The brunette felt incredibly embarrassed about what had happened, and she could feel her face turn bright red as the paramedics rushed to her side.
"I'm fine, I really am." She repeated the words, yet the doctors continued to ask her how she was feeling.
Before Samantha could object, the paramedics strapped her to the top of a stretcher.
"Would you just let me finish my promo?" She begged them to release her, but she was already secured down. Quickly, the stretcher carrying the brunette was pulled out from the ring and placed on top of a mobile.
Samantha was painfully uncomfortable. The straps were tight enough to keep her down, but she felt like they were squeezing the life from her.
Once she was backstage, a comforting voice grew closer and closer to her.
"Samantha, are you okay? You scared the hell out of me!"
"Dean...I'm fine. These guys just won't let me finish my promo."
He chuckled and brushed the top of Samantha's head with his thumb. "Everybody was so worried."
She was confused, but she couldn't think about it too hard without getting nauseous. Thinking back to earlier that day, she thought that it probably would have been a good idea to eat something before she ran out here.
"Sir, we're going to have to take her down to the nearest hospital." One of the men dressed in blue lightly pushed Dean back from Samantha's side.
"Why can't I come with?"
"You have to stay here, Dean. I'll be okay." The brunette smiled while she was being lifted into the back of a large red ambulance. She felt the back of the stretcher slam onto the hard floor of the vehicle, and she yelped a little.
Dean hopped when he heard her, and he rushed back over, only to be restrained by the same man.
"Listen, your girlfriend is in good hands."
My girlfriend. Dean repeated those words in his head, thinking how good they sounded. He calmed down enough to step back as the ambulance's doors closed, and the vehicle drove through the parking garage and out into the streets of Boston.
"She's not my girlfriend." Dean whispered, almost sounding disappointed.
La la la la la. An update for all of my readers. :) Too much fluff? Let me know. c:
Sorry, I've been busy lately and I couldn't update for awhile. Ugh, high school is just so stressful. It's taking too much away from my writing, ew. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter!
Let me know what you all thought by leaving a review (whether you're signed into an account or not) so that I know what I can improve on, or what you liked. Okay, that's enough blabbering.
Oh, and HAPPY 28TH BIRTHDAY DEAN. :) You're an interesting one, but you deserve a great day - even though this is being published at the end of your birthday - I DON'T CARE. YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A GOOD DAY TOMORROW TOO.
Okay, that's enough. Bye!
