"Hey, think you can live with out Lloyd for a day?" Cody asked, holding up two tickets.

Sam grabbed the tickets out of his hands.
"Nickelback?!" She screamed.

"An early birthday gift." Cody said.

"My birthday isn't until next month. You didn't have too." Sam said.

"Oh, ok. Then give them back." Cody said, holding his hand out.

"No way!" Sam cried, giving Cody a hug. "Thank you."

"I know it's early, but this is the only time we are close to them while they are touring." Cody explained.

"So what's the plan?" Sam asked seeing the tickets were dated for the next day.

"We'll meet up in the lobby at check out, and go from there." Cody smiled.

"Sounds good." Sam squealed. "You're the best." She hugged him again before seeing Paul down the hall. "Hey PJ! Guess what Cody got me?" She took off to show him.

Cody watched her, cringing when Lloyd met her with a kiss. They had been getting along great, while Cody and Brandi had been fighting more than ever. He thought back tot heir most recent fight, where she had threatened him for the millionth time that she was going to postpone the wedding. He spoke before thinking.
"Postpone? Just cancel the damned thing!" He yelled before stomping out of her apartment.
That was two days ago, and he hadn't talked to her yet. He had sent her a text telling her he needed to cool off.
It was killing him to see Sam giggling with another man. He knew it should be him, he just couldn't get up the nerve to tell her how he felt.

Cody's hands were sweating. He had been trying all night to tell Sam how he felt, and the night was coming to an end. Even after a few beers, he couldn't do it. He was terrified that she would reject him.

"Hey, snap out of it!" Sam said, gently slapping him on the chest.
"What flavor do you want?" They had stopped for ice cream, before heading to the hotel for the night.

"Did you have a good time?" Sam asked, as they stepped off the elevator, onto their floor.

"Yeah, I had a great time. Did you?" He asked.

"Well, yeah. I got to see my favorite band with one of my favorite people." Sam smiled.
"Even though you've been zoned out all night. What's wrong?"

"Tons." Cody said. "I'm ok." He gave a weak grin.

"Come in. We can talk." Sam said, holding her door open. Cody walked in and she sent PJ a text telling him she would call in a few minutes. They sat on the couch.
"What's wrong?"

"Brandi and I are fighting." Cody said.

"Have you talked to her, I mean about what we talked about?" Sam asked.

"No. The other girl, she seems pretty happy where she is." He said, remembering how Sam had sent numerous texts to Lloyd through out the night.

"Your happiness has nothing to do with the other girl. Cody you can't get married just because the person you want to be with is with someone else. You should get married because your in love and you can't live with out her." Sam took a deep breath. The last thing she wanted was for Cody to get married, but the thought of him finding true love with this other women scared the hell out of her.
"Please learn from my mistake. Get married for you. Because you want it, because you want her. Not because you feel like your stuck."

"I get what you're saying Sam, but what if I give up Brandi and never find happiness again?" Cody asked.

"Code, you aren't happy now. You won't magically become happy because you get married." Sam said, as her phone started ringing. "That's PJ." She said.

"Take it, I'm going to head to bed. I'll call you in the morning." He said, kissing her forehead.

"Thanks for tonight, Cody. I had a great time." She smiled as he got up and started towards the door.
"Hey." Sam said into the receiver. "The concert was amazing! Yeah I wish you were closer too."
That was all Cody needed to hear. As he walked to his room, he sent Brandi a text, telling her he would come to her place tomorrow, and they could talk.

Time with Sam always passed to quickly. Cody was already walking into the entrance of Brandi's apartment. He knew he should be there to tell her that he was done, and he was sorry for letting it go on for so long, but after hearing the little bit of the phone conversation last night between Sam and Lloyd, he was defeated.
He knocked twice and walked in. Brandi was sitting in front of the tv, flipping thru the channels.

"Cody." She smiled. "How are you?"

"Sorry." He muttered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"You need to tell me what's going on, I can't read your mind." Brandi said.
"Is it the wedding?"

"Yes." Cody said, sitting down and letting his head fall into his hands.
"I'm not ready for this. I don't want a huge wedding."

"When will you be ready?" Brandi asked.

"I don't know. When I call you and ask you to meet me in Vegas." He said, looking at her.
"You know that all this wedding stuff isn't for me. I never asked for this. I asked for you, not every one else. Not all this planning, all this stress. This is shit we can do without." Cody said.
"Do we really need personalized mints? Seriously! This is going too far."

"I just wanted to give you the wedding you wanted." Brandi said.

"Do you not know me at all?" Cody asked. "I don't want this. I don't want the huge ceremony. That's not me."

"So what are you saying?" Brandi asked.
In that instant Sam was sitting in front of him. That was all he could see, and he knew what he wanted, as he reached forward and pulled her shirt off. A loud growl came from his throat, as he tore the rest of her clothes off, picking her up and taking her to the bedroom. As Brandi moaned his name, all he could hear was Sam's voice. He pictured Sam's body as his thrusts grew faster. He imagined her pants of ecstasy being Sam's, and as she cried out his name one last time, it pushed him over the edge. Cody was trying to catch his breath as he rolled off her, and onto his back.

"God, Cody, where did that come from?" Brandi asked. It was her own voice he heard this time, he looked over at her.

"I have to go." Cody said, gathering his clothes, and walking to the door.

"But we haven't talked about the wedding." Brandi said.

"Yes we did. I was serious about Vegas." He said, tying his shoes. "When I'm ready I'll call you to meet me there. It will be us, and just us. That's it. When things slow down at work, we'll have a little party to celebrate. There is no planning, no buying, no dresses. I don't want the media to know everything before I do." He smiled at her as he grabbed his keys and left.