Chapter 3 – The Dress Problem

A/N: Titles are boring…heh!

                She knew she was partially awake, but. Like usual, she fought to stay asleep. She allowed herself to curl closer into Rob, who slept quietly next to her, hiding her face into the nape of his neck. It bought her a few minutes, but soon even Rob had finally stirred awake.

                "Sam." Rob whispered.

                "Mm?" she asked at the quiet voice.

                "You up?"

                "No." she responded, cuddling into him more.

                "You should be." He replied, poking her lightly.

                "I don't want to get up." She moaned.

                "When do you?" he asked. She sighed as he sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached over and patted her side. "Come on, it's already daylight."

                "Let them find me." She pouted. "I don't care."

                "Well I do." He laughed. "Now come on." He stood up and stretched. With much effort, she finally sat up, covering herself with the blanket even though she had both sets of undergarments on. She winced at the light from the sun that was pouring in through the window she was face. She felt him go onto the bed again, and leaned against him when he wrapped his arms around her blanketed waist.

                "You mad at me for waking you up?" he asked.

                "Of all your faults, you think I'd be mad at you for that?" she smirked.

                "Thanks." He replied , shaking his head. "Anyway, you better get dressed and head out. Ya know how the Alliance is, early call and such."

                "I know, I know." She sighed. "I wish we didn't have to sneak around like this. Hasn't Vince offered you a job in the WWF yet?"

                "Well actually…" he paused. "Yeah, he has."

                This caused her to turn her head to look at him. "He has? When?"

                "A while ago." He responded slowly.

                "Not following here…and you aren't in the WWF now why?"

                "Uh…because I said no?" he got up from her, and she quickly followed, still having the sheet wrapped around her.

                "You did WHAT?!"

                "I told him no." he explained with a small shrug.

                "Rob! That could have been our chance…our chance to be a NORMAL couple."

                "Actually, normal isn't a word for us in any sort of situation."

                "Not laughing here, buddy." She stated, looking annoyed. "How could you say no? And, more importantly, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?!"

                "Because I knew if I did I'd get my ass kicked?" he squeaked.

                "URGH! Now I am leaving." She grabbed her clothes and shuffled into the bathroom. Rob attempted to follow but she slammed the door in his face, almost causing him to slam into it face first.

                "Sam, honey, don't be mad…" he called to her. She didn't respond, and he sighed, knowing it was no use to calm her down through the door. He sat next to it, putting his face in his hands. She came out a few minutes later, and he stood up to find himself eye to eye with one very angry Samantha Wesley. He took a step back at the sharp glare he received, knowing the look all too well.

                "Don't even say anything, Rob, because I want to break one of your limbs right about now." She spat.

                "Sam, just LISTEN to me." She started walking from him to get her bag. He caught her arm and she went to swing at his face, but he caught it. They stood there a second, looking like idiots.

                "Let me go." She said in a dangerous tone.

                "Not until you listen to me." He replied with intent in his voice that kind of took her aback. Rob had never really said anything in a forcible manner. "Now I'm going to let you go, if you promise not to give me a black eye." She glared at him. "Promise?"

                After a very long pause of them just glaring at each other, she finally broke the stare and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, fine." She muttered reluctantly.

                He released her, and she rubbed her wrist, as that was where Rob's hands ended up grasping at her the most. She silently brooded over the fact that for once she wasn't in charge, and said nothing to her boyfriend, didn't even look at him. "I know you're upset with me, Sam, but you gotta look at it the way I see it. ECW has made me who I am today, and I can't just leave it when it needs me the most."

                "So what, is your damn company more important that me?" she asked with harshness, looking up at him finally.

                "You know that isn't fair." He said calmly. "I love you because you're my girlfriend, I love ECW because it's like my family. Would you leave Kurt if I told you to?"

                "Well now that you mention it…" she trailed off.

                Rob rolled his eyes. "Bad example, I guess. But do you understand where I'm coming from, Sam?"

                She stared at him for a moment and most of the anger sort of disappeared from her features. "I guess so." She admitted resignedly.

                "You still mad?" he asked, looking at her straight in the eyes. "Sam?"

                She let loose a heavy sigh. "No, I suppose not."

                "You're going to still be mad at me, aren't you?"

                "Am I that obvious?" she pouted. Rob smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead.

                "No matter what happens, you're the only one for me, got it?" he promised. "All this company crap can never keep us apart. Once it's over with, we can be normal...abnormal...insane…dysfunctional...I'll let you pick the disorder." She couldn't help but laugh. "So can I still go with you to that wedding?"

                "Wedding? What?" she asked, confused. Rob raised a brow.

                "Remember? Your cousin or whatever? Isn't that tomorrow? I remember you making Kurt invite me, Raven, and Chris."

                "Weddi…oh shit! Wedding! I forgot!" she gasped. "How could I forget?!"

                "I don't know, Kurt was talking about it yesterday." He pointed out.

                "And when do I ever listen to him?" Sam asked. "Crap. I need to get a dress. Or a skirt. Or something. Urgh! Busy busy busy." She grabbed her bags. "I have stuff to do. I have to get going. Go—"

                A loud knocking of the door cut her off. Both of them froze.

                "Rob? Ya awake, man?" called the voice from the other side of the door.

                "Fuck." Rob hissed. "Hurry, get into the closet." To the person at the door, he spoke a little louder. "Be right there, I ain't dressed yet, man."

                "You really need to wake up earlier, dude."

                Rob ushered her into the slightly tight closet and with effort sat down, holding her stuff to her chest. "Close the door." She whispered, and he nodded. He quietly shut it and then pulled on a pair of pants. She watched through the holes in the door as he walked over and opened it.

                "Kanyon. What a uh…pleasant surprise." He paused. "What brings you so…early in the morning?"

                "I'm real sorry, RVD, but I needed ta talk to you." Kanyon entered without really asking if he could, and RVD just sort of blinked, shrugged, and closed the door.

                "Were you talking to someone?" he asked, curiously.

                "Just to myself." Rob said innocently, never losing his cool.

                "Oh." Kanyon said, though sounded a bit confused. "Yourself?"

                "Yeah, don't you ever do that?" Rob asked.

                Kanyon paused. "Er…yeah, of course, Rob."

                "Cool." He nodded. "You need something?"

                "Yeah, actually…I need some advice, Rob. I'm so ashamed." He sniffed. Sam tried not to shift too much, but there was something jabbing her hard in the back and it was annoying her. "Hey, did you hear something?"

                "Probably the people next door. They've been doing a little something something, if you get my drift." Rob covered with ease. Sam always marveled that, his ability to cover things up with quick thought-up lies.

                "That's what I wanted to talk about…Rob, I need sex." Sam couldn't see Rob's face, but she almost choked on her spit and tried to see more.

                "Ah, Kanyon, dude, I don't go that…" Rob's voice held sudden nervousness.

                "Not with YOU. With Lita." Sam tried to hold back a snicker at that. The day Lita slept with a guy like Kanyon was probably the day the world ended.

                "Why are you telling me, exactly?"

                "Because you're smooth! You probably know all the secrets to get chicks to bed with you." Kanyon said proudly.

                "I don't know why you assume that. I'm not that kind of guy." Rob replied, sounding annoyed all of a sudden.

                "Seriously? I would think girls are all over ya."

                "I don't want to disrespect girls like that." He explained.

                "Spoken like a guy who's attached to someone. Who's the girl, Rob?" Kanyon pressed.

                "I'm not, I'm just saying girls don't like pigs. They like good men who respect them for what they are, human beings. Alright? That's my advice." He shrugged.

                "That seems hard." Kanyon pouted. "Can't I just fuck them?" Sam was starting to wish she could just go out and kick his ass. "Well, whatever. Oh, by the way, we have a meeting or something today, not to be missed! I gotta go now. Bye Rob."

                She waited in silence until Kanyon left, then burst out the door with much glee. She was starting to get claustrophobic.

                "I hope you were never like that. Ever." She said as he helped her up.

                "He has the mind of a fifteen year old and the looks of a fifty year old. No girl in the right mind would fuck him, so don't worry about it." He smiled. "But now I think you better go. I'll meet you in your room tonight, okay? As soon as I can."

                "Yeah." She nodded. He caught her arm as she started to leave.

                "Listen, I'm sorry I didn't say yes. There's just some things I need to finish before I finally feel like I can let it go." He explained quietly. She nodded slowly.

                "I know. I understand. I respect your decision." She said, looking down.

                "You do? Honestly?" he asked, sounding a bit surprised.

                "If it's that important to you, then yes. I do. I just wish we could be together, you know? I'm getting sick of this sneaking around, never being able to tell anyone about it…" she trailed off.

                "Well, Sam, it hurts me to say this, but maybe we should take a break or something until…"

                "No!" she shook her head at the mere thought. "I don't want to be away from you."

                "Are you sure?" he asked, a serious tone obviously taking over his voice.

                "Positive. That's the last thing I'd want to do.  I could never…oh, it'd be too horrible to think about." She dropped her bag and flung her arms around him in a sudden hug. He looked at her in surprise but hugged back. "You're the reason why life has meaning now, Rob. I didn't know anything until I met you. I would never leave that because of my job…for a dishonest sort of trouble, yes, but not because of my job, or my rep. It's not important to me anymore."

                Rob felt himself blush a bit at his girlfriend's words, knowing she meant every word. "Then if you're sure, I'm glad. Phew, I'm glad I asked that. I was hoping you'd answer like you did." She smiled and let him go, taking her bag again.

                "I'll see you later, Rob. Bye." She left the room, leaving Rob standing there, still looking a bit dazed. A small smile crept onto his face, as the realization that he could be one of the luckiest guys in the world to have the chance to get into Sam Wesley's head and especially her heart. "She's a special one, alright." He mumbled to himself as he collected loose clothing of his on the ground.

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                "You didn't get a dress yet?!" Kurt stared at her in disbelief.

                "I'm sorry Kurt, it kinda slipped my mind."

                "I was talking about it yesterday! How could you forget?!"

                "Like I actually listen to you ramble. Hello Kurt, welcome to Earth." She smirked.

                "This is a disaster!" he threw his hands up. She stared at her, trying not to laugh at his overaction. "This is just great."

                "I could go naked, Kurt."

                "Woohoo! Can I go like that too!?" Chris grinned lazily, looking up from his spot on Sam's very unused bed.

                "NO! And that goes especially to you, Chris." He shuddered. "Ew…"

                "Hey, I wouldn't talk." Chris smirked.

                "And what's THAT supposed to mean?!" Kurt exclaimed, angrily.

                "You're probably not the best sight naked either." Chris said, sitting up, his usual dignified smirk crossing his face.

                "Alright, alright, before this becomes some kind of horrific stripping contest gone wrong that would end up scarring me for life, let's turn the topic back on me and my lack of dress." Sam cut Chris and Kurt off.

                The two glared at each other, then turned her attention to Sam.

                "I still can't believe…"

                "Save it, Kirk." Chris rolled his eyes. Kurt pouted but said nothing.

                "I need one of you to help me find a dress." She pointed at the two. Neither men seemed to want to jump to the challenge.

                "Make Kurt do it, he's more of a girl."

                "Hey watch it pal!" Kurt said, growing angry again.

                "God! Can you ever be civil to each other?!" Sam sighed loudly. "Okay, look, I really need your help and…"

                "Hate to say this, Sam, but we're even less girly then you are." He glanced at Kurt. "Well, some more then others." He smirked at the glare that was shot at him. "We're not big on dresses, you see…"

                "I mean, look at Chris' taste in clothing." Kurt piped.

                "What are you talking about!? My taste is great!" Chris cried out, automatically defensive.

                Sam sighed, getting up, shaking her head. "I don't know why I bother." With ease, she slipped out of the room, neither of them noticing her leave because they were too busy fighting over who was better.

                Now, of course, she had no options at all. After all, Rob and Raven were a bit busy pretending like that never talked to a member outside of the Alliance in their lives, and Chris and Kurt were too busy trying to out beat each other in verbal fighting. After much thought, she finally thought of the only other person she'd ever be able to ask.

                Unfortunately, she wasn't there. "Lita's not here right now, sorry to say. Her and Matt are most likely necking somewhere."

                And even more unfortunate, with this information, she was finally down to one option.

                "In that case, I need your help. I'm sure you know enough about girls to know what's cool and all. Can you help me find a dress, Jeff?"

                He was a bit taken aback by the question, and stared at her oddly.

                "You want me to give you clothing advice?" he repeated, sounding completely surprised.

                "Well I tried to get Chris or Kurt, but they were too busy fighting over who was more girlish or whatever and who looked better naked…" she trailed off.

                "They didn't start stripping, right? Because that would just traumatize me just hearing that, you know." Jeff shuddered.

                "Exactly my sentiments! I got out of there after attempting to ask a few times. They give me a headache, I swear."

                "I could imagine." Jeff nodded in agreement.

                "So will you come? I need at least a second opinion." She shifted uncomfortably. She felt pathetic; she was asking an almost complete stranger to go along with her.

                "Sure, why not? I don't have anything else to do." He shrugged lazily. "Let me go put on my sneakers."

                She waited at his doorframe, and soon he came out, wearing his now very trademark cap.  She managed a smile, feeling a little uncomfortable around him. It was her nature to be untrusting of people she didn't know, but she knew that she needed someone to help her. She didn't know what was nice and what wasn't; dressing up wasn't her thing.

                "You want to take your car?" he asked, tilting his head, still holding the door open.

                "Er…car?" she asked.

                "No car?" he inquired.

                "No car."

                "Hm. We'll have to take my motorcycle then." He nodded.

                "M-motorcycle? Oh no, I am NOT going to go on a motorcycle. No way, uh-uh!" Jeff had disappeared into his room again, walking out with now two helmets. He threw one at her and she caught it with ease.

                "Well I'll meet you there if you don't, then. Might be a long walk." Jeff smirked.

                She watched him close the door and start walking. She looked at the helmet and shook her head.

                "Hey, wait up!" she called after him, jogging to catch up with the younger Hardy brother.