Chapter 6 – Preparations
A/N: -waves to VF- HI! XD …What? Can't I say hello? ^_~
It was still hard to believe she was whipped.
It had been so long since she felt the need to hate the world…
But she did now.
"I'm sorry Sam, but I can barely keep my eyes open, never mind go to a wedding. Plus, I think I pulled a muscle carrying all that stuff all night…"
Stephanie truly did work Rob all night, and his voice showed how dazed he had to be, even though she was talking to him on the phone. "It's alright, Rob. I understand. You just get some sleep."
"You sound mad."
She sighed at this. "Not mad, sort of disappointed."
"At me?"
"No. At the situation." She responded quickly, dismissing the blame he was trying to put on himself. "It's not your fault she did that to you."
There was a pause. "You're still going to go, right?"
"I don't know…" she wrapped the cord around her finger, fidgeting a little.
"Don't lose out because of me. I'm sure you'll have a great time." He yawned into the phone, but obviously tried to cover it.
"Yes, because I so love being with my cousin for more then 15 minutes." She replied sarcastically. "At least with you he shuts up for more then a few seconds…he'll chew my ear off."
"Get Chris or Raven to go with you, they scare him more then I do." He offered. "Chris puts him in his place and I think Raven speaks with so many words he doesn't know he thinks he's always out to get him."
She couldn't help but chuckle at this. "I really need new friends, don't I?"
"Naw, they compliment you. We psychos need to stick together, after all." Rob said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Psychos is right." She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes it amazes me how even the people I hang out with bothers him. He's still insanely protective of me, I'm surprised he lets you touch me when he's around us."
"He still doesn't like me, does he?"
"He'll only like it when I date someone who is a clone of him." She replied with a shrug.
"Another Angle? Now that's scary to ME. But hey, I can get a hair-cut and wear fake medals…"
"Try it and you die."
"It's true, it's true." He snickered.
"Do it and you die, dragon boy." She reiterated.
"Aw, Sam, I thought we were past the violence stage in our relationship…"
"Remember who you're talking to…the only female hardcore wrestler." She reminded.
"Queen of Hardcore." He mused, and she smiled at the memory of their first so called date, the thing that had started it all.
"I'm going to let you sleep." She said finally.
"Promise me you'll go?"
"I promise." She murmured, though already not fully attending to.
"I love you." He told her, and she felt herself smile.
"I love you too." She replied, not because she had to, but because she meant it.
After they hung up, Sam sighed and took out her dress she worked so hard to get the day before. She didn't feel like partying at all. She didn't really want to go without Rob. He was the one who pushed her to be social, and so she usually went to things for him. Now the incentive was gone, and she felt a little sad inside.
She looked at the clock and saw it was probably too late to cancel. She forced herself to get ready. She would go; she just wouldn't have fun. She pulled the dress on, flattening it against his form like she was a pro at dressing up. But from there, she had nothing. She didn't know how to do make-up, and fix her hair up…? Right. Like she, a hardcore wrestler, would need to know that skill. This left her with a problem.
And, doing the only thing she knew, she went to get help from the only female she talked to.
"You want me to help you?"
The redhead laughed, a smile lighting up her face. Sam shifted uncomfortably in her dress and lack of shoes. "Are you just going to laugh or are you going to help me?" she asked gruffly.
"I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd see the day, Sam. Come on in." she moved aside and she walked in almost timidly. Once she got fully in she found that Matt was also in the room. He instantly got up, looking a bit nervous.
"I'm sorry for making fun of you that one time! Don't kill me!" he sounded truly panicked, and Sam gave a half grin. He noticed the dress and blinked. "…You're not here to kill me, are you?"
"Depends, what did you say about me?" she asked with a fake glare.
"That you were a great girl. Bye Lita." He slipped out quickly, Sam watching with an amused grin.
"You just scared the shit out of my boyfriend without trying."
"Yep."
"Damn you're my hero." She laughed.
Lita sat her down and got out her make-up kit plus a brush and a few hair products. She pulled up one of the chairs nearby and sat in front of her. "First I need permission to do whatever I want to make ya pretty. Deal?"
Sam looked unsure. "I guess…"
"Great. Sam, when I'm don with you, you won't even remotely look like a hardcore wrestler." She said cheerfully. Sam tried not to fidget.
"Goody." She replied unenthusiastically.
Lita started with her hair. She tried different styles, all promising to tear her very blue hair out of their very abused roots. She had no clue what she was doing, but she knew her hair was going to look foreign to her by the time she was done with it. That took her an hour alone, and looking to the side she saw her hair was curly now, and that made her shudder involuntarily. Already horribly girly.
The make-up made her feel like someone put little weights on her face. She knew Lita was trying her best to keep it light, but it had to be seen. Mascara, lipstick, blush, and eyeliner were all put on and the finished product made her lock herself in Lita's bathroom. Literally.
"You can't hide in my bathroom, Sam!" she called to her.
"I cannot go out there looking like this."
The person she was staring at was not Sam. She was looking at Samantha. Dolled up like an idiot, her hair perfectly curly, she felt the need to have a heart attack. She was so caught up staring at herself that she didn't hear Lita leave. After a couple minutes of silence, the door opened again and she heard it that time.
"Sam?"
She brought Chris into it.
She sighed, shaking her head.
"Sam, come on, it can't be that bad."
"Wanna bet?" she muttered loudly.
"I'll pay you a dollar if you come out…"
"Chris, when bargaining with someone who has holed herself in a bathroom, you're suppose to tend to offer her something worthwhile…"
"Fine, 20 bucks." He called back.
"30."
"Done."
Sam sighed, slowly opening the door. Chris's mouth dropped and she looked away, trying not to blush.
"I look awful, I know." She muttered.
"No you DON'T." Chris said, his mouth still ajar in shock.
Lita smacked him over the head. "She's got a boyfriend, remember!"
"Ow!" he rubbed his head, seeming to snap out of it. "But…damn, Sam, you're just…Lita, you did great!"
"Yeah, woo woo. Thanks. I'm going to go hide in my own bathroom now." She moved toward the door but Chris caught her arm.
"No, seriously Sam. Wait until Rob sees you…"
"He won't."
Chris looked confused. "Huh?"
"He's not going today. Stephanie worked him all night and he's too tired." She explained. "I'm going alone."
"Oh." He let her go and she rubbed her arm. "I see."
"I'll see you guys later."
This time she didn't let them stop her and she walked out of the room, ready to just give up and hide in her room until the next day. Of course, a walk with no hassle to her room was not to be, as she found Raven waiting in front of her door. He leaned lazily against it, his braids falling over his face making it seem to not even be there. She walked up to him and leaned against the doorframe as well, her own now curly hair falling against her cheeks. They did not have to look at each other to know the emotions that each were feeling.
"No date?" he asked.
"No."
Silence again.
"Me either, don't feel bad."
"Miss her?"
He looked up toward her, his face showing a bit of surprise at her new look, but then it was gone again, like a fading dream. In reply to her question: "I don't know."
She seemed to search his face. "I look bad, don't I?"
She didn't know why she was fishing for a compliment from him.
"You're Sam, you can be in anything and be beautiful."
She smiled toward him.
"How do you not have a girlfriend? What is wrong with these people?"
"I think it's the dreads." He joked.
She burst out laughing, probably a little too much for something not that funny. He gave her a strange look as she wiped a few stray tears from her face from the laughter. She noted his look at smiled with good-humor. "I'm sorry, I know I must seem like a nut."
"If that bothered me, I wouldn't have talked to you. I mean, the fact you beat up a vending machine was enough to show that."
She shook her head at the memory.
"I never did have to pay for that."
"You got lucky."
"That seems like so long ago." She rubbed her head. "God you guys are bad influences on me. From that to wearing a dress. Blech." He looked him over. "Ha, but you got a suit and that's just funnier."
"I was thinking about wearing a 'skirt' as you call them, but knew it wouldn't please the idiot."
"That's exactly why you should have done it." She snickered. She opened the door to her room and motioned him in. He went in, looking as uncomfortable as she was dressed up.
"You going barefoot?" he mused.
"I wish." She rolled her eyes with a sigh. She grabbed a packet of panty hose that she stole from one of the female wrestlers a bit back and sat on the bed. "I haven't dressed up since god knows how long, you know. I shouldn't have to do this. This is why I am so having a nude marriage or something of that sort."
"That's a pretty disturbing thought." He offered with a snicker.
"I think I have the body." She grinned proudly. She looked at the panty hose in despair. "How the hell are you supposed to put this shit on?"
"Um, put it on your legs?" he offered. "I dunno, not really into that stuff."
"I really need better girl friends." She muttered.
She struggled with it, but a few minutes later she had them up, though not without looking like an idiot in front of him. He tried not to look amused but did not do a good job of hiding it. She slipped on shoes, looking down at them.
"I'm going to fall in these."
"Yep."
"I'll need to be carried home, the way it's already uncomfortable."
"Probably."
She paused.
"Why the fuck do people wear these things?"
"Makes you look taller?" Raven shrugged.
"That's fucked up."
"Sums it up." He nodded. "It's why I'm glad I'm a guy."
"Yeah, you'd be a worse girl then I am." She snickered.
"I'm going to take that as some weird, twisted compliment."
"Good call." She stared at him with a smirk. "Well, aren't you going to ask me to be your date because my boyfriend needs an hour of sleep since he's a wimp?"
"Would you like me to ask you?"
"Hey, if we've got to look proper, we should act like it." She pointed out helpfully.
"In that case, no. I don't wanna be proper. I'm rebelling."
"What did I tell you about being a smart ass?"
"Alright, alright." He rolled his eyes. "Let's go to this bullshit and get this over with."
"That was beautiful." She snickered.
Suddenly the door swung open, startling the two. Her cousin stood there, in his suit and tie, huffing loudly like he just ran a marathon. He glared at both she and Raven. "What the hell are you two doing standing around? You were supposed to be downstairs 10 minutes ago."
Sam looked at the clock, then shrugged. "We'll go now, won't we Raven?"
"And where's Rob? God, you people give me a headache…"
"Not coming. We'll talk later, Kurtie." She smiled sweetly. Kurt just sighed and turned to walk out.
"Just hurry up, Sam." He stated gruffly and left them. Sam took three steps and almost tripped over her own two feet. Raven caught her arm and helped her balance.
"And it starts." She grumbled, latching her own arm to his in an attempt to steady herself better while walking.
It already promised to be a long, long day.