A/N: Thanks to everyone for reviewing!
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Sam laughed. "Can you believe that? But I guess it could be fun." She shook her head. "So what did you want to tell me?"
Shane slowly shook his head. "Oh, I really don't remember. Must not have been important."
She gave him a strange look. "Ok. I'm ready to crash, then." She pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed. Shane was still standing there. "Shane, are you okay?"
He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine."
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Sam awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She walked over to the sliding doors and found Shane on the balcony. She went out and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Morning. You're up kind of early."
He pulled away from her. "I didn't sleep well."
She put her hand on his face. "Are you feeling okay?"
Again, he pulled back. "Yes, Sam, is that all you ever ask me?"
"Excuse me for caring, Shane. I realize you didn't get much sleep, but don't take that out on me."
He looked down at his hands. "Maybe I should just get my own bed."
Sam stood quietly for a moment before replying. "If you think that will help." She turned and went back into the room. Shane sat outside for a few more minutes and heard the shower running when he went back in. He packed his stuff and waited for Sam to come out. When she did, he walked into the bathroom for his shower without a word.
Sam started packing. As she threw her stuff in her suitcase, she was talking to herself. "What is his problem? Maybe it is just a lack of sleep." She wrote him a quick note and went down to Matt and Amy's room.
Amy answered after Sam knocked on the door. "Hey."
"Hey Amy." She walked in and sat her stuff down before dropping on the couch. "Did you talk to Shane recently?"
Amy looked a little nervous. "Yeah, why?"
Sam shrugged before answering. "His mood has seemed really shitty ever since you guys left last night. I'm not sure what's going on." Matt came out of the shower and waved since he saw they were talking.
Amy of course knew why, but couldn't say anything. "He's probably just having a bad day, Sam. I wouldn't worry."
"Maybe you're right."
Amy laughed. "Of course I am." They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Matt pulled it open to find Shane standing there with his luggage.
"Hey man."
"Hey Matt." He walked into the room. "Morning Amy."
"Morning Shane. What's going on?"
He shook his head. "Not too much. Sam, can I talk to you for a sec outside?"
"Sure." She got up and followed him out into the hall. "What's up?"
"I know that we were supposed to drive to San Fran today, but would you mind if we just went to San Diego and skipped the Giants game?"
"I guess we can do that. Why don't you want to go?"
"I just don't feel up to it right now. I was thinking I might hang out by myself or something."
Sam was upset. He cancels their plans because he 'just doesn't feel like it'? "Oh. Whatever you want to do Shane."
"Well, that's what I want to do." Sam nodded and walked back into the room.
"Matt, you're flying out in a little bit, right?" He nodded. "Amy, you're going to San Diego though, right?"
"Yeah, but I thought that wasn't until tomorrow. You and Shane are going to the Giants game, right?"
"No, he doesn't want to."
Matt looked shocked. "Shane, NOT wanting to go to a baseball game? That is a shocker."
Sam shrugged. "Yeah, well. What time is your flight?"
"In a couple hours."
Shane came back into the room and looked at Sam. "I'm going to go check us out." She nodded.
Turning to Amy, she sighed. "This is going to be a fun day."
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They dropped Matt off at the airport- he had a house show in Denver- and continued on to San Diego. Shane drove and Amy navigated. Everything was quiet until Sam's cell started ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey Sam, it's Randy."
She smiled. "Hey, Randy, what's up?"
"Not too much. Dave's driving to the hotel, so I thought I'd give you a call."
"It's good to hear that talking to me is better than talking to Dave."
He chuckled. "A little better, I guess."
"Gee, thanks." Shane rolled his eyes at her happy tone, and Amy noticed but didn't say anything. "So when will you be at the hotel?"
"I think about 20 minutes. You?"
She covered the phone and yelled up to Amy. "Amers, when do you think we'll be at the hotel?"
She looked down at the map. "Probably about an hour or so."
"Thanks." She uncovered the mouthpiece and answered Randy. "About an hour. Do you guys want to watch Smackdown with us tonight?" When she heard that, Amy looked over and could see the anger on Shane's face.
"Yeah, that would be cool. I can call you a little before that so I can find out what room you're in."
"That works. I'l talk to you later then."
"OK, bye Sam."
"Bye Randy." She snapped her phone shut and sat up as Shane pulled into the reststop. They all got out, and Shane pulled Amy aside before she could follow Sam into the restroom.
"I cannot believe she is going out with him."
She looked down. "You know about that?"
"Yeah, I know about that. You wanna know what else I know alot about?"
She sighed. "Do I really want to?"
He pulled the ringbox out of his pocket and shoved it at her. "Buying a ring because I was disillusioned for a couple hours."
She opened the box and gasped. "Oh, God Shane." She looked up at him. "You bought the same ring."
"I knew she would love it. I am an idiot."
She put her hand on his arm. "Shane, you are not an idiot. Obviously you didn't tell Sam how you feel." He shook his head. "Then you can't expect much."
"She should know how she feels."
Amy held up her hands. "Whoa. Shane, you just realized it yourself. It will probably take her awhile. Honestly though, I think she's in denial." She tried kidding with him, but he would have none of that.
"Right Amy." He turned and walked back to the car. Sam came out a moment later, and they got back on the road.
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They arrived at the hotel an hour later. They checked in and took their luggage up, before returning below to the restaurant. It was 7:30 by the time they were finished, so Sam decided to call Randy.
"Hello?"
"Hey Randy, its Sam. I just wanted to let you know that we're in 306."
"OK, Sam, I'll be up in a bit."
"Dave's not coming?"
"No, he's pretty tired, so he said he's gonna take a nap."
"Alright, see you soon then."
"Bye Sam." She looked to Shane and Amy. "Do we need anything before the show starts?"
Amy shrugged. "It probably wouldn't hurt to go get some snacks."
Sam nodded. "Sounds good. Do you want to come with us Shane?"
"No, you guys know what I like." He handed her the keys.
"OK." With that, Amy and Sam left for the local Wal-Mart, and Shane headed back up to the room.
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Sam was pushing the cart down the aisle while Amy tossed stuff in. "Amers, do we really need 4 kinds of pop?"
"Variety is a good thing Sam."
"You just can't decide can you?"
"Nope." They giggled. Amy cleared her throat. "There is something I wanted to talk to you about though."
"Shoot."
"Why are you going out with Randy?"
She sighed. "He's a nice guy, Amy. We've been through this before."
"I know, I just thought...well...I dunno."
"You're still holding out hope for me and Shane aren't you."
"Was that a statement or a question?"
"A statement, because I know you. And it's not going to happen."
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Sam and Amy got back to the hotel to find Randy and Shane sitting quietly in the room. Sam was thinking about what Amy said. 'What is it with everyone thinking that Shane and I belong together?' She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and walked over to Randy. He stood and gave her a hug.
"Hey brat."
"Whatever Randy. Don't you know yourself?"
He grinned suggestively. "Yep. Do you know me?"
She smacked his shoulder. "I did NOT mean it like that. I meant that you are the brat."
"Sure ya didn't mean it that way." He laughed and sat back down on the bed. Amy had gotten a double since it was the three of them, and Sam sat down next to Shane per usual, until Amy quietly cleared her throat. Sam got the hint, and went over to Randy on the other bed, while Amy sat with Shane. It was a pretty normal show, and Sam walked with Randy back to his room when it was over. He took her hand as they were walking down the hall. 'Huh,' she thought. 'This feels so different than when I hold Shane's hand. This doesn't fit right.' Randy stopped when they got to his door, but didn't let go of Sam's hand. Instead he started rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
"I had a really good time Sam."
"So did I."
"I guess I'll see you at the show tomorrow night?"
She nodded. "Yep." He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight Sam."
"Night Randy." She wasn't paying attention as she walked back to her room, and bumped into someone rounding the corner. "Ouch!" She rubbed her head. "I am so sorry-" She looked down to see Ronnie on the ground. "oh. Hey."
"Hi Sam. I wasn't really watching where I was going."
"Neither was I. Sorry about that."
"No big deal."
"OK." Akward silence. "Well, I really should get back."
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to keep Shane waiting."
"Excuse me?"
Ronnie smirked. "Aren't you two together? You seem awful close."
"I don't have to explain it to you, but I will. He is my best friend. Yes, we are close. Understand?"
"What I understand, little girl, is that you have an attitude problem."
"Well, what I understand is that you are a two-faced bitch. So if you'll excuse me." She moved to step around her and Ronnie grabbed her arm.
"I'm the bitch? Look at yourself Sam. There you are, gallavanting around with Randy, when Shane is so obviously in love with you. Flaunting Randy in front of him makes you the bitch."
Sam rolled her eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about Ronnie. Get a life."
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"Good morning, San Diego. I am Chris Donucci, your host for..." Sam slapped the snoze button and rolled over. It had been an interesting night. She got back to the room to find Amy reading in her bed, and Shane asleep in their's. She changed into her pj's and climbed into bed, but Shane didn't reach for her as usual. She tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but was finding it hard to without being in his arms. She finally did fall asleep about four hours before the alarm went off. When it came on again ten minutes later, Sam gave in and got up. She was alone in the room, and found a note on the table. It was from Amy saying that she and Shane had gone to the gym and would meet her her for an early lunch in the lobby at 12. She looked at the clock. It was only 10:30, which meant they couldn't have left that long ago. She threw on a sweatshirt and went to find them. She walked into the gym in the middle of their conversation.
"Shane, why would you go back out with her? You know what happened last time. I thought you were never going to date after that. And actually, you hardly have."
"Look, Amy, I can do what I want." He looked up to see Sam standing by the door. "Hey."
"Morning." She waited for him to explain, but he didn't, and she wasn't going to ask. "What time do we have to be at the arena?"
"By 12."
'Great,' she thought. 'Another fabulous day this is going to be'
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A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter, and I consider it filler, but I needed it to get past the house shows and to Saturday, where it really starts to get interesting.
As usual, please R&R, good OR bad. Thanks :)
Lisa
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Sam laughed. "Can you believe that? But I guess it could be fun." She shook her head. "So what did you want to tell me?"
Shane slowly shook his head. "Oh, I really don't remember. Must not have been important."
She gave him a strange look. "Ok. I'm ready to crash, then." She pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed. Shane was still standing there. "Shane, are you okay?"
He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine."
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Sam awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She walked over to the sliding doors and found Shane on the balcony. She went out and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Morning. You're up kind of early."
He pulled away from her. "I didn't sleep well."
She put her hand on his face. "Are you feeling okay?"
Again, he pulled back. "Yes, Sam, is that all you ever ask me?"
"Excuse me for caring, Shane. I realize you didn't get much sleep, but don't take that out on me."
He looked down at his hands. "Maybe I should just get my own bed."
Sam stood quietly for a moment before replying. "If you think that will help." She turned and went back into the room. Shane sat outside for a few more minutes and heard the shower running when he went back in. He packed his stuff and waited for Sam to come out. When she did, he walked into the bathroom for his shower without a word.
Sam started packing. As she threw her stuff in her suitcase, she was talking to herself. "What is his problem? Maybe it is just a lack of sleep." She wrote him a quick note and went down to Matt and Amy's room.
Amy answered after Sam knocked on the door. "Hey."
"Hey Amy." She walked in and sat her stuff down before dropping on the couch. "Did you talk to Shane recently?"
Amy looked a little nervous. "Yeah, why?"
Sam shrugged before answering. "His mood has seemed really shitty ever since you guys left last night. I'm not sure what's going on." Matt came out of the shower and waved since he saw they were talking.
Amy of course knew why, but couldn't say anything. "He's probably just having a bad day, Sam. I wouldn't worry."
"Maybe you're right."
Amy laughed. "Of course I am." They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Matt pulled it open to find Shane standing there with his luggage.
"Hey man."
"Hey Matt." He walked into the room. "Morning Amy."
"Morning Shane. What's going on?"
He shook his head. "Not too much. Sam, can I talk to you for a sec outside?"
"Sure." She got up and followed him out into the hall. "What's up?"
"I know that we were supposed to drive to San Fran today, but would you mind if we just went to San Diego and skipped the Giants game?"
"I guess we can do that. Why don't you want to go?"
"I just don't feel up to it right now. I was thinking I might hang out by myself or something."
Sam was upset. He cancels their plans because he 'just doesn't feel like it'? "Oh. Whatever you want to do Shane."
"Well, that's what I want to do." Sam nodded and walked back into the room.
"Matt, you're flying out in a little bit, right?" He nodded. "Amy, you're going to San Diego though, right?"
"Yeah, but I thought that wasn't until tomorrow. You and Shane are going to the Giants game, right?"
"No, he doesn't want to."
Matt looked shocked. "Shane, NOT wanting to go to a baseball game? That is a shocker."
Sam shrugged. "Yeah, well. What time is your flight?"
"In a couple hours."
Shane came back into the room and looked at Sam. "I'm going to go check us out." She nodded.
Turning to Amy, she sighed. "This is going to be a fun day."
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They dropped Matt off at the airport- he had a house show in Denver- and continued on to San Diego. Shane drove and Amy navigated. Everything was quiet until Sam's cell started ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey Sam, it's Randy."
She smiled. "Hey, Randy, what's up?"
"Not too much. Dave's driving to the hotel, so I thought I'd give you a call."
"It's good to hear that talking to me is better than talking to Dave."
He chuckled. "A little better, I guess."
"Gee, thanks." Shane rolled his eyes at her happy tone, and Amy noticed but didn't say anything. "So when will you be at the hotel?"
"I think about 20 minutes. You?"
She covered the phone and yelled up to Amy. "Amers, when do you think we'll be at the hotel?"
She looked down at the map. "Probably about an hour or so."
"Thanks." She uncovered the mouthpiece and answered Randy. "About an hour. Do you guys want to watch Smackdown with us tonight?" When she heard that, Amy looked over and could see the anger on Shane's face.
"Yeah, that would be cool. I can call you a little before that so I can find out what room you're in."
"That works. I'l talk to you later then."
"OK, bye Sam."
"Bye Randy." She snapped her phone shut and sat up as Shane pulled into the reststop. They all got out, and Shane pulled Amy aside before she could follow Sam into the restroom.
"I cannot believe she is going out with him."
She looked down. "You know about that?"
"Yeah, I know about that. You wanna know what else I know alot about?"
She sighed. "Do I really want to?"
He pulled the ringbox out of his pocket and shoved it at her. "Buying a ring because I was disillusioned for a couple hours."
She opened the box and gasped. "Oh, God Shane." She looked up at him. "You bought the same ring."
"I knew she would love it. I am an idiot."
She put her hand on his arm. "Shane, you are not an idiot. Obviously you didn't tell Sam how you feel." He shook his head. "Then you can't expect much."
"She should know how she feels."
Amy held up her hands. "Whoa. Shane, you just realized it yourself. It will probably take her awhile. Honestly though, I think she's in denial." She tried kidding with him, but he would have none of that.
"Right Amy." He turned and walked back to the car. Sam came out a moment later, and they got back on the road.
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They arrived at the hotel an hour later. They checked in and took their luggage up, before returning below to the restaurant. It was 7:30 by the time they were finished, so Sam decided to call Randy.
"Hello?"
"Hey Randy, its Sam. I just wanted to let you know that we're in 306."
"OK, Sam, I'll be up in a bit."
"Dave's not coming?"
"No, he's pretty tired, so he said he's gonna take a nap."
"Alright, see you soon then."
"Bye Sam." She looked to Shane and Amy. "Do we need anything before the show starts?"
Amy shrugged. "It probably wouldn't hurt to go get some snacks."
Sam nodded. "Sounds good. Do you want to come with us Shane?"
"No, you guys know what I like." He handed her the keys.
"OK." With that, Amy and Sam left for the local Wal-Mart, and Shane headed back up to the room.
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Sam was pushing the cart down the aisle while Amy tossed stuff in. "Amers, do we really need 4 kinds of pop?"
"Variety is a good thing Sam."
"You just can't decide can you?"
"Nope." They giggled. Amy cleared her throat. "There is something I wanted to talk to you about though."
"Shoot."
"Why are you going out with Randy?"
She sighed. "He's a nice guy, Amy. We've been through this before."
"I know, I just thought...well...I dunno."
"You're still holding out hope for me and Shane aren't you."
"Was that a statement or a question?"
"A statement, because I know you. And it's not going to happen."
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Sam and Amy got back to the hotel to find Randy and Shane sitting quietly in the room. Sam was thinking about what Amy said. 'What is it with everyone thinking that Shane and I belong together?' She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and walked over to Randy. He stood and gave her a hug.
"Hey brat."
"Whatever Randy. Don't you know yourself?"
He grinned suggestively. "Yep. Do you know me?"
She smacked his shoulder. "I did NOT mean it like that. I meant that you are the brat."
"Sure ya didn't mean it that way." He laughed and sat back down on the bed. Amy had gotten a double since it was the three of them, and Sam sat down next to Shane per usual, until Amy quietly cleared her throat. Sam got the hint, and went over to Randy on the other bed, while Amy sat with Shane. It was a pretty normal show, and Sam walked with Randy back to his room when it was over. He took her hand as they were walking down the hall. 'Huh,' she thought. 'This feels so different than when I hold Shane's hand. This doesn't fit right.' Randy stopped when they got to his door, but didn't let go of Sam's hand. Instead he started rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
"I had a really good time Sam."
"So did I."
"I guess I'll see you at the show tomorrow night?"
She nodded. "Yep." He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight Sam."
"Night Randy." She wasn't paying attention as she walked back to her room, and bumped into someone rounding the corner. "Ouch!" She rubbed her head. "I am so sorry-" She looked down to see Ronnie on the ground. "oh. Hey."
"Hi Sam. I wasn't really watching where I was going."
"Neither was I. Sorry about that."
"No big deal."
"OK." Akward silence. "Well, I really should get back."
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to keep Shane waiting."
"Excuse me?"
Ronnie smirked. "Aren't you two together? You seem awful close."
"I don't have to explain it to you, but I will. He is my best friend. Yes, we are close. Understand?"
"What I understand, little girl, is that you have an attitude problem."
"Well, what I understand is that you are a two-faced bitch. So if you'll excuse me." She moved to step around her and Ronnie grabbed her arm.
"I'm the bitch? Look at yourself Sam. There you are, gallavanting around with Randy, when Shane is so obviously in love with you. Flaunting Randy in front of him makes you the bitch."
Sam rolled her eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about Ronnie. Get a life."
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"Good morning, San Diego. I am Chris Donucci, your host for..." Sam slapped the snoze button and rolled over. It had been an interesting night. She got back to the room to find Amy reading in her bed, and Shane asleep in their's. She changed into her pj's and climbed into bed, but Shane didn't reach for her as usual. She tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but was finding it hard to without being in his arms. She finally did fall asleep about four hours before the alarm went off. When it came on again ten minutes later, Sam gave in and got up. She was alone in the room, and found a note on the table. It was from Amy saying that she and Shane had gone to the gym and would meet her her for an early lunch in the lobby at 12. She looked at the clock. It was only 10:30, which meant they couldn't have left that long ago. She threw on a sweatshirt and went to find them. She walked into the gym in the middle of their conversation.
"Shane, why would you go back out with her? You know what happened last time. I thought you were never going to date after that. And actually, you hardly have."
"Look, Amy, I can do what I want." He looked up to see Sam standing by the door. "Hey."
"Morning." She waited for him to explain, but he didn't, and she wasn't going to ask. "What time do we have to be at the arena?"
"By 12."
'Great,' she thought. 'Another fabulous day this is going to be'
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A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter, and I consider it filler, but I needed it to get past the house shows and to Saturday, where it really starts to get interesting.
As usual, please R&R, good OR bad. Thanks :)
Lisa