A/N: Thanks for reviewing! You guys are so loyal!
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The VIP area of the club they went to was being monopolized by the WWE superstars, so Sam and Randy dropped their stuff off and went down to the dance floor. They were slow dancing when Shane and Ronnie walked in but Sam was facing away from the door, so she didn't see them. This also meant she missed the stricken expression on Shane's face when he saw her in Randy's arms, but he quickly regained his composure. Randy however, did notice. The song ended, and Justin Timberlake's 'Rock YOur Body' came on. Ronnie pulled Shane pver by Sam and Randy, and they started dancing. Sam danced with Randy for another minute before excusing herself. SHe walked up to their table and grabbed Amy, dragging her to the bathroom.
Sam slammed the door behind them and started pacing. "Did you see what they were doing?" Amy didn't need to ask who 'they' were. "That was not dancing. That was...it was....just wrong! They were like having sex on the dance floor!"
"It wasn't THAT bad Sam."
Sam glared at her. "Whose side are you on here Amy?"
"Are you four now Sam? I'm not on anyone's side. Do you want to know what I really think?" Sam nodded. "Honestly, I think you both need to grow up and see what's right in front of you."
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Sam left the club shortly after her talk with Amy. Randy drove her to the airport since she was flying back to Stamford. She had appointments with several of the higher-ups int the WWE, as well as apartment building managers. She had yet to find an apartment, and with as much time as she would be spending in Connecticut, she knew it was a necessity. She got a little sleep on the flight, and hailed a cab to take her to the office. When she walked in she was greeted by the weekday receptionist Megan, and handed her messages.
"I was just here on Sunday. How many messages could I possibly have?" Megan just laughed and went back to her phone call. Sam went to her office and unlocked it. She was surprised to see a bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk, along with a note, which she read first. It said: "Sam- Sorry I had to break into your office, but I wanted you to see these right away! Linda." Sam opened the card, and a smile grew across her face. It said: "Sam- I had a wonderful time with you Saturday night. I would love to do it again sometime. Randy"
"Those are beautiful." Sam jumped and turned around to see Shane McMahon standing in the doorway.
"Hi Shane. They are, aren't they?"
He smiled. "From Randy?" She nodded. "He is such a suck up."
"Whatever Shane."
"Anyways, I called Mike over at Glenview, and he had a nice place he wanted you to check out sometime this week."
Sam looked doubtful. "Is it really a nice place, or does he just want to get rid of it?"
"Marissa said it was nice too, her sister lives in that building."
"Ok then, I'll give him a call. Thanks Shane."
"Your welcome Sam. I'll talk to you later."
"OK, bye." He left, and she shut the door behind him. She picked up the phone and called Megan at the front desk. "Megan, it's Sam. Could you hold all my calls please? I have a lot to get done."
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Sam was able to get ahold of Mike, and she went to see the apartment that afternoon. She loved it, and had signed a six month lease. She would be moving in the next week. As she was sitting back at her desk, her cell rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey cutie, it's Randy."
"Hey Randy, what's up?"
"Not too much. I know you're busy, but I wanted to ask you a question."
"OK, but first I Want to thank you for the flowers. They are so beautiful."
"So are you."
"Now I'm blushing Randy." She really was.
"OK, OK. What I wanted to ask was if you would be interested in going on a double date this weekend?"
"Sure. Who with?"
"Shane and Ronnie. I know that Shane's your best friend, so I'd like to get to know him better."
Sam wasn't thrilled. "I don't know, Randy..."
"I was really hoping you said yes. Ronnie and I talked about it at the airport earlier, and I though it sounded like fun."
"Tons," she said dryly. "If you really want to we can."
"I do. Plus, we'll be in St. Louis, so you can meet my parents."
"I've already met them, but I wouldn't mind seeing them again."
"Great, it's settled. I'll talk to you later then."
"Bye Randy." She shut her phone and sighed. "Yeah, it sounds just great."
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Sam worked through Tuesday and most of Wednesday, before flying home that afternoon. Amy picked her up at the airport and they went home to pack. The next morning Sam came downstairs to find Shane and Ronnie sitting in the living room.
"Hi. What are you guys doing here?"
Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Apparently we're riding with you to the airport. Is that ok with you?"
"It's fine." Sam walked by without saying anything else. Amy was in the kitchen, so Sam stopped in there. "Why are they going to the airport with us?"
Amy shrugged. "Why not?"
"OK. I must still be asleep. Why else would you be saying why not?" She pinched herself on the arm. "Damn!"
"Sam, you need to be grown up about this, alright? Besides, they probably won't be together much longer anyways." Not if Amy had anything to do with it. It was becoming quite obvious to everyone how Sam and Shane really felt about each other. Amy hoped that by pushing them together, one of them would break and admit it.
"I am grown up. And right now I am a grown up who is going to stomp up the stairs to her room and pick up her bags. Then this grown up is going to stomp back down the stairs and sit at this table and pout until we leave. Does that work?" They were both trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, that works." Sam did go upstairs to grab her bags, and Jeff was waiting when she came back down.
"Ready?"
"I guess."
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The flight took about three hours, so they landed in St. Louis around 3:00 (central time). Randy picked everyone up at the airport, and took them to the hotel. Sam, who was rooming with Amy, dropped her stuff off because she and Randy were going to see his parents. She was feeling a littel nervous as he pulled up in front of the house, but as soon as they walked in, her nervousness disappeared.
Randy grabbed her hand and pulled her in the living room. "Hello? Is anyone here?" His mom came down the stairs.
"Hi there sweetie," she said, hugging Randy. She let him go and embraced Sam. "Hi Sam, it's good to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too Mrs. Orton."
Cindy shook her head. "None of that now, dear. It's Cindy and you know it."
"OK, Cindy." They smiled. Randy's dad walked in the room and hugged them both.
"Randy, Sam. How are you two doing?"
"Great dad."
"Pretty good, thank you Mr.....Bob."
He chuckled. "Bob is right little lady. Although Mr. Bob has an interesting ring to it."
"Well now I have to call you Mr. Bob."
"You do that." They were interrupted by Randy's sister Becky slamming the front door.
"Sam, I am so glad you are here."
Sam went to Becky and gave her a hug. "Why is that?"
"I have a huge French project due...soon....and could really use your help." Sam had minored in French in college, and she had helped Becky with her French several times before.
"Is soon like tomorrow?"
Becky grinned sheepishly. "Maybe."
Sam laughed. "I'm sure I can help."
Randy stuck out his lower lip. "But I thought you were going to spend time with me?" He started batting his eyebrows.
"Randy, that is pathetic."
He shrugged. "I know. I'll catch up with mom and dad while you guys work on that." She nodded, and her and Becky went into the kitchen, where Becky started spreading out everything they would need.
"OK, Beck, what do you need help with?"
"Beaucoup."
"Please tell me you're wrong and that doesn't mean alot?"
"Nope. But mostly all I need from you are some translations."
"Alright, shoot..."
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Randy and Sam were in his truck three hours and one finished French project later. "So, did you do the whole project for her?"
"Pas du tout, monsieur."
He groaned. "Do not even start that with me Sam. I do not speak French. Hell, I barely speak English."
"You butcher the English language Randy."
"And I do it well." They pulled up in front of the hotel and got out. They walked upstairs and stopped in front of her room. "So, I was thinking I could pick you up around 6?"
"That's fine. We're just doing the standard dinner and a movie?"
"Yeah, I know this excellent Mexican place. Definitely more casual than before."
She smiled. "Good. So I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yep." He leaned down and kissed her. "Goodnight Sam."
"'Night Randy."
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Amy and Sam spent the next day holed up in the hotel room working on Amy's list of people to be invited to the wedding. Around 4 'o clock, Sam threw her pen down and sighed. "No more."
Amy stretched. "I agree. Besides, don't you have a date to get ready for?"
"Don't you mean a double date?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well, what are you going to wear?"
"The khakis and blue polo that I didn't wear on Saturday."
"Good choice."
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Sam was ready to go when Randy knocked on the door at exactly 6. "Hey Randy. You look nice." And he did, in black slacks and a blue button down shirt.
"And you look beautiful as always, Sam. Ready?"
"Yep."
He grabbed her hand as they walked down the hallway. "Shane and Ronnie are meeting us in the lobby.
"Did you decide on a movie?"
He shook his head. "I thought we would decide over dinner."
"Oh." Sam stopped when they entered the doorway. Shane looked great. He had on an almost identical outfit to Randy, but Sam thought it looked much better on Shane. Randy noticed her staring, but didn't say anything. Shane and Ronnie walked over to them.
"Are we ready to get going?" Ronnie asked them. Randy nodded and they went out to the car. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel, so they were there in a few minutes. When Sam saw the place, she smiled.
"Mexican, huh? How did you know?"
Randy laughed. "I think Amy mentioned that you like it."
"Like it? I love it. Shane and I go to this one place back home at least once a week." Ronnie's face narrowed when she heard that. She hated the idea that Sam and Shane had spent so much time together.
Randy reached over and grabbed her hand. "We'll have to go there sometime."
"Sure." They walked in and were immediately taken to a booth in the corner. After the waitress left with their orders, there was an akward silence. Randy tried to break it.
"So, is there any particular movie anyone wants to see?"
Ronnie was playing with her fingernails, looking bored. "Not really. We probably won't watch much of the movie anyways." She smiled over at Shane, who had a stern look on his face. Sam rolled her eyes before answering Randy.
"I'm game for almost anything."
"Anything, huh?" He gave her a sexy smile, but Shane interrupted before she could say anything.
"I guarantee she won't sit through 'Anger Management'." Randy turned to Sam, surprised.
"Really?"
She slowly nodded her head. "I'm not a Jack Nicholson fan." She looked up to see Shane staring at her. Their eyes briefly locked, before she looked away.
Ronnie stood. "I'm going to the ladies room before the food gets here." Randy stood up also.
"I think I will too. The guys room though, of course." He smiled as they both walked away. Sam and Shane sat there in silence, before she broke it.
"Shane, I don't understand why you're mad at me."
"Who said I was mad?"
She smiled softly. "You didn't have to. I can see it. And I don't get it."
He sighed. "Look Sam, I'm not mad. I just realized that we were getting too attached to each other. I'm glad that you're with Randy, and that Ronnie and I are back together. We needed to branch out."
She looked him square in the eye. "No, we didn't." She was saved from explaining by Randy returning. He noticed the looks Sam and Shane were giving each other, and tried to ignore them. Ronnie soon returned, and the food arrived. It was quiet for a few minutes while everyone was eating.
"So, did we pick a movie?" Ronnie asked.
"I'm not really in the mood for a movie," Shane said quietly.
"Me either," Sam agreed. They finished eating, and went out to the parking lot. "Randy, I'm really not feeling well. Can I take a raincheck on the movie?"
"Of course Sam." He looked to Shane and Ronnie. "Do you just want to go back to the hotel?" They both nodded, so that's what Randy did. He got out with Sam to walk her up, but she stopped him.
"You don't have to walk me up, Randy." She kissed his cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow." He nodded and got back in the car, waiting until they got inside to drive off. Sam walked upstairs with Shane and Ronnie. She yawned as she approached her door. "Goodnight."
"'Night Sam," Shane said. Ronnie just ignored her and kept on walking. Sam sighed and opened the door. She found Amy sitting on the couch in her pajamas.
"Let me get my pj's on and I'll join ya." She looked at the television screen. "What's on?"
"My Best Friend's Wedding."
"I can't believe I didn't know that."
"Me either." Sam just shook her head and went into the bathroom. She came out wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts. She grabbed a sweatshirt and a blanket before settling in next to Amy. She pulled the sweatshirt on and caught the scent from it. "Mmm, smells good."
Amy looked at her. "Who did you steal that one from?" Sam had a penchence for "borrowing" clothes from Shane and her brothers.
"Shane." Amy shook her head. Sam looked miserable. It was so obvious how she felt. When would she admit it? Amy wouldn't have to wait too long to find that one out.
As the credits were rolling on the screen, Sam turned to Amy. "Amy, you like Randy, right?"
"Of course."
"But you like Shane more, huh?"
"I know Shane better. He's like a brother to me."
"Mmhhmm. Me too."
"Is he?"
"Yes. Well, no...not anymore. He hardly talks to me anymore Amy, and is killing me." By this time, Sam had pulled her knees up and laid her face against them, so Amy was having a hard time understanding her.
"What do you mean Sam?"
She raised her head slightly. "I miss talking to him, spending time with him. I miss the feeling of being in his arms, of holding his hand, just of looking at him. I feel this ache in my body every time I think of how he rejects me now, of how I lost him." She put her head back down.
"Sam, I am asking you this like this for a reason, ok? Because I think I know what the problem is." Sam nodded, so Amy continued. "Why do you think it hurts you like that so much?"
Sam shook her head against her knees. "I don't think anything, Amy, I know what the problem is."
"And?"
Sam lifted her head and Amy could see the tears running down her face as she whispered her answer. "Because I'm in love with him."
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A/N: Finally, she admits it!!!! FYI- There are about 5 more chapters left in the story (plus an epilogue) so we are getting close to the cutesy ending! But, this is just the first of a series, so Sam and Shane will still be around! I just wanted to thank everyone again for reviewing, it means alot to me. And Melissa, I know you must be a writer- you have a way with words, and your comments always make me blush! lol My family had told me the same thing for years, but it is so nice and means so much more hearing it from an unbiased person. Thank you.
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The VIP area of the club they went to was being monopolized by the WWE superstars, so Sam and Randy dropped their stuff off and went down to the dance floor. They were slow dancing when Shane and Ronnie walked in but Sam was facing away from the door, so she didn't see them. This also meant she missed the stricken expression on Shane's face when he saw her in Randy's arms, but he quickly regained his composure. Randy however, did notice. The song ended, and Justin Timberlake's 'Rock YOur Body' came on. Ronnie pulled Shane pver by Sam and Randy, and they started dancing. Sam danced with Randy for another minute before excusing herself. SHe walked up to their table and grabbed Amy, dragging her to the bathroom.
Sam slammed the door behind them and started pacing. "Did you see what they were doing?" Amy didn't need to ask who 'they' were. "That was not dancing. That was...it was....just wrong! They were like having sex on the dance floor!"
"It wasn't THAT bad Sam."
Sam glared at her. "Whose side are you on here Amy?"
"Are you four now Sam? I'm not on anyone's side. Do you want to know what I really think?" Sam nodded. "Honestly, I think you both need to grow up and see what's right in front of you."
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Sam left the club shortly after her talk with Amy. Randy drove her to the airport since she was flying back to Stamford. She had appointments with several of the higher-ups int the WWE, as well as apartment building managers. She had yet to find an apartment, and with as much time as she would be spending in Connecticut, she knew it was a necessity. She got a little sleep on the flight, and hailed a cab to take her to the office. When she walked in she was greeted by the weekday receptionist Megan, and handed her messages.
"I was just here on Sunday. How many messages could I possibly have?" Megan just laughed and went back to her phone call. Sam went to her office and unlocked it. She was surprised to see a bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk, along with a note, which she read first. It said: "Sam- Sorry I had to break into your office, but I wanted you to see these right away! Linda." Sam opened the card, and a smile grew across her face. It said: "Sam- I had a wonderful time with you Saturday night. I would love to do it again sometime. Randy"
"Those are beautiful." Sam jumped and turned around to see Shane McMahon standing in the doorway.
"Hi Shane. They are, aren't they?"
He smiled. "From Randy?" She nodded. "He is such a suck up."
"Whatever Shane."
"Anyways, I called Mike over at Glenview, and he had a nice place he wanted you to check out sometime this week."
Sam looked doubtful. "Is it really a nice place, or does he just want to get rid of it?"
"Marissa said it was nice too, her sister lives in that building."
"Ok then, I'll give him a call. Thanks Shane."
"Your welcome Sam. I'll talk to you later."
"OK, bye." He left, and she shut the door behind him. She picked up the phone and called Megan at the front desk. "Megan, it's Sam. Could you hold all my calls please? I have a lot to get done."
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Sam was able to get ahold of Mike, and she went to see the apartment that afternoon. She loved it, and had signed a six month lease. She would be moving in the next week. As she was sitting back at her desk, her cell rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey cutie, it's Randy."
"Hey Randy, what's up?"
"Not too much. I know you're busy, but I wanted to ask you a question."
"OK, but first I Want to thank you for the flowers. They are so beautiful."
"So are you."
"Now I'm blushing Randy." She really was.
"OK, OK. What I wanted to ask was if you would be interested in going on a double date this weekend?"
"Sure. Who with?"
"Shane and Ronnie. I know that Shane's your best friend, so I'd like to get to know him better."
Sam wasn't thrilled. "I don't know, Randy..."
"I was really hoping you said yes. Ronnie and I talked about it at the airport earlier, and I though it sounded like fun."
"Tons," she said dryly. "If you really want to we can."
"I do. Plus, we'll be in St. Louis, so you can meet my parents."
"I've already met them, but I wouldn't mind seeing them again."
"Great, it's settled. I'll talk to you later then."
"Bye Randy." She shut her phone and sighed. "Yeah, it sounds just great."
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Sam worked through Tuesday and most of Wednesday, before flying home that afternoon. Amy picked her up at the airport and they went home to pack. The next morning Sam came downstairs to find Shane and Ronnie sitting in the living room.
"Hi. What are you guys doing here?"
Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Apparently we're riding with you to the airport. Is that ok with you?"
"It's fine." Sam walked by without saying anything else. Amy was in the kitchen, so Sam stopped in there. "Why are they going to the airport with us?"
Amy shrugged. "Why not?"
"OK. I must still be asleep. Why else would you be saying why not?" She pinched herself on the arm. "Damn!"
"Sam, you need to be grown up about this, alright? Besides, they probably won't be together much longer anyways." Not if Amy had anything to do with it. It was becoming quite obvious to everyone how Sam and Shane really felt about each other. Amy hoped that by pushing them together, one of them would break and admit it.
"I am grown up. And right now I am a grown up who is going to stomp up the stairs to her room and pick up her bags. Then this grown up is going to stomp back down the stairs and sit at this table and pout until we leave. Does that work?" They were both trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, that works." Sam did go upstairs to grab her bags, and Jeff was waiting when she came back down.
"Ready?"
"I guess."
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The flight took about three hours, so they landed in St. Louis around 3:00 (central time). Randy picked everyone up at the airport, and took them to the hotel. Sam, who was rooming with Amy, dropped her stuff off because she and Randy were going to see his parents. She was feeling a littel nervous as he pulled up in front of the house, but as soon as they walked in, her nervousness disappeared.
Randy grabbed her hand and pulled her in the living room. "Hello? Is anyone here?" His mom came down the stairs.
"Hi there sweetie," she said, hugging Randy. She let him go and embraced Sam. "Hi Sam, it's good to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too Mrs. Orton."
Cindy shook her head. "None of that now, dear. It's Cindy and you know it."
"OK, Cindy." They smiled. Randy's dad walked in the room and hugged them both.
"Randy, Sam. How are you two doing?"
"Great dad."
"Pretty good, thank you Mr.....Bob."
He chuckled. "Bob is right little lady. Although Mr. Bob has an interesting ring to it."
"Well now I have to call you Mr. Bob."
"You do that." They were interrupted by Randy's sister Becky slamming the front door.
"Sam, I am so glad you are here."
Sam went to Becky and gave her a hug. "Why is that?"
"I have a huge French project due...soon....and could really use your help." Sam had minored in French in college, and she had helped Becky with her French several times before.
"Is soon like tomorrow?"
Becky grinned sheepishly. "Maybe."
Sam laughed. "I'm sure I can help."
Randy stuck out his lower lip. "But I thought you were going to spend time with me?" He started batting his eyebrows.
"Randy, that is pathetic."
He shrugged. "I know. I'll catch up with mom and dad while you guys work on that." She nodded, and her and Becky went into the kitchen, where Becky started spreading out everything they would need.
"OK, Beck, what do you need help with?"
"Beaucoup."
"Please tell me you're wrong and that doesn't mean alot?"
"Nope. But mostly all I need from you are some translations."
"Alright, shoot..."
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Randy and Sam were in his truck three hours and one finished French project later. "So, did you do the whole project for her?"
"Pas du tout, monsieur."
He groaned. "Do not even start that with me Sam. I do not speak French. Hell, I barely speak English."
"You butcher the English language Randy."
"And I do it well." They pulled up in front of the hotel and got out. They walked upstairs and stopped in front of her room. "So, I was thinking I could pick you up around 6?"
"That's fine. We're just doing the standard dinner and a movie?"
"Yeah, I know this excellent Mexican place. Definitely more casual than before."
She smiled. "Good. So I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yep." He leaned down and kissed her. "Goodnight Sam."
"'Night Randy."
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Amy and Sam spent the next day holed up in the hotel room working on Amy's list of people to be invited to the wedding. Around 4 'o clock, Sam threw her pen down and sighed. "No more."
Amy stretched. "I agree. Besides, don't you have a date to get ready for?"
"Don't you mean a double date?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well, what are you going to wear?"
"The khakis and blue polo that I didn't wear on Saturday."
"Good choice."
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Sam was ready to go when Randy knocked on the door at exactly 6. "Hey Randy. You look nice." And he did, in black slacks and a blue button down shirt.
"And you look beautiful as always, Sam. Ready?"
"Yep."
He grabbed her hand as they walked down the hallway. "Shane and Ronnie are meeting us in the lobby.
"Did you decide on a movie?"
He shook his head. "I thought we would decide over dinner."
"Oh." Sam stopped when they entered the doorway. Shane looked great. He had on an almost identical outfit to Randy, but Sam thought it looked much better on Shane. Randy noticed her staring, but didn't say anything. Shane and Ronnie walked over to them.
"Are we ready to get going?" Ronnie asked them. Randy nodded and they went out to the car. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel, so they were there in a few minutes. When Sam saw the place, she smiled.
"Mexican, huh? How did you know?"
Randy laughed. "I think Amy mentioned that you like it."
"Like it? I love it. Shane and I go to this one place back home at least once a week." Ronnie's face narrowed when she heard that. She hated the idea that Sam and Shane had spent so much time together.
Randy reached over and grabbed her hand. "We'll have to go there sometime."
"Sure." They walked in and were immediately taken to a booth in the corner. After the waitress left with their orders, there was an akward silence. Randy tried to break it.
"So, is there any particular movie anyone wants to see?"
Ronnie was playing with her fingernails, looking bored. "Not really. We probably won't watch much of the movie anyways." She smiled over at Shane, who had a stern look on his face. Sam rolled her eyes before answering Randy.
"I'm game for almost anything."
"Anything, huh?" He gave her a sexy smile, but Shane interrupted before she could say anything.
"I guarantee she won't sit through 'Anger Management'." Randy turned to Sam, surprised.
"Really?"
She slowly nodded her head. "I'm not a Jack Nicholson fan." She looked up to see Shane staring at her. Their eyes briefly locked, before she looked away.
Ronnie stood. "I'm going to the ladies room before the food gets here." Randy stood up also.
"I think I will too. The guys room though, of course." He smiled as they both walked away. Sam and Shane sat there in silence, before she broke it.
"Shane, I don't understand why you're mad at me."
"Who said I was mad?"
She smiled softly. "You didn't have to. I can see it. And I don't get it."
He sighed. "Look Sam, I'm not mad. I just realized that we were getting too attached to each other. I'm glad that you're with Randy, and that Ronnie and I are back together. We needed to branch out."
She looked him square in the eye. "No, we didn't." She was saved from explaining by Randy returning. He noticed the looks Sam and Shane were giving each other, and tried to ignore them. Ronnie soon returned, and the food arrived. It was quiet for a few minutes while everyone was eating.
"So, did we pick a movie?" Ronnie asked.
"I'm not really in the mood for a movie," Shane said quietly.
"Me either," Sam agreed. They finished eating, and went out to the parking lot. "Randy, I'm really not feeling well. Can I take a raincheck on the movie?"
"Of course Sam." He looked to Shane and Ronnie. "Do you just want to go back to the hotel?" They both nodded, so that's what Randy did. He got out with Sam to walk her up, but she stopped him.
"You don't have to walk me up, Randy." She kissed his cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow." He nodded and got back in the car, waiting until they got inside to drive off. Sam walked upstairs with Shane and Ronnie. She yawned as she approached her door. "Goodnight."
"'Night Sam," Shane said. Ronnie just ignored her and kept on walking. Sam sighed and opened the door. She found Amy sitting on the couch in her pajamas.
"Let me get my pj's on and I'll join ya." She looked at the television screen. "What's on?"
"My Best Friend's Wedding."
"I can't believe I didn't know that."
"Me either." Sam just shook her head and went into the bathroom. She came out wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts. She grabbed a sweatshirt and a blanket before settling in next to Amy. She pulled the sweatshirt on and caught the scent from it. "Mmm, smells good."
Amy looked at her. "Who did you steal that one from?" Sam had a penchence for "borrowing" clothes from Shane and her brothers.
"Shane." Amy shook her head. Sam looked miserable. It was so obvious how she felt. When would she admit it? Amy wouldn't have to wait too long to find that one out.
As the credits were rolling on the screen, Sam turned to Amy. "Amy, you like Randy, right?"
"Of course."
"But you like Shane more, huh?"
"I know Shane better. He's like a brother to me."
"Mmhhmm. Me too."
"Is he?"
"Yes. Well, no...not anymore. He hardly talks to me anymore Amy, and is killing me." By this time, Sam had pulled her knees up and laid her face against them, so Amy was having a hard time understanding her.
"What do you mean Sam?"
She raised her head slightly. "I miss talking to him, spending time with him. I miss the feeling of being in his arms, of holding his hand, just of looking at him. I feel this ache in my body every time I think of how he rejects me now, of how I lost him." She put her head back down.
"Sam, I am asking you this like this for a reason, ok? Because I think I know what the problem is." Sam nodded, so Amy continued. "Why do you think it hurts you like that so much?"
Sam shook her head against her knees. "I don't think anything, Amy, I know what the problem is."
"And?"
Sam lifted her head and Amy could see the tears running down her face as she whispered her answer. "Because I'm in love with him."
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A/N: Finally, she admits it!!!! FYI- There are about 5 more chapters left in the story (plus an epilogue) so we are getting close to the cutesy ending! But, this is just the first of a series, so Sam and Shane will still be around! I just wanted to thank everyone again for reviewing, it means alot to me. And Melissa, I know you must be a writer- you have a way with words, and your comments always make me blush! lol My family had told me the same thing for years, but it is so nice and means so much more hearing it from an unbiased person. Thank you.