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Instead of attending the Smackdown tapings that week, Sam and Amy decided to fly back to North Carolina to work on the wedding plans. They had dress fittings scheduled for that afternoon, as well as many other appointments and phone calls. Sam had also decided to see if she could get in to see her doctor instead of waiting the 10 days. She was on her cell phone with the caterer when Amy came out in her dress. "wow that looks great!"
Amy blushed. "Thanks. I really like it."
Sam rolled her eyes at the person who was talking in her ear. "No, I wasn't talking to you. No. Yes, we will be there this afternoon. Bye." She looked at Amy. "Remind me why we went with these people?"
"They're able to get everything ready on time?"
Sam stood and hobbled over to stand behind Amy. "And they are so overcharging." She started fussing with Amy's train.
"Well, yeah." They giggled, and Mrs. Oates, the dressmaker, came out.
"Your turn Samantha?" She nodded and followed her into the back. She came out a few minutes later in a light blue off the shoulder dress.
"Sam, that looks great, but the crutches kind of mess up the picture."
Sam stuck her tongue out at her. "They won't be in the pictures. I won't even be on them then, thankfully." Mrs. Oates pinned up a few things on Sam's dress and sent her back to change. She promised to have them ready again to try this weekend, and the girls left for their next stop: the annoying caterers. The same person Sam was speaking with on the phone was the one who waited on them.
"Can I help you ladies?" he asked rather snottily.
"Yes, you can. My name is Samantha, and I had called earlier about a package for next weekend?"
"Oh, yes, the woman who doesn't get things called deadlines." When he said that, Amy smirked. Sam looked pissed.
"Look...Robert, is it?" She looked at his nametag, and he nodded. "We'll try this again, ok? My name is Samantha Hardy and this here," she pointed at Amy, "is my best friend Amy Dumas. We had planned on spending an awful lot of money in here trying to prepare for her wedding next weekend. If you have a problem with us trying to place a large order, then let me talk to your manager, because I doubt they'll have a problem."
He wasn't fazed. "Ma'am, as I tried to tell you on the phone, two weeks is just not enough time for what you requested."
She gave him a cool look. "Get me your manager." She waited a moment and he came out.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?"
"Unfortunately, yes, there is. I am trying to place a very large order that I need to be ready for next Saturday, and Robert here refuses to take it. I would gladly take my order elsewhere, but you are the best around, even if your customer service is lacking."
He looked taken aback. "Of course we'll accomodate an order for that soon. Robert?" He turned to the young man. "What was the problem?"
He was still being sort of rude. "Honestly, I didn't think they were being for real. People that young don't come in here for stuff like that."
Sam was shocked. "Oh yes, like I would really hobble in here and waste my time if I wasn't serious." The manager pulled out an order form, and they figured out the order.
"OK, and the name you want this under?"
"Hardy." His head snapped up.
"Hardy? As in the Hardy Boyz?"
"Mmhmm."
"If you don't mind my asking, are you marrying one of them?"
Sam laughed, surprised by the fact that he hadn't recognized Amy. "No, I am a Hardy. I'm placing it for a friend." Robert, who was still standing there, stared at Amy for a second before he realized who she was, but he didn't say anything.
"Well, alright then Miss Hardy, we will have it there next Saturday afternoon." They would be delivering everything to Jeff's during the ceremony.
"Thank you." They walked out, and Amy started laughing.
"Amy, why didn't you say anything?"
"You were doing just fine on your own."
She shook her head. "You are so weird."
"But that experience was weirder."
"True." They got in the car and drove to the printers, where they picked up the finished cards for the reception. Sam's doctor appointment was in twenty minutes, so they headed over there, where Sam was called in shortly.
"Hi Sam, how are you doing?" Dr. Tabb asked her.
"Except for this whole ankle thing, I feel great."
The doctor nodded. "I was watching. That was a nasty fall."
"Yeah it was." Dr. Tabb put her x-rays up on the screen and studied them. After a moment, she started talking.
"I think that if we put you in a gel cast, you should be able to get rid of the crutches. You'll need to be in that for about six weeks though."
Sam's eyes widened. "Six weeks?"
"Yes, but no crutches."
"I'll take that." Dr. Tabb put the cast on, and Sam and Amy decided to skip the planning for the afternoon and go see a movie. Not a good idea.
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Shane was sitting in the darkened theatre with Ronnie, not paying much attention to the teenybopper movie. He had let Ronnie pick it because he didn't want to argue. He was still hung up on everything that had happened in the last two days. He told Sam that he can't be friends with her, Amy tells him that Sam is in love with him, Sam breaks her ankle, and now she won't talk to him. In a way he was almost happy for this movie, it was alright, but completely predictable. The doors opened behind them, and two more people walked into the otherwise empty theatre. After they sat down some rows in front of them, Shane was surprised to see that they were Sam and Amy. 'Why are they seeing 'What A Girl Wants'?' he thought to himself. 'And why doesn't Sam have her crutches?' He tried to ignore them and pay a little attention to the movie, but his mind- and eyes- kept drifting back to Sam. As he saw the last scene in the movie, he smiled, because he knew exactly what Sam would be doing. he woud have tears in her eyes due to the happy ending, and the second the lights came on she would hurry out so noone could see. Ronnie on the other hand, was a bit more uncuntrollable. Shane rolled his eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Honestly though, she was thinking about how she couldn't continue the facade anymore. She would have to tell him, and soon.
Sam and Amy stood up and started walking up the aisle, but stopped when they saw Shane and Ronnie. "Hey guys!" Amy called out.
Shane nodded. "Hey Amy, hey Sam."
"Hi," Sam replied quietly. Ronnie said nothing.
Shane put his hands in his pocket and started rocking back and forth on his heels. "So, Sam, no more crutches?"
"Nope, just a gelcast for six weeks."
Ronnie decided to speak up. "Will you be able to do the bit next week."
"Yeah, I will." Amy noticed it was getting a bit akward, so she tried to break it a little.
"You know Sam, we really should get going." She looked at her watch for emphasis."
"Umm, yeah, we should. See you guys later." They nodded, and Sam and Amy left. Once in the lobby though, Sam stopped suddenly. "I need to tell him how I feel, Amy. And I think I know how."
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A/N: OK, this chappie is kinda short, but I am getting near the end and am in a hurry to write it. I am trying to finish a few chapters tonight, because I have the final stuff in my head and I need to get it written- it is driving me insane to not write it!
Lisa
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Instead of attending the Smackdown tapings that week, Sam and Amy decided to fly back to North Carolina to work on the wedding plans. They had dress fittings scheduled for that afternoon, as well as many other appointments and phone calls. Sam had also decided to see if she could get in to see her doctor instead of waiting the 10 days. She was on her cell phone with the caterer when Amy came out in her dress. "wow that looks great!"
Amy blushed. "Thanks. I really like it."
Sam rolled her eyes at the person who was talking in her ear. "No, I wasn't talking to you. No. Yes, we will be there this afternoon. Bye." She looked at Amy. "Remind me why we went with these people?"
"They're able to get everything ready on time?"
Sam stood and hobbled over to stand behind Amy. "And they are so overcharging." She started fussing with Amy's train.
"Well, yeah." They giggled, and Mrs. Oates, the dressmaker, came out.
"Your turn Samantha?" She nodded and followed her into the back. She came out a few minutes later in a light blue off the shoulder dress.
"Sam, that looks great, but the crutches kind of mess up the picture."
Sam stuck her tongue out at her. "They won't be in the pictures. I won't even be on them then, thankfully." Mrs. Oates pinned up a few things on Sam's dress and sent her back to change. She promised to have them ready again to try this weekend, and the girls left for their next stop: the annoying caterers. The same person Sam was speaking with on the phone was the one who waited on them.
"Can I help you ladies?" he asked rather snottily.
"Yes, you can. My name is Samantha, and I had called earlier about a package for next weekend?"
"Oh, yes, the woman who doesn't get things called deadlines." When he said that, Amy smirked. Sam looked pissed.
"Look...Robert, is it?" She looked at his nametag, and he nodded. "We'll try this again, ok? My name is Samantha Hardy and this here," she pointed at Amy, "is my best friend Amy Dumas. We had planned on spending an awful lot of money in here trying to prepare for her wedding next weekend. If you have a problem with us trying to place a large order, then let me talk to your manager, because I doubt they'll have a problem."
He wasn't fazed. "Ma'am, as I tried to tell you on the phone, two weeks is just not enough time for what you requested."
She gave him a cool look. "Get me your manager." She waited a moment and he came out.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?"
"Unfortunately, yes, there is. I am trying to place a very large order that I need to be ready for next Saturday, and Robert here refuses to take it. I would gladly take my order elsewhere, but you are the best around, even if your customer service is lacking."
He looked taken aback. "Of course we'll accomodate an order for that soon. Robert?" He turned to the young man. "What was the problem?"
He was still being sort of rude. "Honestly, I didn't think they were being for real. People that young don't come in here for stuff like that."
Sam was shocked. "Oh yes, like I would really hobble in here and waste my time if I wasn't serious." The manager pulled out an order form, and they figured out the order.
"OK, and the name you want this under?"
"Hardy." His head snapped up.
"Hardy? As in the Hardy Boyz?"
"Mmhmm."
"If you don't mind my asking, are you marrying one of them?"
Sam laughed, surprised by the fact that he hadn't recognized Amy. "No, I am a Hardy. I'm placing it for a friend." Robert, who was still standing there, stared at Amy for a second before he realized who she was, but he didn't say anything.
"Well, alright then Miss Hardy, we will have it there next Saturday afternoon." They would be delivering everything to Jeff's during the ceremony.
"Thank you." They walked out, and Amy started laughing.
"Amy, why didn't you say anything?"
"You were doing just fine on your own."
She shook her head. "You are so weird."
"But that experience was weirder."
"True." They got in the car and drove to the printers, where they picked up the finished cards for the reception. Sam's doctor appointment was in twenty minutes, so they headed over there, where Sam was called in shortly.
"Hi Sam, how are you doing?" Dr. Tabb asked her.
"Except for this whole ankle thing, I feel great."
The doctor nodded. "I was watching. That was a nasty fall."
"Yeah it was." Dr. Tabb put her x-rays up on the screen and studied them. After a moment, she started talking.
"I think that if we put you in a gel cast, you should be able to get rid of the crutches. You'll need to be in that for about six weeks though."
Sam's eyes widened. "Six weeks?"
"Yes, but no crutches."
"I'll take that." Dr. Tabb put the cast on, and Sam and Amy decided to skip the planning for the afternoon and go see a movie. Not a good idea.
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Shane was sitting in the darkened theatre with Ronnie, not paying much attention to the teenybopper movie. He had let Ronnie pick it because he didn't want to argue. He was still hung up on everything that had happened in the last two days. He told Sam that he can't be friends with her, Amy tells him that Sam is in love with him, Sam breaks her ankle, and now she won't talk to him. In a way he was almost happy for this movie, it was alright, but completely predictable. The doors opened behind them, and two more people walked into the otherwise empty theatre. After they sat down some rows in front of them, Shane was surprised to see that they were Sam and Amy. 'Why are they seeing 'What A Girl Wants'?' he thought to himself. 'And why doesn't Sam have her crutches?' He tried to ignore them and pay a little attention to the movie, but his mind- and eyes- kept drifting back to Sam. As he saw the last scene in the movie, he smiled, because he knew exactly what Sam would be doing. he woud have tears in her eyes due to the happy ending, and the second the lights came on she would hurry out so noone could see. Ronnie on the other hand, was a bit more uncuntrollable. Shane rolled his eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Honestly though, she was thinking about how she couldn't continue the facade anymore. She would have to tell him, and soon.
Sam and Amy stood up and started walking up the aisle, but stopped when they saw Shane and Ronnie. "Hey guys!" Amy called out.
Shane nodded. "Hey Amy, hey Sam."
"Hi," Sam replied quietly. Ronnie said nothing.
Shane put his hands in his pocket and started rocking back and forth on his heels. "So, Sam, no more crutches?"
"Nope, just a gelcast for six weeks."
Ronnie decided to speak up. "Will you be able to do the bit next week."
"Yeah, I will." Amy noticed it was getting a bit akward, so she tried to break it a little.
"You know Sam, we really should get going." She looked at her watch for emphasis."
"Umm, yeah, we should. See you guys later." They nodded, and Sam and Amy left. Once in the lobby though, Sam stopped suddenly. "I need to tell him how I feel, Amy. And I think I know how."
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A/N: OK, this chappie is kinda short, but I am getting near the end and am in a hurry to write it. I am trying to finish a few chapters tonight, because I have the final stuff in my head and I need to get it written- it is driving me insane to not write it!
Lisa