The Battle of Goodwin's Grave

Best Wingwoman Ever

*Edited - play the video at the end of the chapter! *

"Wow Sam, you make me out to be some sort of monster! I'm not that bad!" I protest. 

"Remember Casey? You made her cry her eyes out Ruby!"

"And she made me cry when she destroyed my clothes and because I didn't have a spare set, I had to wear a mish-mash of things from the Lost and Found! She kept it up for weeks, Sam! What was I meant to do, turn the other cheek?"

"That's EXACTLY what you should've done!" Sam exclaims. 

"Ha! No. 'Treat others as you want to be treated', right? She did something bad to me, so I just re-balanced the scales." I shrug. 

"You didn't need to dye her hair green!" Sam says exasperatedly. 

"I guess you're right there Sam. Green never was her colour..." I answer as I lean back in my seat. 

"I can't win with you, can I?" Sam groans. 

"Nope!" I reply, popping the 'p'. "You either win or you learn Sammy!"

"So applying that logic to the 7 or so years I've known you, I should've learned a lot by now right?"

"'Should've' being the key phrase there, buddy." I smirk and Sam just shakes his head as his favourite waitress appears. 

"Can I get you guys anything else?" She asks , smiling at Sam who was trying to make himself look decent as ketchup dripped down his chin. 

Stifling a laugh, I answer. "Just the bill please. My friend here is indisposed at the moment." 

"Of course, I'll just be a moment," Jessica smiles as she turns to leave. Once she is out of earshot, Sam shoots me a grateful look. 

"You're welcome!" I say loudly. 

"Hey, I was finishing what I was eating! And thank you very much."

"Not my fault you shoved half of the burger in your mouth at once! And who's the best wingwoman you could ever ask for?" I say smugly as I finish the last of my pasta and lean back in my chair. 

"You would be better if you got me her number..." Sam mutters and I sit forward, smirking. 

"Is that a challenge? Consider it accepted!" I say as I stand up and walk over to the till. I hear Sam protesting as I go but I turn and wink at him. I stand in front of the till and wait to be served, playing about with my phone. 

"Hi, I'm just about to bring the bill over. Things got a bit hectic, I'm really sorry-" Jessica says, apologetically. 

"Hey, don't worry. I used to work here, I know what it's like," I smile at her to reassure her. "And anyway, I kinda need a favour." 

"Sure thing! How can I help?" Jessica smiles. 

"Well I noticed you and my friend Sam over there had a bit of a thing going on," I say to which Jessica blushes as I lean on the countertop. "And I was wondering if you would possibly be kind enough as to give me your number because lemme tell ya, that boy has a heart of gold but he's got no idea how to talk to pretty girls. So in a way, I'm doing you both a favour! Whaddya say?" 

"I-I mean yeah. That'd be great! Um, thank you. Lemme just um, grab something..." Jessica answers as she looks around for something to write on. 

"Um Jessica?" I say. She turns and I point to the notepad in the front pocket of her apron. "You got everything you need right there,"

"Right! Thanks again. I'm just kinda flustered, I mean he really is cute... Are you sure he likes me?" Jessica asks nervously. 

"I know we just met but I'm not the type of girl who'd lie about this. And I know that boy like the back of my hand. He DEFINITELY likes you gurl!" I reassure her and she grins, jotting her number down as I take a twenty out of my purse and put it on the counter. 

"Thank you, um...?" Jessica says uncertainly as she rips the page from her notepad and hands it to me.

"Ruby. Ruby Livingstone. It's a pleasure to meet you Jessica," I smile. "You won't regret this. Oh and keep the change!" I turn and head back to the table, putting the note in front of Sam. "You were saying?"

"No. Fricking. Way." Sam looks at me, completely and utterly gobsmacked, his jaw practically lying across the floor.

"Told ya I was the best wingwoman." I smirk and shove his shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry I ever doubted you..." 

"And you should be! When have I ever failed to deliver? Guess you owe me another one now Kenai..."

"I owe you more than that! Next week, you will have the best birthday you've ever had. And that is a promise!" Sam says as he stands and shoves the paper in his wallet before pulling his jacket on. "You ready to go? I have some planning to do..." Sam winks. 

"Boy I've been waiting on you to finish that diabetic coma you call lunch," I answer as I turn to start walking. 

"Hey! I'm a growing boy!" Sam protests.

"Yeah, that excuse is getting old Sammy. Just like you..." I tease as we walk to the door. I stop, wave at everyone and shout a goodbye to the staff before heading out of the door into a nice cool breeze. 

"I'll have you know that my best years are still ahead of me!" Sam exclaims indignantly.

"Sammy Sammy Sammy..." I sigh. "You are turning 19 soon. You are now teetering on the precipice of true old age. You only get older now ergo... YOU'RE GETTING OLD!" I laugh. 

"Hey you're not much younger! I'm only 8 months older! You, however, are staring 18 right in the face!" Sam jokes as he picks me up, bringing me up to eye level. "You can't be young forever!"

"Trust me, I'll find Neverland," I wink as I shove Sam's shoulders and as he tumbles to the ground, I break free of his grip. Standing over him, I smirk. "Never underestimate me, old man." I hear a soft chuckle as I start walking over to my bike. 

"DUDE! I need some help up!" Sam shouts.

"Is that because you're an old man?" I turn and shout back. 

"Cheeky b- I'll show you old!" Sam starts getting up and runs after me. 

"OH SHIT!" I shout and start running towards my bike. Now I'm fast but Sam is an athlete and using magic just wouldn't be fair. At least, that's what I tell myself when he tackles me to the ground. 

"Gotcha," Sam whispers as he hovers above me. 

"Yeah you did. NOW MOVE YOUR CARCASS BEFORE YOU BECOME A CORPSE!" I scream. 

"Geez, chill Rue!" Sam chuckles as he rolls down onto the grass beside me. 

"Well you ain't exactly light Sam..." I grumble. 

"'If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?'"  Sam sings softly. 

"Always Sammy," I smile as I lay my head on his chest. "Always." 

AN ~ SOOOOOOOO whaddya think cupcakes? (yes that's my name for you readers, unless you have a better idea! If so, comment below!)  Do we ship Ramby? (The ship name was provided by @WannabeHipster_who is an absolute lad and a half, no lie). Or do we ship Sassica? Lemme know what you think! And as always, thank you very much for reading!