The day was hot, too hot for words and Sam was boiling in the heat. Everyone was out for the day but her. Dad said she was allowed to go out with friends, as long as she called if she was going to be out later than seven. However, there were no friends around to go anywhere with.
Or, at least, that's what she thought.
Darryl pulled into her yard, music blaring. "Hey, Sammy! Let's go!"
Sam was just glad to have something to do. She jumped in the car. The wheels spun as they raced away from River Bend.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked.
"Swimming," Darryl replied.
"Swimming?" Sam half-screeched, half-squeaked.
"Yes, Sammy, swimming. You do know how to swim, right?" Darryl gave her a look that said if she didn't know she was a) an idiot and b) going to learn.
"Of course I know how to swim. I just don't have a bathing suit with me!"
Darryl gave her sixteen year old body a once over. "That's the point."
Sam gave him a look, but kept quiet. In truth, she really liked Darryl and he hadn't been silent about how hot he thought she was. Or that he thought the world of her.
Darryl pulled in beside a nice sized body of water that Sam didn't even know existed. "Everybody out!" He called loudly. Sam smiled and slipped out of the car. She turned just in time to see her crush go leaping into the water with nothing but tighty-whitey's on.
Darryl came up sputtering and yelled, "Come on, girl! The water's great!"
Sam slowly walked down to the water's edge. Smiling in a teasing way, she took her sweet time stripping off her jean shorts and green tank top.
"Pretty," Darryl appraised her matching purple bra and underwear.
"Got that right," Sam said, and, jogging a little, she leapt over Darryl's head, and cannon balled right into the water. "Try and catch me!" Sam yelled at Darryl's frozen face.
Darryl took off after the redhead, but she was very hard to catch. Eyes wide, and out of breath, he simply floated on his back, staring up at the sky.
He should have known better.
Sam slipped silently beneath the drowsy boy. Bracing herself, she flipped him over with a splash. He let out a satisfying scream.
"Why I oughta," he growled in a threatening way, once he surfaced.
"Oughta what?" Sam asked sweetly. "Kiss me?" she suggested.
So, Darryl kissed her.
So, this was written several eons ago for westcoatishome's birthday. Now, her birthday is in June. It's December, so it's now a Christmas present. Merry Christmas! I was finally bored enough to type this years old one-shot.
I do not approve of the Sam/Darryl pairing (I'm a SAKE girl) but doesn't like them, thus this pairing because it is her present. Also, I do not own Phantom Stallion.
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