So I thought that after a long hiatus from writing fan fiction, that I would get back into the swing of things by doing a 365 day drabble challenge. For the next year I am going to do my best to write one drabble between 100-500 words per day. At the start of each drabble I will state the theme, paring and rating so that the reader may chose what drabbles they would like to read. The ratings will go from K-T, and I will give warnings for any swearing, violence, adult situations or things of that nature. Suggestions and criticism are welcome. As always, I do not own anything, credit goes to Terri Farley.

Theme: Fluff/Romance

Paring: Sam/Jake

Rating: K

The fire was far behind them, but Samantha still felt warm. Almost too warm. Jake's hand engulfed her much smaller one. He was leading her away from the crowds, away from prying eyes and Sam could feel butterflies growing in her stomach. She had been having strange feelings about her best friend for sometime, could this mean that he was having these thoughts as well?

Once they were a safe distance away from the crowd Jake stopped moving, causing her to stumble into his large frame. He sighed loudly to show his irritation.

"Do you ever pay attention Brat?"

"Maybe if you told me what was going on for once in you life I would pay more attention" Although the words could be harsh, they were said with a playful tone that caused both of them to smile.

"Seriously though, what is going on Jake?"

He looked around, and rubbed the back of his neck. Sam had never seen him this uncomfortable before.

"Sam I've wanted to tell-" He cut himself off, looking even more nervous.

"The thing is-" He sighed again, his hand rubbing his neck harder now.

"Well, you see I-"

"Jake just spit it out already, you're going to take the skin on the back of your neck off" Sam admonished lightly. She was teasing him, but her own nerves were starting to show. What was running though his head?

She didn't have to wonder much longer. He leaned down and cupped her face in his hands. His moves were slow and tentative, as if he was approaching a wild animal. He came in closer and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was short, but sweet, and Jake quickly stood back up. His hand resumed moving over his neck, and Sam swore that she could see a blush on his dark skin.

"So, will you go out with me?"

She smiled, before giving him her reply. "Yes."