Rain pelted down onto Sam's bare head as she stood in the middle of the street. Jake sat on Witch a few yards off, and they were slowly trotting away. An overwhelming feeling of loss hit Sam like a wave. She and Jake had gone a little too far teasing; somehow Jake took something seriously and now he was riding away. His black ponytail matched Witch's swishing wet tail.

"Jake," she yelled suddenly above the thunder. Jake didn't even turn around. Sam started to run after him. "Jake don't go. Please. You're- you're everything to me."

Jake turned so quickly his Stetson flew off his head. He looked deep into her eyes as she stood there at Witch's side, whispering, "Don't go. Please. Don't." Suddenly, he threw his leg over the mare's back and was down on the ground beside her, and they were embracing. Where a few moments ago it had seemed like Sam's whole world was falling apart, now everything was in its right place. She had never felt so secure in her life as she did there in Jake's arms.

Okay, this was originally all, but due to popular demand, here is more.

The next morning, Sam and Jake were in the Forster's barn, and Jake was shoveling hey down from the loft while Sam groomed Ace. They hadn't said a word to each other since last night. Sam wasn't sure if Jake had took what she said as a sign of their friendship- or what she really meant, that she loved him. Either way, she felt like sparks of electricity were floating between them.

After checking the little bay mustang's hooves, she snapped the top onto his grooming box and stepped out of the stall. She looked up into the loft at Jake, who didn't notice. A lock of black hair that had come out of its usual leather thong hung down in his face as he leaned on the pitchfork. A pile of hay sat just to Sam's left.

Apparently, he sensed her eyes on him, because his gaze shifted again to her eyes, and she felt like he was seeing into the depths of her soul. It actually made her feel very exposed.

But he just looked away and threw the pitchfork over into the corner of the loft and swept his hair back.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

In truth, Jake couldn't get Sam off his mind. Of course he loved her; he had since she was born. But what she said last night; she was referring to the fact that he was her best friend, wasn't she? He had only wishful thinking on his side. But then why was she staring at him?

When Sam stepped into the tack room, she found Jake right in front of her. She usually would have just stepped to the side, but his eyes were locked on hers. Clumsily, she dropped Ace's tack box. Both leaned down to catch it; Sam fell onto her knees. Jake offered her his hand, and she took it. He pulled her up- into a kiss.

It was the best moment of Sam's life.