Ok you guys, here is the second chapter. I needed motivation. What would you feel like after you're best friend decided to kiss you?!?
Chapter Two: Morning
Some people say that things will be better in the morning. Some people are right. Most people are wrong. Samantha didn't know whether or not things would be or not. She lay in bed and watched as the suns golden rays touched the wall opposite of her window. The sun seemed to be dancing…it seemed to be happy. Would she be happy if she decided to wake up?
Something was wrong, and she knew it. That was the only reason her dad hadn't come up to wake her yet. It was way past her usual time to be up. Chores had to be done…why was she still in bed?
She dragged herself up and got dressed, everything still seemed to be fogged over, hazy…not real. She opened her door walked down the stairs, greeted Gram, and walked on. She walked out the door, holding the piece of toast that had somehow found it's way into her fingers. Slowly she made her way to the barn…slowly she opened the door, and slowly she started to back away.
Inside the barn, Jake was sleeping, leaning up against the wall of the stall. He had stayed there all night, and next to him the foal lay asleep…he was alive. Jake had kept the foal alive.
"You're here." Jake looked up at her and smiled. "See I told you I could do it," he said, "I told you I would do everything I could to keep the Phantoms son alive."
"It was just…really hard to think he might die. The phantom is missing…and he's probably dead, I didn't want to loose this part of him," Sam said, finding her bravery and kneeling in the hay to gently pat the foal's neck. "Thank you, Jake."
He stretched and stood, staring down at her. "You don't have to thank me, Brat. I would do anything for you."
She looked up at him and smiled. "I guess you would…Jake…are things different?"
"Different?"
"…between you and me?"
"I guess so, Brat. We'll talk about it later. I'll drive us out to War Drum Flats…"
Sam stood and dusted herself off. "'k," she said, and walked out of the barn.
Maybe things were going to be different, and things were different…but it was only morning.