Day 2

Hey'll, Soz for taking so long to get this chap up! Well, hopefully it will be more dramatic (Hmmm?) and better than the last. (Better be!) So yeah it's day 2 of their Beach Holiday and they only have another 6 days left to get Jake and Sam together.

Dedicated to my first reviewer and Beta Reader: Kavazya!

Enjoy and Review!

If the sun had planned on making everyone lazy, she had done it well. Sam lay on her bed, head resting on her arms, letting the hot Nevada wind sweep her away into Dreamland.

"Sam!" Jen called from the bottom bunk interrupting Sam's somewhat wonderful dream.

"What!" Sam rolled her eyes to inform Jen that she was quite irritated.

Not bothering to move, she kept lounging in her exact position.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. It's time for a chat!" Jen laughed while pulling a face at Sam's bunk.

"What chat?" Sam questioned as she rubbed her eyes, still half asleep.

"Tell me what you feel these days," Jen said with a smirk before biting her lip.

"Uhhh ...nothing?"

"Oh come on. You must feel something?" Jen pleaded.

"Well, truth is… I feel lazy," Sam said, pulling the covers over her head. Jen clenched a fist.

"Oh please! Just spit it out! You love Jake!" Jen shouted, really losing it.

Jen climbed up the ladder and grabbed Sam's arm in a frightening way.

"Admit it." Jen demanded, sounding out the words slowly.

Sam shuddered at Jen's fury. Her best friend's eyes were like burning coals.

"Haha… Jen, let go please." Sam requested, now a little creeped out.

Jen finally let go but glared at Sam. Sam jumped off her bunk, gave Jen the slip and ran for it. She bumped into Ryan along the way.

"Do you think that Jen's gone mental?" Sam said with worry.

"Yup, she has." Ryan confirmed while barely managing a straight face.

Sam's stomache dropped at the thought of her best friend turning into a psycho.

"It's all my fault." Sam groaned, meandering around.

"It is totally your fault. Samantha Anne Forster. What have you done?" Ryan frowned.

"There's only one way she'll turn back to normal." Ryan said, shaking his head.

"What? Tell me!"

"Tell Jake that you love him, then you kiss him then you ask him out." Ryan beamed at his own brilliance.

"No way!" Sam hissed.

"Ok," Ryan said, simply walking off briskly.

Sam bit her lip.

"No, I bet Jen's just faking it." Sam said trying to smile.

She's just joking. Sam hoped that was the case. She gathered up the courage to walk into the room and face Jen. When she slowly opened the squeaky wooden door Jen jumped down and bit her lip.

"Did you do it?" Jen said, her face lighting up.

"No…" Sam murmured.

Jen threw her hands in the air with frustration.

"Geez, how hard is it to go tell someone that you like them?" Jen said, gritting her teeth.

"Fine…" Jen smirked. "You don't need to tell him."

"Really?" Sam smiled.

"Yup." Jen smiled back. "But c'mon, you can tell me. I am your best friend." Jen whined.

"I don't like him!" Sam lied.

"Oh my God. No one's listening. Please?" Jen pleaded.

"I don't though!" Sam snapped.

Jen backed off.

"Geez…." Jen glared rubbing the back of her neck.

"I just don't." Sam said as she stiffly walked out with a long sigh.

Jen clicked the off button of the Voice Recorder.

"I guess I didn't need this after all?" Jen sighed, starting to feel a bit like a traitor.

Sam tottered out the door and let herself be swept away by the burning wind and sun. Her legs felt like they were made of metal, but she heaved her way through the ever-sinking sand. The incoming tide wrapped itself around Sam's ankle before releasing her and sprinting back to join the rest of the sea. She took a few steps back and sat down with a great thump. She rested her head on her knee while she wept.

"I can't take this. I hate having to lie. I love him more than anything else in this world but he doesn't…." Sam said covering her face with the palm of her soft tanned hands.

All of a sudden she felt herself being lifted up.

"Jake?" Sam smiled.

But this guy wasn't Jake. He was much more muscular and tall. He didn't have kind Mustang eyes.

"Let me go!" Sam cried,
struggling to free herself from the guy.

The guy who looked very much Jake's age looked around before dragging Sam across the beach.

"Jake! Help!" Sam yelled.

The effort was futile: the guy's hands were already covering Sam's mouth. Sam eyes filled with tears until they were too blurred to see anything. She blinked hoping that the tears would fall, but no tears came.

Did ya like it? Hope so. I know, weird huh. This is what I call "Kidnapping." Maybe shoulda called it "Teenapping instead?

Well review anyways.