Hey guys finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just to mention, if you have already read chapter 3 and just skipped over it then go back to it and re-read it (you don't have to re-read the whole thing if you're desperately lazy but since I haven't UD'ed in ages it would be helpful) because I added to it and made It a longer chapter.

Thanks, enjoy!!!!!

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They had fallen into a routine over the last few weeks. On Mondays after they finished their homework they would watch a movie at Sam's Aunt's apartment and on Tuesdays and Thursdays they would help out at a local stable. Today was a movie day, and Sam was taking a pizza out of the oven while Jake leaned against the counter, reading a book, when the doorbell rang. Sam looked up.

"I'll get it," Jake sighed, put the book down, and walked down the hall towards the door.

Sam peered around the corner at Jake, who stood in front of the doorway with the door opened just a crack in front of him, as a matter of a fact, if she looked a little closer it seemed like the chain slide was still in its holder, that was odd. Sam only had a second to ponder, Jake turned around towards her, mouthing something and motioning wildly with his hands. Sam couldn't decipher it all but one thing in particular registered in her brain.

Flick, he mouthed. He pointed towards the only slightly opened door. Sam's face went white. Jake was motioning for her to go out the back door.

But what about Jake? Would he be able to hold off Flick?

Yes, she decided, better than she would anyway. Sam ran for it. The ground was about three stories below. Sam panicked for a second until she remembered the fire escape, which she traversed in 45 seconds flat. She slipped around the corner of the building, into an alleyway, to wait for Jake. Suddenly Sam heard a sound she recognized.

A gunshot.

Jake.

So, of course, Sam did the stupidest thing she could have done. She ran towards the gunshot. She spun around the corner and ran smack dab into a large figure. He grabbed her and drug her back around the corner of the building and down the alleyway.

"What is wrong with you?" Whispered a familiar voice angrily.

"Jake! Are you okay?whodoyouthinkyou'recallingcrazyhuh?" Sam turned to look at him.

"I'm calling you crazy, if for no other reason than the fact that normal people generally don't run towards gunshots." Sam noticed that Jake was breathing a little heavily.

"Scared?" She asked.

"Yeah, but Flick's got nothing on you in the scare-the-living-begebies-out-of-Jake-department."

"Me?"

"Who else apparently has a secret goal to put themselves in mortal peril at least once a week?"

"OK, now you're exaggerating"

"and there weren't even horses involved this time, what a crock!"

"He's still in there. Do you think he'll come out after us?" Sam queried.

"Flick isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but this is the middle of San Francisco, he's not stupid enough to come out in the middle of a crowded city and start shooting at two teenagers Sam."

Sam's face went paler than a ghost and she pointed towards the balcony of her Aunt's apartment.

"Jake, look behind you."

There stood Flick, holding a gun, standing on the balcony. He began to speak, probably some speech about how if they went quietly then he wouldn't harm them, but Jake shoved Sam down the alley towards the parking lot and they both took off running like their tails were on fire. Jake only glanced back once, when he heard the gun fire, Flick had lifted it to the sky, and then walked resolutely back into the apartment.

They stood, panting, beside Jake's beat up blue truck. Sam looked scared and Jake couldn't take his eyes off her wide brown ones.

Sam gulped. "Jake that was close." He nodded. Suddenly, the silence became tense, Jake could barely breathe, but he still couldn't take his eyes off Sam either.

Sam felt something that was akin to the jealousy she had experienced at the Fisherman's Wharf, or perhaps it was the cause of that jealousy. Then Jake couldn't take it any longer, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a quick kiss either. For what seemed like billions of years, they both leaned into it. But then Jake broke off, shaking his head.

"I'm not- not good for you," he choked out, he stepped back, but his hand still rested on her shoulder, keeping her from turning away. Sam wasn't planning on doing so any time soon though, so it really wasn't necessary. She looked angry. For a moment she stood there, sputtering.

"Jake Ely- Jake whats wro- you're nuts- Not good en-" Then suddenly the realization of rejection took over. She looked down, shaking her shoulder free of Jakes grasp and climed into his truck.

Jake stood there in the parking lot, looking lost.

Ha!!!!!!! you guys should feel lucky!

I think this is the firsttime i have ever left you at a cliffe!!!!!!! (well sorta)

look for the next chappy soon!!!!!!

hope you enjoyed, you know the drill Read and Review!!!!!!!!!!

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