A/N: Yes, yes. I'm horrible for saying Im gonna update then I don't. Sorry's:) Buuuut, I've have a basic outline for the sequel to A New Day and most of Family Secrets written out. Sooo, I should be updating more, but if im not, it's cause im writing more of the sequel to A New Day, or im loaded with homework or something like that.

Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Terri Farley, and the Ely brothers personalities are the property of Laura (jakesgirl1001). And yes, I've asked her if I could use them.

(See people, if you took the time to ask and respect other's work, you'd get something out of it:) )

Chapter 6

Sam woke up in the morning feeling surprisingly relaxed and comforted, but most of all she felt warm. Her brain registered feeling something heavy across her waist and opened an eye to see a arm there. She began to panic, but quickly quieted as she realized it was just Jake. At that thought, she felt her whole body flush scarlet. She figured she'd probably just invented a new shade of Red. She was in a bed, spooning, with JAKE ELY, Her thoughts screamed at her. She thought she should feel embarrassed, but she felt nothing other than the flush of her body and relaxing comfort of Jake. He was supposed to be her best friend...that she knew, subconsciously, she was adapting feelings for.

Jake felt Sam stir, and moved down to her ear. He was at first floored by the way he had woken up: with a face full of auburn and the smell of vanilla.

"Mornin', Brat." He said with an amused smile at her. Jake felt more happy this morning than any other morning before. He wasn't sure if it was because of Sam, or the fact he had woken up with Sam. It almost didn't feel real; he would never have dreamed that he would find himself in that position before with Sam.

Sam turned towards him, and blushed slightly. "Good morning, yourself." She said, trying to hide the blush by hiding her face in a pillow. She heard Jake chuckle at her. Sam loved the sound of it, and was glad he was able to open up to her.

Just then, a memory hit her like a rock.

'Even that rascal Jake Ely. Anyone who loves you..'

The note. From her mom.

Sam felt the tears slide down her face almost instantly. Shouldn't she feel happy that her Mom had loved her? That, even years beyond her grave, she was still reaching out to her? She had never denied it to anyone how bad she missed her mom at times. Brynna or no Brynna, no one could ever replace her mother.

Jake was at her side instantly, holding her. "Sam, no one will ever replace her. You know that, and wherever she is, she'd want you to be happy."

There he went again, reading her mind, Sam thought.

Jake's mouth twitched at her.

"Damn you and your damned mind-reading," Sam mumbled against his chest. She took comfort there, and also partially because she loved the feel of him holding her.

Jake chuckled at her, trying to cheer her up. "Your aunt said something about not being back 'till 1. Want to go down to the Harbor..?" Jake suggested lightly. In all honestly, it wasn't something he would normally do. But he felt that Sam made him feel more spontaneous. She looked up at him, smiling through red, puffy eyes, and wiped her nose on a tissue from the box on the table by their bed.

"Sounds fun," Sam said, smiling a bit more. She would never say no to spending a day with the man laying next to her.

Sam and Jake walked down the pier silently, lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, Jake stopped, and motioned to one of the benches next to the railing of the pier.

"Sam, I think we need to talk." Jake said simply.

She looked at him nervously, wondering what he was talking about. They both sat down on the bench and stared down at the ocean below them. She heard Jake sigh, turning her head at him and looking at his face.

"Listen, I don't know what you and I are doing right now, but I think we have the time to figure it out. We can talk about it later. I just...I-I hope you realize how much I've missed you. I didn't even realize how much I did myself 'till I came home to you." Jake left off softly, still staring at the blue ocean.

Sam didn't say anything at first. She understood what he meant. The absence she felt when he had left was something she didn't want to experience again. The different thoughts raced through her head at once. She still stared at him, the happiness bubbling up in her.

Jake took it wrong, and his face immediately shuttered and went blank. He began to get up when Sam finally had control over her head.

"Jake, wait!" She called, popping up and running towards his retreating figure. He turned around just as she jumped at him, her arms going around his waist.

"You don't understand" Sam began, taking a deep breath and hiding her face in his chest. "I missed you so much while you were gone.. I grew up a lot, but I missed my partner in crime. You don't understand what it means to me that you've come here with me. Without you being here with my aunt and this note from my mom and- " She was quickly cut off with the feel of his lips against her own.

She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, and felt his tongue against her lips. Sam, readily answering, opened her mouth. Sam wasn't sure how long it had been, but pulled away and took a ragged breath, resting her head on Jake's chest as he tightened his arms around her.

"That was different," Sam said breathlessly, feeling happy enough to giggle. Jake didn't say anything, but gave her a small smile.

Neither of them knew where this was going to go between them, but they knew they didn't want it to stop.

Jake and Sam made their way down the pier again. Except for the fact that this time, they were both holding hands. Sam felt elated and on top of the world; it seemed as if all of the little pieces in her puzzle of life were finally beginning to fit together.

Sam heard Jake snort. She sighed in exasperation at him. There was the Jake she knew.

"You almost ready to go back?" Jake asked.

Sam smiled at him and nodded. It was getting close to one and she wanted to go with her aunt the the English riding stable she supposedly now worked at. They made their way back down the pier and stopped at a small dessert place to get ice cream and an upside-down cake. Sam looked down at her cake with a thoughtful expression, before saying, "Nope. Still not as good as Clara's"

Jake laughed, his eye's crinkling and his dimple showing. Sam was even happier that he seemed to be more open. Jake offered her a lick of his chocolate ice cream, and had a hard time focusing as she took a few licks around the edges and moaned. He almost groaned at the effort not to moan along with her at the sight of her soft pink tongue licking up the undeserving dessert. After their ice cream, Sam flagged down a cab for them to take them back to her Aunt Sue's apartment.

They walked up the stairs and Sam took out the key, which her aunt had given her. She turned the lock and opened the door, letting herself and Jake walk through the door. "Want to watch a movie?" Sam asked, smiling a bit.

Jake gave her a small smile, "Sure. Go pick out something and I'll make us some popcorn."

She grinned at him, bouncing off into the living room and checking out the Movies On-Demand. There were a few good Horror films, a "Chick Flick" as Jake's brothers had called a romantic comedy once, and a couple Thrillers. Feeling gutsy, Sam chose one of the Horror movies and ran into her and Jake's room, grabbing a few pillows and hopping back onto the couch.

A few minutes later, Jake walked out with a huge bowl of popcorn and some nachos. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Since when are Nachos the ideal movie food?" Jake's mouth twitched. "Since now,"

She snorted and made rooms for him on the couch. He laid down sideways, pressed up against the back of the couch, and Sam was in front of him, with his arm around her, and her back pressed tightly against his chest. The popcorn was right in front of her and Jake's nachos were balanced on the armrest of the couch.

The opening credits started, and it showed someone taking a bodybag out of a house that had clearly held a murder inside of it. Things were messed up everywhere, and there was a house phone laying on the ground of a bedroom that looked like it had belonged to a child.

The officer was talking to another officer about how the mysterious serial killer who had killed 3 other babysitters in the past 2 months. The title of the movie appeared on the screen, "When A Stranger Calls"

As it showed the teenage girl babysitting in the huge mansion, getting the first phone call, Sam was immediately suspicious.

"I bet that's the Stranger," Sam foretold. Jake snorted at her. "No way," He said sarcastically. Sam swatted him and looked back towards the movie. The movie went on, and the babysitter had been leaning her head up against the glass to the indoor pond when the misters suddenly made a noise and turned on. The girl on the screen jumped, and Sam screamed.

"Is she melting or something?" Jake murmured with humor after Sam recovered.

"Har Har," Sam whispered back to him.

A while later, Jake could feel Sam shaking in front of him. The babysitter, Jill, was in the upstairs bathroom, and had was trying to get the Stranger to talk.

"If it's not to talk, what do you WANT?" Jill screamed into the phone.

"Your blood.. ..all over me," said the Stranger.

Jill gasped, and threw down the phone, running into the bathroom. A second later, the phone rang.

"Stop calling me you sick, twisted-"

"Jill? Jill! We traced the call," Officer Burrows said. "Jill, it's coming from inside the house! You need to get out NOW!"

Jill turned around, and saw Tiffany's dead body on the floor. Sam screamed and dug her face into Jake's chest.

"Too scary for you?" Jake said quietly. He felt Sam shake her head, slowly turning it back around.

When Jake saw Sam freak out like that, He knew his plan was ingenious.

A/N: I'm Horrible.. I suck.. Blah..Blah.. I know, I apologize:)

I'll see when I can type up Chapter 7!