Horseluvr101, Harley97 and boom-chicka-wah-wah gave me great ideas for the story/Sam and Jake so thank you.  I will try to use them within the next couple chapters, but if I don't use them, than thanks for the ideas!

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Sam sat in the window seat of the small plane, looking out the window at the darkening sky. Stars had started to come out, but they still had a couple hours till they got there. Jake was sitting to the left of her, with his head in his hand, leaning on the arm of the chair.

A movie was playing in front of them, but neither one took notice of it. The few other important people on the plane were staring rudely at Sam, and when she looked their way, they hastily looked out the window as if nothing had happened.

Sam sighed loudly and put her hands in her lap and her head against the window, closing her eyes briefly. She felt a big, warm hand take her's. She opened her eyes, jerking her hand away. She saw Jake's hand, and put her's back.

"Sorry." She said, replacing her hands.

"Your hands are cold." He said, picking them back up.

She put them in fists, not saying anything, looking out the window again.

"Sam, I'm gonna be there with you, so don't be nervous." Jake said.

"I'm not nervous!" Sam said quickly, turning to look away.

"Ok," he said, leaning back on the chair.

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to sleep. Jake sighed and eventually fell asleep too.

Two hours later he woke up and looked out the window. It was dark outside and his watch told him that it was 10:30 at night. They were also landing and as the ground sped towards them, the lights of the airport became a blur, and with an unpleasant bump, Sam woke up to the airplane landing.

When they got off the plane a limo was waiting for them and Charlie was sitting in the front seat. The seats were leather and there was a divider between the front seat and the back, so no one could see what was going on either side.

Sam sat on the opposite side than Jake, and leaned against the door, staring blankly out the window.

I'm not nervous. I just don't want to talk. I don't want anything to change. This is so stupid and it's affecting everyone's life.

They drove up to a huge circular driveway surrounded by perfectly green cut grass. There was a fountain in the center of the driveway and people taking pictures who were surrounding the car. About the length of a football field away there was a white fence (though it was hard to tell) that had a huge brown barn attached to it. There were horses galloping in the perfectly mowed fields, neighing at the excitement in the driveway. Charlie opened the door to the limo and brought her and Jake up to the front marble steps. He tried to block them from the crowds of people, but it didn't work. At the first step someone tried to turn Sam around to take her picture and she tripped over the step. One of the cameramen caught her and grinned, snapping her picture.

Some more people took pictures and it took them another ten minutes just to get up the stairs. They opened the door to the mansion and walked in, closing it behind them.

"Welcome to New Zealand, Princess." Said a voice.

The three of them turned around to see a tall, blond very sparkly looking woman in her mid thirties walking toward them.

"I am Catherine, I was your mother's friend before she went and met your father and married him. When she went to live on the ranch I stayed here, but as I am not the rightful heir, it is now your turn to take my place." She smiled warmly, "Who are you?" She said, turning to Jake.

"Um, I'm Sam's friend, Jake Ely." He extended his hand.

Catherine shook it and turned to Sam again. "There are plenty of rooms, this mansion runs on for over the size of the average known airport. There are countless bedrooms, ballrooms, kitchens, and so much more. I still get lost every day. Now, are you planning on having Jake stay in your room?" She asked, winking.

"Oh, no, it's not like that. Could we have separate rooms, but not to far from each other please?" Sam asked.

"Of course dear, let me get someone to take your bags." She called, "Amy!" And a girl with strawberry blond hair who was slightly plump came over.

"Yes m'mam?"

"Could you show Samantha and Jake to their rooms so I can get Jerome to take their bags?"

"That's ok, I only have one bag." Sam said.

"You only have one- goodness gracious my dear, we'll have to go shopping wont we? Are you sure that you and Jake wont be sharing a room?"

"Yes I'm sure." Sam picked up her bag and followed Amy, with Jake behind her.

They walked up a set of stairs and into an elevator, then left the elevator and down a hall and then they came to a huge bedroom with dark wood, polished floors and matching furniture with a huge four-poster bed in the middle. There was a bathroom to the side the size of Sam's room at home.

"This is your room, Princess." Said Amy.

"Thanks, you can call me Sam." Sam said, dropping her bad in front of the couch facing the TV.

"If you'd just follow me to Jake's room Prin- Sam," Amy said smiling.

They went out and to the room down the hall. It was smaller than Sam's, but it was still huge. There was a smaller bathroom but that was huge too. There was less furniture also.

Jake dropped his stuff.

"Bye." Sam said, leaving and closing the door behind her.

Sam changed into Pajamas and turned out the lights. She lay in bed for another hour, not getting to sleep. She stared out the window at the stars. There was no one left on the front lawn, trying to take pictures and she looked at her watch.

What's today anyway? She asked herself, seeing on her watch that it was Friday, June 29th. It was also 1 o'clock.
She got out of bed and went to the huge window bench. It was pitch black outside and only the stars could be seen, shining on the mountains far, far away.

She curled up and close her eyes, wishing that none of this had happened and that Jake wouldn't have to feel so awkward here. Then out of nowhere she felt tears sliding down her face, landing on her t-shirt.

She got up and tiptoed to the door. She opened it and looked out into the hall. It was completely empty and dark except for a few lights plugged into outlets every few yards. She closed the door behind her and made her way to Jake's room. He was asleep, but as Sam felt the wetness of her shirt on her skin from the tears, she reminded herself why she had come her in the first place. She sat on his bed. "Jake." She whispered. He stirred.

"Sam-what are you doing?" He asked when she slid under the covers at the far away end of the bed, grabbing one of the many pillows. Then he saw the light reflect off her tear-streaked face. "Oh Sam," he hugged her as she lay down.

"I'm fine." Sam said, turning away and pulling up the blanket. She felt a hand on her lower arm and knew it was Jake, but she tried to ignore it, even though it stayed there.

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