A/N: Oh my god! Crazy, right? It's actually a NEW CHAPTER!

My crazy summer started out, well, crazy, and tonight I was worn out and decided to re-read my stories. This was like Jesus shining down on my keyboard and clearing my writers block! So, Here ya go, guys!:]

*revised as of 10/28/14*

Chapter 10

Sam and Jake stood in the kitchen, assembling lasagna, staring at Jake's brothers. What the heck? Sam also noticed bags in their hands, as in, travelling bags. She instantly understood.

"Oh, no. NO. Your are not going to stay in my Aunts apartment and trashing it completely and watching your stupid The Closer show and eating all of our food and annoying me and putting stuff in my hair when I'm asleep like you did when I was nine and-"

Bryan and Nate were cracking up at her outburst while Jake chuckled at her, smiling. Quinn look at her with amusement. "Geez, Sammy, that was one hell of a run-on sentence. If Mrs. Barnett heard that, I think she'd have a heart attack and keel over." Quinn shook his head in mock sadness. Like he hadn't tried giving that poor English teacher living hell the whole four years he was at Darton High.

Sam huffed at him and turned back to the lasagna, completely ignoring the four idiot brothers. She heard snickering from beside her yet still refused to look and/or acknowledge her stupid brothers/ kind-boyfriend.

"Aww, Little Sammy giving us the silent treatment?" Quinn teased and poked Sammy in the side. Sam turned to him and stuck out her tongue.

"Little Sammy's gonna beat you up, there, Quinn," Bryan pointed out. As Quinn looked at Bryan while he said that, Sam slugged him in the stomach, meat-sauce and all.

The guys cracked up and Nate obediently gave Jake a 10$ bill. Jake grinned at Bryan cockily. Her jaw dropping, Sam put her hands on her hips and stared Jake down. "Were you two betting on my violent nature again?"

Nate and Jake cast sideways glances at each other as Bryan's snorting and Quinn's dramatic groans of pain could be heard on the ground. "You said it, not me!" Quinn exclaimed, while the other three hooted and hollered.

Sam rolled her eyes at all four brothers and motioned them over. "If you guys are going to be idiots, at least give me a break and set the lasagna layers. I'll even show you how," Sam asked. Er… rolled his eyes and sighed as dramatically as possible. "Thanks for your never-ending kindness, O Loving Small Sister," he sarcastically threw at her.

In answer, Sam flicked at piece of cheese at his head (which was a direct hit, send the guys into chuckles again) and pointed at the glass pan that had the bottom layer of lasagna. After she and Quinn (half-heartedly) apologized to each other, Sam showed them how to put on the layers. Once they were able to work at a steady place without flicking meat-sauce at each other, Sam grabbed a Coke from the fridge and leaned on the other side of the counter, drinking her beverage right in front of them.

Quinn pouted as he layered Ricotta cheese on the pasta layer. "Sammy, if you loved me.."

"If you finish that statement, I'll slug you again," Sam warned, pointing her Coke towards him for effect. It worked.

Quinn stuck his lip out and pouted at her while Bryan and Nate rolled their eyes. Jake just smiled at Sam and continued his work silently. Smiling, Sam ran off to her and Jake's bedroom tossing out a quick, "Be right back!"

Bryan turned and eyed Jake carefully. "What's goin' on with you and Sammy, Jake?" he questioned. Jake shrugged innocently. He didn't even know what was going on between him and Sam, really. He knew he was attracted to her, and he wanted to explore the young woman she'd become while he'd been away. Of course, he had no intention to tell any of his brothers that.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bryan snorted and looked like he was going to say something else, but just then Sam came bounding out of the living room, her camera in her hands, yelling out "CHEESE!". She snapped the picture just as the four of them looked up, splattered in cheese and meat-sauce.

Sam laughed, grinning excitedly. "That picture's gonna rock." She stated boldly. The guys laughed at her and Jake gave her a soft smile. Bryan noticed, murmuring, "I think I know, Jakey."

Jake looked from Sam to Bryan and shrugged, still smiling. He might not admit it,but he certainly wouldn't deny it.

Sam grinned at the guys again. "Jake? Bryan? Nate? Would you guys like a Coke for your hard, terrible, physical labor?" She asked sweetly from the fridge. All three said yes and Quinn looked at her like she'd killed his puppy.

"Sammy, I have obviously outdone these poor excuses for laborers. And looked cute while doing it," he winked at her. Sam rolled her eyes at him.

"That's bull. But I guess I'll take pity on you. Quinn, would you like a hard-earned Coke?"

He waved her off. "Nah," and proceeded to drink down the rest of her can in less than 10 seconds. His brothers and Sam stared at the display. He rubbed his muscular stomach afterwards and grinned at Sam. "It tasted better, 'cause it was yours and all."

Shaking her head, Sam laughed at Quinn and put the tin foil over her lasagna, sticking it in the oven. "Quinn Ely, you're insane."

"Only about you, Sammy!" Quinn yelled as he walked towards the hallway bathroom.

Nate and Bryan laughed, but Sam saw Jake frown before he blanked out his face. Sam smiled and sighed, walking up to him. She motioned his head down and whispered in his ear, "I'm insane about you, Jake," she told him with a smile. Jake's smile took over his face and answered hers. She wanted to continue this conversation with Jake, but knew it would have to wait until the two were alone.

Quinn ran full-speed out of the bathroom and jumped (over the armrest) onto the couch, stretching out comfortably. "Time for The Closer, guys!"

Sam rolled her eyes and laughed at her psycho-neurotic brother, and followed all the guys into the living room, clutching Jake's hand.

A/N: Sweet! I will remind you, I'm writing/finishing this at 12 in the AM, and I'm prolly not very coherent at the moment. Just a warning;) but it DID feel great to write again, and I have a pretty good idea what track this train-wreck of a story is going to be on. Bear with me!

Coco:);)