Thanks for the reviews! I decided to make a quick update since I was gone so long. It's the least you guys deserve! Just do me a favor and keep reviewing! I love getting lots of them :) it makes me want to write more! Oh and I put photos on my profile for how I picture most of the people in this story, there also should be some of the dress :D Anyway I'll leave you with this (eh-hem): REVIEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!
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Sam hurried downstairs; she had spent too much time in the bathroom trying to get her puffy red eyes to go away. With a quick call to Cammie and a few hundred aggravating attempts later she had managed to come out looking ok and decent. But now she had ten minutes before she had to leave and still hadn't eaten--not that she was really that hungry.

Gram came bustling into the kitchen after Sam. She had a worried frown on her face and Sam thought for a moment that Gram had figured it all out; she was slightly relieved to see that she hadn't.

"Sam, I don't think I can go today. Trudy and Helen need help setting up for the Barbeque at the Slocum's this weekend."

"Oh," relief flooded through her, hopefully now she wouldn't have to go. "That's ok Gram we can just go to the mall here sometime this week."

"No honey! Oh, no you can still go! I just can't go with you!" Gram grabbed her purse and gave Sam a hug. She smiled and patted her cheek. "Have fun. I'll see you when you get home. I already called Violette she's having someone pick you up."

Sam waited till Gram had left before sinking in the kitchen chair. This was a joke. All her hopes had been crushed, so badly she wanted to get out of shopping with Violette but that didn't happen and now she was probably being picked up by a limo. Fan-freaking-tastic.

She checked her watch, deciding to run upstairs to check her make up one more time. She definitely didn't want her stress to show through to Violette or this trip would be worse than it already was going to be. She stared at herself for a while; she wasn't going to deny that she looked good, like really good. She could remember not too long ago she had no clue what mascara was and found skirts as some kind of torture device. Yet here she stood, her makeup not only done--but done by herself, a pretty causal flowing cream skirt that fell to her knees, a pretty little pink cami, with a big brown baggy belt loosely resting on her hips. Country chic, a word she would have never thought could apply to her.

"Look at you sexy."

Sam spun to see Violette leaning on the door frame smiling an all too knowing smile. "Admiring the view?"

"I was just-"

Violette pushed off the door frame waving Sam off. "Hun, I get it. Seriously half of my life is spent looking at myself."

Sam rolled her eyes; the sad part was that she could actually believe that. "And reading about yourself don't forget that."

Violette smirked and sat down on the chair next to Sam. "What can I say? No one else is worth my time."

Sam grabbed some sheer lip gloss and ignored Violette's stare.

"You know Samantha, you really do look good." Violette finally said.

Sam was shocked, this was a huge--scratch that major compliment coming from Violette who always gave her a hard time. "Uh, thanks?"

Violette stood from her chair and brushed Sam's hair back; she had actually straightened it which was a miracle. "Seriously. I'm actually kind of jealous."

Sam sputtered. "Of me?!"

Violette shrugged still staring at Sam, it was unnerving to see her so serious. "Why wouldn't I be? You're mega talented; everyone loves you, and are absolutely gorgeous. You're even making me want to stare at myself a little less. Face it you are perfect."

Sam felt weird about this. Violette was suppose to be the thorn in her side, the evil spawn of Satan, and yet she was here throwing out compliment after compliment and touching her hair. Definitely weird. "I'm not perfect, a lot of people actually dislike me very much, and so what? I put on a little makeup wear some actual girl clothes and now I'm gorgeous? Violette seriously you need to start staring at yourself more again."

Violette sighed and rolled her eyes. "And so humble. Keep acting like that Sam and I might go Tila Tequila on you."

"Who's that?"

Violette laughed putting her bitch look back on. "Come on country bumpkin. We gotta get going. Oh and kick off the flip-flops I got some shoes for you in the car."

She left leaving Sam frightened of what awaited her.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Of course there had to be a limo. Despite what Violette had said she wore her flip-flops. She thanked the driver who held the door for her and slid in next to Violette.

"Oh, Jen called me--poor darling--her parents said she couldn't miss school today. So it's just me and you!" Violette informed Sam as the limo turned in the opposite direction of Gold Dust.

Great.

"Here put these on." Violette handed her a pair of brown leather sandals with a wedge heel about three inches high.

"Hell no." Sam didn't even touch them.

"Come on cowgirl up! They even match your outfit, my amazing intellect told me to bring these instead of the black stilettos Cammie had out for you."

"Cammie knows I hate stilettos."

"Ok so maybe it was the other way around, big deal! Just put them on!"

"Do you want me to die?" Sam asked eyeballing the evil shoes.

Violette rolled her eyes. "That's part of the plan." She huffed and shoved them towards Sam again. "You're testing my patience. Please put them on."

"Did you just say please?"

"Sam-"

Sam grabbed the shoes in surrender; she supposed Violette deserved a treat after using the 'p' word. "Fine. I'm not going to like it though."

"Good that means you are becoming fashionable."

Sam smiled. Sure Violette was sarcastic, evil, manipulative, and annoying but she kind of grew on you, and today Sam discovered that deep down inside there is some niceness in Violette, it just takes a lot of work to get to the good stuff inside--like a tootsie pop.

x-x-x-x

Glamorous lifestyle wasn't something Sam was interested in--but she couldn't deny how awesome it was to fly in a private jet. The chairs were comfy leather, she had arm and leg room, nobody else was on the plane meaning they had everything to themselves, and the food was pretty good. Sam kind of felt bad for having a good time after all that had happened with Jake and the fact the Jen had been left out.

But it was still pretty freaking awesome.

She wasn't sure how long the flight was but it felt awfully short; like a trip to Phil's from her house--but instead this was a flight to L.A.

"Put your sunglasses on hun," Violette told her putting on her own big black shades. Sam pulled out her aviators and managed to poke herself in the eye before getting them on. She didn't need to see Violette's eyes to know that she was rolling them. They had landed at LAX since the usual private runway had construction going on there. So they made their way slowly through the crowds, people pointed at her and Violette but she didn't seem to notice like Sam did.

Paparazzi stood outside of the security check-points surely waiting to get a shot of some A-list celeb coming in or out. Sam couldn't imagine a more pathetic life. One of them saw her and Violette and began to snap some shots, Sam tried to ignore them like Violette but she found it difficult once others began to join, the clicks of their cameras reminding her of cicadas.

"Excuse me," Violette grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her through the wall of photographers who were yelling at them to look this way or that. She wasn't surprised to see there was a car waiting for them already, she was kind of thankful it wasn't another limo although it would have fit in better here than it did in Nevada.

"Is that Johnny Depp?" Sam stopped and began to pull her sunglasses off but Violette grabbed her arm once again dragging her into the car.

"Hey!"

"Sam it's crunch time, we need to focus. Dress. Think only of the dress."

She supposed this was Violette in shop mode...it was scary. "But that was Johnny Depp! The Johnny Depp! Like Pirates of the-"

"Honey, I know who Johnny Depp is."

"Do you know how bad I want to meet him?!" Sam asked incredulously.

"Sweets, no longer do you want to meet people ok? People want to meet you."

"Why would they want to do that?"

Violette laughed humorlessly. "It's almost cute how naive you are."

Sam hated it when she did that. The car stopped. Violette dragged Sam out of the car behind her a huge smile on her face. "It is so good to see civilization again. And stores, actual stores!"

Violette didn't give Sam time to be offended because she already began dragging her into their first store.

Sam felt like she was a Barbie doll on a leash. Violette dragged her from store to store making her try on dress after dress and if she decided she didn't like it, well then it went back on the rack, despite whether or now Sam liked it. It hadn't occurred to Sam to check the prices of the dresses and she nearly fainted when she saw the price of a green dress she was putting on, one that she had actually gotten to pick.

She felt sick as she stepped out of the dressing room. Violette peeked over her magazine. "No."

"Um, Violette? Can we go to Kohl's or something? I-I can't-"

Violette stood up shocked, she walked over to Sam and slapped her across the face lightly but it still stung.

"Ow! What the-"

"Kohl's?" Violette shuddered. "You are in a dress by her majesty Vera Wang and you suggest Kohl's?" She seemed aghast.

"There is nothing wrong with-"

"I forgive you Sam. Now go try on the next one."

Sam started getting annoyed. "I can't afford these!" She hissed.

The light bulb clicked in Violette's head and she laughed. "Is that what you are worried about? Hun, I got this."

"I can't let you-"

"Shut up before I slap you again." She shoved Sam back into the dressing room where Sam carried out her self torture.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Sam's feet were killing her, she was exhausted, and she really wanted to slap the next person who came up asking for a photo or autograph. But she had finally found a dress. An adorable, sweet little dress that didn't suffocate her and that didn't cost more than a house. Violette seemed to forget this was a high school homecoming...not a cocktail party. She fought with her. Violette picked out a short tight red dress that had hugged every curve and that Sam couldn't walk in, she said she looked dead sexy, Sam said she looked like a whore. Violette bought it for her anyway saying it looked too good to not to.

Finally she had won her battle though getting her black and white strapless dress with a cute little relaxed pink bow in the middle. Its skirt wasn't the tight slim one like Violette had picked but instead was slightly puffy. Sam had felt elegant and young in it, just like you should for homecoming.

Dress problem was solved...now if only she could solve that boy problem that awaited her back home.

I feel like I'm writing an episode of Degrassi...Nevada style! :D Review! :)