So, how bout that "TERRI FARLEY GOT RENEWED FOR MORE BOOKS AND IT'S
PROBABLY PHANTOM STALLION RELATED" announcement? Anyone else
excited? Just me? Okay…
In honor of potentially getting more content for my comfort series, the reason I
started writing, and half the reason I love horses so much, I'm posting this draft
from…well, sometime before I broke my old computer, so who knows.
I have more where this came from, and do not test me.
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"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, and turned to go on his way.
"Don't make me pin you against the lockers," Sam threatened.
(-Phantom Stallion, The Challenger, I'm pretty sure, I wrote this like 5 years ago)
…
Jake had to just stare at her, like a deer in the headlights. He looked down
at himself and then back at Sam, just to make sure she hadn't grown a couple feet
or anything. Nope, she was still short. He snorted and gave her that little smirk he
knew she secretly liked. "Brat, you're dreamin' if you think you could do that."
Actually, he wondered a little if he himself was dreaming, because even
though the two of them argued plenty, Sam wasn't one to threaten physical force.
Mostly because she was nearly a foot shorter than Jake and lacking at least fifty
pounds. If he wanted to- he didn't want to- he could beat her up in a second.
Sam's eyes narrowed when he said that, and apparently she didn't much like
his tone, because she rolled her sleeves up and attempted to make good on her
threat. Jake hadn't believed she'd ever try to pin him up against anything, and his
height and weight advantages bowed to the element of surprise as she shoved him
back into the lockers.
She looked so mad, but she had to stand on her tiptoes to make any
semblance of eye contact with him. Jake found it hard to take her seriously, but
the scrawny arm pushing on his chest told him he'd better. He forced himself to
look at her. "Fine, what? What is it, Brat?"
"I'm not a brat," she said with a scowl.
Jake chewed his lip a little, but he couldn't help chuckling a little. "You're
not? Really?"
"Jake!" she complained, shoving him a little harder. He could have pushed her
away at any moment, and yet he didn't. He wasn't sure why he wasn't mad at her for
this. "I try to be serious for once, and this is how you react?"
"I think this is the kindest option," he replied delicately, slowly wiggling one
arm out of her grip. Truth be told, he was getting a little flustered, having her
shoved all against him, and he figured laughing at her was better than wanting to
kiss her.
Don't say that, he told himself sternly. He was simply not allowed to think of
Sam in a more-than-friendly way, although that rule realistically only existed inside
his head. They weren't kids anymore! But they were friends, for god's sake,
friends! They'd always been friends, and Jake sure didn't want to be the one to
mess that up.
Even though she was cute.
Even though they felt like two halves of the same person.
Even though he would die for her in a heartbeat.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. "Oh, just lemme go, Brat."
Sam backed off. Jake wasn't quite sure why she decided to listen to him for
once; maybe she was flustered too. In any case, he finally felt like he could
breathe again, aside from that annoying jig the butterflies in his stomach were
dancing.
"So, you gonna listen to me now?" Sam asked teasingly, elbowing him in the
side.
Jake rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sure, Brat. I'm listening."