Color Me Beautiful
Author: Skittlz-n-comboz
Summary: Life has its ups and downs, and it all starts in High school…
Author's note: I'm glad you guys like the story so much. You'll be happy to know that I am using your ideas and such, so keep 'em coming. They help me write a better story. About Janet and Sam not having cars, and Daniel and Jack having them…it's simple really. Sam and Janet are like me, turned 16 a couple of months ago, just got their licenses, but they don't have a car yet. And Daniel is not the same age as Sam and Janet. So there… I like to go for the not so obvious past. Obviously Sam would've been the smart girl, who was kinda geeky, but not geeky enough to warrant extreme teasing. I think that Sam used to be a kinda girly girl, but when she joined the Air Force, all that kinda went out the window; that and your experiences shape you. So now she has to kinda be one of the guys. So I'm going with the fact that something must have happened to her to make her less 'teenage Sam'. I don't think I can use the hotwiring the car thing, since I already established that Jack was gonna give her rides and such, but I'll think of something equally as rebellious. Janet as Student Body President…hmm…I'll have to think about it.
Lyrics are from my band, so you can't steal them! ::sticks tongue out::
* * * * *
"…But in the meantime,
I need something
To keep me occupied.
So color me beautiful,
Color me in between the lines"
"Captivated", by Crimson Glass
* * * * *
Chapter 5
Ding! Dong!
Right on time. I looked at my clock, as I slid my shoes on. I could hear my Dad moving around downstairs and prayed that he wouldn't answer the door.
"Hello…" I could hear my father say. Crap. I snatched my bag from my chair, and made my way out into the hallway. I could see the door from where I was standing, and Jack looked less that comfortable.
"Who are you?" My dad asked, clearly irritated.
"Jack O'Neill. I'm here to pick up Sam for school." Jack ran a nervous hand through his hair, and then shoved his hands into his pockets.
I skipped the last two steps, and skidded to a halt beside my Dad. "Bye Daddy. I'll see you later." I quickly kissed his cheek, and grabbed Jack's arm, pulling him down the steps and towards his parked car. He got in slowly, and before he started the car, looked past me towards the still open door at my father.
"Is he always like that?" he asked.
"Just with guys I know. If it's one of Mark's friends he's okay with it." I put my seatbelt on, and waited patiently for him to start the car.
"Okay then, I'll have to get to know Mark." He pulled away from the curb, and started down the street.
"Why?" I wasn't looking at him, because I was trying to do something with my hair. Ah, the perils of having long hair.
"So that I can see you more often without the fear of grievous bodily harm." He glanced in my direction, and I had stopped fiddling with my hair.
Okay. Well, Jack O'Neill has a romantic side. I think I kinda like this. But knowing me, I'll screw it up. So I'll have to pay extra attention to what I say and do. "Why do you like me?" Okay, so that one just slipped out. From now on, I'll pay attention to what I say and do.
"Because you're not like the other girls at school. You're different. I mean the first time I saw you I was blown away."
I sat there with a skeptical look on my face. "The first time you saw me? Jack are you okay? Do we need to get you to a doctor?"
He laughed, and pulled into a parking space at Starbucks. "No. I mean it. The other girls at school are so fake, and they don't care anything about the person, just their looks. They're so caught up in being popular, and they don't even realize that that's not what most guys look for." He stopped for a second, and turned his body so that he was completely facing me. "Guys like girls that they can hang out with. That they can joke around with, and have fun with. Sam you're amazing. These last few months I've gotten to know you, and I know you're not the giggling girly girl type; you're smart, and pretty, and goofy," I laughed at that, "and you make me smile. That's why I like you."
Oh wow. Okay. That had to be the most amazing things anyone's ever said to me. I grinned, "I like me too." We both laughed at that as we got out of the car, and made our way into Starbucks.
* * * * *
It was official. I was on cloud nine, and nothing could bring me down. "Oof!" I looked up, and I had run into Julie. The Cheerleader from Hell. "Um…could you please move?" I said, trying to maneuver my way around her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the rest of her 'crew' showed up. Great. Just freakin' great.
"You're Sam Carter right?" she asked me.
I rolled my eyes. "That's what people have been calling me for sixteen years now."
She glared at me, "Cute. Listen now that you and Jack have shacked up—"
"We haven't 'shacked up'." I interrupted.
She sighed heavily, like I was annoying her or something, and just continued. "Now that you and Jack are a couple—"
"We aren't a couple!" I interrupted more fiercely this time.
"Whatever!" she growled at me. "Now that you and Jack are…whatever, you can be one of us."
"Oh goodie! It's what I've always dreamed of." I said sarcastically, still trying to get out of her way.
"Listen blondie! You're going to be one of us whether you like it or not. Or else I can tell Jack your dirty little secret." She had leaned in, and whispered menacingly.
I tried to figure out what she was talking about. "Um…I'm sorry that I'm going to be the one to put an end to your little power trip, but I don't have a dirty little secret"
"I know that, but Jack doesn't. I'm sure we can find something to mar his pretty little picture of you." She grinned evilly.
I gritted my teeth. So that's how she wants to play…"What do you want me to do…" I forced out between clenched teeth.
She smiled sweetly. "Well, my grade in French isn't what I want it to be, and you're going to hack into the school computers and change that."
"Faites-le vous-même" I whispered.
"What was that?" she said angrily.
Okay Sam, maybe that wasn't the best idea. Angry Cheerleader who can potentially ruin your life…or love life. This isn't exactly a situation you want to be in right now. "Nothing." I relented.
"Good. Meet me at the Technology Center at 2:30." She turned to walk away, and the rest of her 'droids' turned to follow her. "Don't be late." She called over her shoulder.
Perfect. There goes my spotless record. I sighed and continued to walk down the hallway.
* * * * *
"Janet what am I going to do?" I murmured through my hands.
"Well we're just going to have to set a trap for her."
I looked up, slightly surprised. "A trap? And how exactly am I going to manage that?"
"Easy. You go to the Technology Center before she gets there and set the computer to send a rather nasty email to our lovely administrators."
"I'm sorry. But I'm not following. How is that going to help my situation?"
Janet grinned mischievously, "You put Julie's name on the email. Oooh, and then we can take her car and move it to the parking lot on the other side of school so she can't leave."
"Janet! When did you become so roguish?" I paused for a second, and then smiled, "I like it. But there's only one problem. How are we going to move her car without her keys?"
"Well…Sam. You're Dad's in the military. And even if that never helped you, Mark is your older brother. Surely someone had to teach you how to hotwire a car."
My smile spread. "That's right! Mark taught me how when I was twelve. We stole Dad's car and went to the movies…Janet you're a genius!"
"I know. Meet me in the Tech Center right after school." She started to walk away.
"Wait Janet! You see Jack next period don't you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Tell him that I don't need a ride today, and that I'll see him tomorrow morning."
"Okay…see you after school." She walked into her classroom, and I smiled victoriously. Julie, you're going down…
* * * * *
"Faites-le vous-même" means "Do it yourself"
hehe. Do you like? I decided to put the prospect of Sam hotwiring the car in there just to make you guys happy. ::grins:: Please review. It gives me ideas and such.
