Ainsley looked up as Calleigh opened the door to the guest room.
"What?" she asked.
"Spill."
"Spill what?"
"About Sam Seaborn."
"He's a democrat who thinks he knows everything."
"I dunno. I think he's pretty cute."
"Do you want him? You can have him."
"I thought you had dibs on him already." Calleigh said nonchalantly. Ainsley rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You two were looking pretty cozy tonight."
"Calleigh..."
"I'd say there's something going on."
"We're friends."
"Mhmm."
"Really Calleigh."
"You do like him though rgiht? This is the democrat who you talk about non-stop?"
"No. There happen to be some very nice guys at the White House."
"Including Sam Seaborn." Calleigh giggled. Ainsley whacked her over the head with a pillow. "Oh come on Ains! You two were about ready to jump each other."
"We were not!"
"You are so clueless. Ask him out."
"No. I don't like him."
"Well he likes you."
"Sam Seaborn does not like me."
"Says who?"
"Says me and him and everyone else in the West Wing."
"Uhuh." Calleigh didn't seem to sure. "But you do have a teensy-weensy crush right?"
"No. I don't like him at all."
"You said you were friends!"
"Leave me alone!" Ainsley moaned. "Go screw your boyfriend or something."
"Maybe I will but we're not through here. I saw the way you looked at him."
"I was being polite."
"You know Daddy is going to flip when he hears you like a democrat right?"
"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" Ainsley yelped. "Leave it at that Calleigh."
"But it's so much fun annoying you!"
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"Meddler!" Tim hissed, pointing a finger at Calleigh.
"I'm not a meddler."
"Yes you are. They don't like each other. So stop forcing it on them."
"Oh men are so clueless! You should've seen the way they were looking at each other. Josh noticed it too."
"Well good for Josh. Maybe you two should start a 'Sam and Ainsley Need To Get Together' group or something."
Calleigh's eyes lit up.
"No. Calleigh, don't even think about it!"
"She's my sister. He's his best friend."
"Calleigh, I swear..."
"Oh it'll be fun!"
"It will not be fun. Besides they're campaigning for the president and she's on vacation. Did you ever think that she took this vacation to get away from him?"
"Oh yes but she decides to come when they're campaigning in Miami and fly down with them. AND sat next to him on the plane."
Over in the next room, Ainsley was rudely taken away from her TV program when her cell phone rang.
"I'm on vacation."
"I know."
"Sam?"
"I'm having trouble writing a speech for the president for tomorrow."
"And?"
"Can you come over to the hotel and help me?"
"You need my help?"
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone."
"Oh I'm gonna tell the world. Where are you staying?"
"Agramonte."
"Uh... okay. I'll be over shortly."
"Okay. And Ainsley?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"It's fine."
"I'm sorry if I woke you."
"It's okay. It's only ten. I'm not sleeping yet. If you let me get off the phone, I can come quicker."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
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Ainsley smiled as she stepped into the Agramonte's lobby and saw Sam standing there.
"Hi."
"Hey. Thanks for coming."
"It's okay. I wasn't doing anything. Just watching a re-run of Friends." Ainsley said. "So you're having trouble huh?"
'No. Not really. I just needed to see you. Now I'm going to act stupid and pretend I don't know how to write so I spend a few more endless hours with you.'
"I sometimes get writer's block." Sam lied.
"Mhmm. So where are we going?"
"Up to my room. I have my laptop set up, to an empty page of nothing."
Ainsley smiled and nodded, following Sam towards the elevators.
