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Ch 2

It had been several days and the trip was going well, they had arrived safely at Anne's family holiday house and were now in the swing of being on holidays. Even Sam, who had sworn to herself she was not going to have a good time, was enjoying herself. However today she was in her own little world, thinking back to something Anne had said to her earlier.

As they sat on the double bed in their room Anne suddenly broached a subject that came totally out of left field for Sam, "Martin has a thing for you," she stated.

"Martin?" Questioned Sam, "As in the same Martin who nicked off with my ipod, stole my pillow and threw me in the lake…and that is just what he has done this week!" She replied, "I think you have your wires crossed sister, he hates me- and I hate him!"

"That's all an attempt to get your attention, I thought you were the guy-expert between us," she said poking her tongue out at her friend, "And you do not hate him…you think he's hot- I saw you checking him out earlier."

"I did not!" Sam screamed back, trying in vain to cover the grin that was tingling at her lips as she threw a pillow at the other girl, "and besides he doesn't have a thing for me."

"Sam he was practically drooling when he saw you at the pool party, has been tripping over himself to help you all week and nearly flattened Tom when he started to trying to touch you last night."

Thinking back now, she had checked him out and liked what she saw. In all honesty she had never thought about Martin in any way apart from him being Danny's friend and Anne's cousin- but since he picked her up and threw her into the lake the previous day she hadn't been able to get her mind off him. And thinking about it now, Anne was right, he had been really nice to her all week, first he carried her bags in from the car, then he helped her do the dishes when it was her turn and finally the other day he had gotten Tom away from her when he was drunk and acting weird.

Shutting her eyes she thought back to the days spent on the lake, her mind tangled itself in memories of his muscular body as he ran along the jetty and his smile and laugh as he jumped into the water after throwing her in. She thought over and over again about the way his hand had slid around her waist, brushing against the skin just above her bather bottoms as they continued their water fight.

"Hey," Martin interrupted her thoughts, "The others are heading down to the lake…you ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine…" Sam muttered, running a hand through her hair as she collected her thoughts.

"So, you going to come down to the lake?" He asked again as he watched her cheeks flush.

"Um, no I think I'll pass- not feeling too great," she lied, "Besides, it's like ten o'clock."

"Yeah they said something about a midnight walk to sober Tom up…sure you won't come?" he asked again, hoping for a more positive answer.

"No, its ok, I'll just hang out here till you guys get back," she smiled back.

"You can't stay here alone," interrupted Anne, "Martin, you stay here with her." She instructed, oblivious to the fact that the exact reason Sam wasn't going was to give her mind a chance to get off him.

"No seriously," she protested, "I'll be fine."

"It's ok," Martin said as he sat down on the couch next to her, "I wasn't really all that into going anyway." Secretly thanking Anne, for giving him an excuse to have some alone-time with Sam, away from her brother and his other mates.