I cannot believe that I am already on chapter eight. I thought this would be a long story, but Now I'm not so sure how many chapter we have left. I might come up w/ some more ideas later tho. So I'm still not sure how long this will be but I do know how long it will turn out to be but I do know how it will end. Sort of. Anywho, I didn't get very many reviews for the last chapter and I know people are reading it. I'd also like to thank those of u who did review. Actually I think I got eight. Which isn't too bad. So keep up the good reviewing! And remember: Never shake a baby!
Disc: And even tho I wish I owned this song I never have been and never will be Trace Adkins.
Chapter Eight
Sam was in the barn with Ace, grooming him, talking to him, enjoying being with the horses she'd missed so badly while she had been away.
"Ace, did you miss me as much as I missed you?" Sam asked while grooming her pony's mane.
Ace snorted and shook his head.
"I'll pretend there was some sort of bug in your ear and that you weren't telling me 'no'" Sam laughed, before moving around to look into her horse's face. "You missed me more than that, right?"
Ace whinnied and bobbed his head up and down; probably to escape Sam's grip, but Sam took it as a 'yes.' "I thought so." Sam kissed his white star on his forehead before going around to comb his tail. "Well, Acey, what are we going to do about-"
"Still talking to your horses, aye, Brat?" Jake's taunting voice floated over to her.
Sam jumped a little. "God, Jake." She said a little breathless. Not because she was surprised, but because that's how Jake made her feel. "Still scaring the heck out of people are you?"
Jake laughed as he walked over to her. Things were different between them; Jake had to consciously remind himself not to wrap his arms around her, even though that's exactly what he wanted to do. But no matter how different things got, Jake was determined to still be able to talk to her and to tease her. "Not 'people.'" He corrected; picking up a brush and beginning to groom Ace's other side. "Just you."
"Hardy har har." Sam said. "You think you're so funny. What are you doing here anyway?"
"Can't I stop to say 'hi' to my friend anymore?" Jake said. He had, in fact, come to see her, because he couldn't get her out of his mind.
"Uh, ok." Sam hesitated. "I guess."
"Well," Jake started. "Me, Jen, and Darrell are all going out to Clara's. She's throwing some thing for teens. And, of course, you're invited."
"Some thing for teens?" Sam asked. She momentarily stopped brushing Ace. He snorted his dislike and shoved her shoulder. "Like a party?" Sam finished, beginning to brush Ace again. He sighed; obviously he liked having two people grooming him at one time.
"Well, yea." Jake said slowly, as if she wasn't to bright; but then he read her mind, as usual. "There won't be any alcohol, if that's what you mean. Most people would be underage anyway."
"Oh." Sam said, lost in his gaze. Then she shook her head. "Sure, I'd love to come." She paused, then continued, "Robby won't be able to come though. He's busy." Sam was lying; she had no idea what Robby was doing tonight, but she knew she didn't want him to come. Sam wanted time alone with her friends.
Jake didn't asked what he was doing; and Sam was grateful. She didn't want to lie to him. "Dani can't come either. One of the thoroughbred's are supposed to foal tonight and she want's to be there."
Sam couldn't help from grinning from ear to ear. Without having to put up with seeing Jake with Dani, she could relax. Sam didn't say anything to that, only put down her grooming brush. Inside though, she was cheering. No Dani! All night! Sam resisted the urge to punch the air in victory. "I'll see you tonight then."
Jake put his brush back too. "Yea. I'll see ya tonight, Sam"
"See ya." Sam said, leading Ace back into his stall before going to visit Tempest. She was sorry she had missed the filly's younger days, so she usually spent a lot of time with her.
Sam's mind was filled with Jake the rest of the day. Even Tempest's eager nudging couldn't distract for than a moment. She thought of a whole evening with him. No Dani, just him. The thought was so wonderful that Sam couldn't keep the squeal of joy inside. She spun around in a circle; arms spread wide; narrowly-missing Tempest. The filly snorted in alarm.
"Sorry, girl." Sam said patting her neck. "Just a little excited." A 'little excited' was an understatement; she was downright giddy. She said goodbye to the filly and her dam, before half running, half skipping, into the house.
She spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the party tonight. She had been ready for an hour when she heard Jen's honk.
"Can I drive?" Sam said, tired of being the passenger. "I promise I won't wreck."
Jen agreed and Sam jumped behind the wheel. True to her word, Sam didn't wreck, but she came close. Multiple times.
Jen flung herself from the car before it had completely stopped. "Sam I think you may be worse than Mrs. Allen."
Sam laughed, not at all offended. She was normally a very careful driver; but tonight she was eager to reach their destination. She put the car in park and climbed out.
They met up with Jake and Darrell and were talking and laughing when Sam's favorite song came on the radio.
Turn it up someAlright boys, this is her favorite song,
You know that right
So if we play it good and loud,
She might get up and dance again.
"I love this song!" Sam squealed. She turned to Jen, "Dance with me."
"What?" Jen exclaimed, "No freakin' way."
Sam ignored the fact that Jen –of all the people- had just said freakin'. Instead, she downed the rest of her drink and pulled Jen onto the dance floor. "Please?" Sam begged, making a puppy dog face.
Jen sighed. "Alright."
Oh, she put her beer down, Here she comes, here she comesLeft, left, left, right, left
Whoo
Sam rolled her hips expertly, having danced to this song all the time. Next to her, Jen was beginning to loosen up, and get the feel of the music.
Jake and Darrell stood where they had left them, completely shocked at what was going on.
Hustler's shootin' eight ballsThrowin' darts at the wall
Feelin' dmn near ten feet tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ole' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out of his chair
Poor ole' boy it ain't his fault,
It's so hard not to stare!
Sam and Jen rolled their hips and didn't seem to notice the shouts and whoops coming from some of the teenage boys. Others just stared.
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like donkey kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son.)
Sam danced in closer to Jake and Darrell. As she moved on by, she turned to see their facial expressions. Jake seemed to be in shock, his eyes never leaving Sam. Darrell was equally shocked, but Sam noted with a hint of satisfaction that his eyes were glued to Jen.
Now honey you can't blame her,For what her Momma gave her
It ain't right to hate her,
For workin' that Money Maker!
Band shuts down at two
But where hangin' out 'til three
Hate to see her go,
But love to watch her leave!
Sam danced a little too close to a man that –despite the fact that there was no alcohol at the party- was a little bit drunk. He reached out to touch her as, but Sam swung away.
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like donkey kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on!
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there, baby.)
Sam was so absorbed in her dancing, that she didn't hear the conversation between her friends.
Darrell managed to tear his eyes away from Jen long enough to whisper in Jake's ear, "Dude, you totally want her."
Jake didn't even turn his gaze away from Sam. "Whatever man, look how you're looking at Jen."
Darrell snorted. "At least I'm single and so is she." His gaze then drifted over to where Jen was dancing next to the same drunken man as Sam had been by a moment before.
Jake kept staring at Sam.
We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start to shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch!
Sam's gaze once again wondered over to where Jake was staring at her. She couldn't keep the smile from her face as she began to roll her hips even more.
Jake's eyes grew wide as he stared. Darrell was right, he totally wanted Sam. He grew angry and jealous if a boy came to close to where Sam was dancing. Luckily he restrained himself from killing the boys; they couldn't help themselves any more than Jake could.
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin perfect rhythm
Make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like donkey kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on!
That honky tonk badonkadonk
The boys' whoops grew louder as Sam and Jen danced their hearts out. The girls with dates glared daggers through them, as their boyfriends completely forgot about their existence to watch Sam and Jen. The single girls burned with jealously at all the attention and whoops and cries that they received.
But they friends didn't care, they were to busy dancing, stealing occasional glances at the men they had come with.
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it right there boys, that's why we do what we do. )
(It ain't for the money,)
(It ain't for the glory,)
(It ain't for the free whiskey,)
(It's for the badonkadonk……)
Breathlessly Sam and Jen fell onto their chairs as the song ended. "That was the best!" Sam panted, her grin large.
It took Jen a minute to answer, when she did it came out in gasps. "Thanks…for making…me…do that…It was awesome!"
After awhile their breathing slowed and their heart returned to a normal rate and they were able to talk normally. "Did you see it!" Sam said excitedly. "Darrell couldn't take his eyes off of you."
Jen laughed. "Sam, I'd think you'd be more excited to know that Jake's eyes were glued to you."
Sam laughed. "I know it and I love it." Tonight has been a blast. No Dani, no problem. Sam thought happily. She glanced at her watch. "Oh, fart! We've got to get home!" It was well past 1:oo in the morning and she had promised her overly protective father to be home sometime between 12:oo-12:30. "You can drive!" she shouted to Jen as they ran out the door.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Jen mumbled as she got behind the wheel. They raced for home without a single goodbye to the guys.
Jake watched them go. Actually, he watched Sam go. He couldn't stop thinking about how good she looked, dancing or even standing still. He turned to Darrell. "Don't say it." He said as soon as Darrell opened his mouth. "I don't want to hear all the mumbo jumbo about her being with Robby, or me being with Dani. Don't even say it."
Darrell's mouth clamped shut. "Fine." He said, "But we all care about Sam. And you better not hurt her."
"Why would I hurt her?" Jake asked. He couldn't imagine doing anything to hurt Sam.
"You wouldn't do it intentionally, but it can be done." Darrell said. Especially when she likes you that much. No one knew he knew that Sam liked Jake. But Darrell wasn't totally blind, he could see what Jake couldn't. And he had overheard a conversation or two.
He also knew his best friend was struggling with his feelings for Sam. He didn't care what he chose as long as he didn't hurt Sammy…Even if it was accidental.
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WARNING: the songfics aren't done. I have at least two more to go. And if u still don't like 'em, then ur just gonna have to put up w/ them. of course, I'm being nice but seriuos at the same time.