a/n: I'm in rehab for addiction to author's notes. Hey but what can I say! It's my own little conveniet way of comunicating with you guys xD
If you read please review! :) Thanks kiddies. Hope you are liking it so far. Also if you're a new reader of mine be sure to check out my other PS story 'Best Kept Secret' oh and if you like Twilight then my 'Monsters from My Past' :D
Important! Wyatt is not married to Bryanna in this story! I hope that doesn't make any of you mad...if so -gulp- sorry!
Sam went back to the house to get something for her hand. A painkiller was most preferable. She searched the medicine cabinet finding some Motrin. She struggled with the child proof lid and slammed it down in frustration when she couldn't get it.
"Having trouble Brat?" Jake asked by the door. Sam glared at him then sighed at the bottle.
"These child proof lids are impossible…" she muttered struggling with it again. Jake came over and took it out of her hand popping it open and setting it back down on the counter.
"Impossible?" He asked grinning. Sam just rolled her eyes and swallowed down two. The phone rang and she went to answer it.
"River Bend Ranch Samantha speaking," she answered formally and Jake snickered at her.
"Sam!" Jen greeted on the other side of the phone.
"Oh hi Mrs. Ely," Sam teased.
"Jake aggravating you again?" Jen asked giggling.
"Tell Jake to come home right away? Ok…" Sam screeched when Jake took the phone out of her hand and held it up so she couldn't reach it.
"Hi Jennifer," he said into the phone.
"Hi Jake…" she sighed. "Can I talk to Sam please?"
"Talk to us both Kentworthy," he said turning it on speaker phone.
"Say hi to Jen, Sam." Jake teased but Jen laughed on the other end of the phone.
"You know one day I can't wait till it really is your mom Jake," Jen said. "Sam you really need something new to get rid of him," she said not caring that Jake was listening.
"What's up Jen?" Sam asked ignoring her question and Jake's smirk.
"You'll never guess!" Jen squeaked.
"No probably not so tell me," Sam said.
"Violette Lee is returning to Nevada to shoot another movie!" Jen squealed.
"Yay," Sam faked excitement.
"Wait you don't think that's cool?" Jen asked.
"No not really. She was a brat," Sam answered but regretted it when Jake started laughing.
"Oh well then I guess you wouldn't be interested in the fact that they are having…open casting calls!" Jen yelled out the last part and squealed some more.
"Wee," she replied un-amused.
"Looking for girls 16-18—" Jen continued reading the casting information but Sam couldn't understand her. "Oh Sam this is perfect! We should totally try out," she finished.
"Yeah right…" Jake snorted Sam glared at him.
"Why not?" She asked.
"That's the spirit Sam! I'll talk to you later mom's giving me 'the eye'!" Jen hung up the phone and Sam just realized that Jen thought she committed.
"Darn it Ely!" Sam yelled sitting at the table across from him.
"What? Me? I didn't do anything!" He said innocently. Sam sighed then glared at him again.
"What did you mean by 'yeah right'?" She asked again. Jake shrugged.
"Doesn't really seem like you is all," he said as Gram came into the kitchen.
"What doesn't seem like whom?" She asked dumping the remainders of Sam's lamp into the trash can.
"Sam auditioning for a movie," Jake answered causing Sam to glare at him yet again.
"Keep glaring and your eyes will be stuck like that," Jake warned. Sam just exaggerated her glare even more.
"Movie? What are you talking about?" Gram asked placing a plate of cookies in front of them and giving them both a glass of milk.
Sam told Gram everything Jen had said. By the time she was done Gram was smiling ear to ear.
"That would be so fun!" She said excitedly her eyes glittering.
"I'm not doing it…" Sam muttered making Gram frown. Jake just bit into a cookie and watched the events unfold in front of him.
"Why not?" Gram asked.
"Because one: I can't stand Violette. Two: like Jake said…it's just not me," Sam said not believing that she actually agreed with Jake on something. Jake must have been thinking the same thing because he choked on his cookie.
"Chew Jake," Sam said sarcastically.
"You should still just try it…I mean its right here in Nevada!" Gram said a twinkle coming back to her eye.
"I don't know…" she trailed off when her Gram started frowning more.
"For me?" Gram asked pouting like a kid making Sam laugh.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked looking at her pouting grandma. Gram only nodded her head. Sam let out an exasperated sigh.
"Fine…" she mumbled biting into a cookie of her own. Gram got up and gave her a hug.
"It'll be fun really! Now I'm going to call around and see if anyone has anymore information on it!" Gram said heading to the phone. "Why don't you kids go…do whatever it is you kids do...oh but no riding Sam!" Gram said dialing something on the phone. Sam groaned and rinsed her and Jake's cup out in the sink before following Jake out front.
"So what do you want to do?" Sam asked following Jake to his truck.
"My mom wants me remember?" Jake sneered making Sam roll her eyes.
"Please Jake take a joke would ya?" She said.
Jake sighed. "Get in I have to go to the feed store," he said climbing in the truck. Sam smiled and jumped in.
Sam studied her hand again as they drove. "So how long will lefty be out for?" She asked.
Jake shrugged. "Not long…you should be able to take the bandage off tonight."
"Then can I use it like…usual?" Sam asked carefully. Jake scrunched his eyes wondering what she meant by her question but nodded.
"Yeah—it might be a little sore though," he said then spared a glance at her.
"Is it about this audition thing?" he asked.
"No…" Sam answered.
"Are you really doing that?" he asked her. Sam was surprised by all the questions but sighed.
"I guess…I already told Gram I would," she said playing with the bandage on her hand.
"You know your Gram won't make you do anything you don't want to…" Jake said trailing off.
"Do you not want me to do it?" Sam asked.
"I don't care…" Jake lied.
"Then why are you all worried about it?" She asked.
"Just want to make sure you're not doing anything you don't want to do…" he answered. Sam snorted.
"Thanks dad…" she said.
Jake grimaced. That was the last thing he wanted Sam to think of him as.