a/n: Ok so I was going to have something important happen in this chapter but then I just started having to much fun. xD
So this chapter will either make you laugh or eat me because you feel it's a waste of space. haha. hopeful for the first one...
But I promise I'll start getting into the plot next chapter! :)

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"I still think Ford's are better than Chevy's…" Sam argued with Jake. People would laugh when they got in a debate about which was a better truck. Jake grimaced and shook his head.

"I have to disagree; besides what makes them better they have cooler colors?" Jake teased parking in front of Phil's fill up and feed store.

"No…even though the colors are better—" Jake rolled his eyes at Sam and they climbed out of the truck.

"But Ford's diesel trucks are total beast. With their 6.4L displacement and dual-sequential turbochargers—not to mention it's out of this world towing capacity…it crushes Chevy's wimpy excuse of a truck." Sam said following Jake into the store.

"Chevy has a 6.6L. Plus their towing capability outshines Ford." Jake shot back.

"Yeah but good luck getting it out of the driveway without it breaking down…what's that they always say? Oh yeah: 'buy a Chevy their the best. Drive a mile walk the rest'!" Sam laughed and followed Jake down one of the aisles.

"Yeah, yeah…'ashes to ashes, dust to dust. If it wasn't for Fords, our tools would rust.'" Jake said smirking. Sam couldn't help but laugh at that one.

"That's a good one…" she said and Jake laughed with her.

"Yeah Bryan told it to me the other day," he said grabbing a bag of feed off the shelf.

"Can you grab another one of those?" Jake asked his arms full.

"I don't know Jake…I don't think your Chevy can carry all of these." Sam said scratching her head.

"Well then I guess you'll have to walk home," he teased making Sam pick up the bag.

"Ha-ha. You wouldn't do that to me. You care for me to much," she answered very self-assured. Jake smiled and motioned for her to follow him to the counter.

"So who won the Ford vs. Chevy battle today?" Phil asked. Jake and Sam laughed. Everyone loved to hear about their heated discussions.

"I don't know I'd say it's a tie…" Jake said pulling out his wallet.

"No way; me and my Ford's totally crushed you today. See? Sissy's drive Chevy's they can't even claim a win…" Sam tsked her tongue and shook her head. Phil laughed and Jake glared at her.

"Sissy's?" He said disbelievingly.

"Momma's boys," Sam said giggling.

"Hey now nothing wrong with momma's boys," Phil defended chuckling. Sam grabbed one of the bags and tiptoed up to whisper in his ear.

"Only steers and queers drive Chevy's," she said than ran before he could crush her with the feed bags. She threw the bag of feed in the back of the truck and turned quickly to defend herself but Jake wasn't there. Sam stared back at the store in confusion when someone grabbed her from behind and started tickling her unmercifully.

"Who drive's Chevy's?" Jake asked tickling her.

"Queeeeers!" Sam squeaked out between fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry what?" Jake said tightening his grip when she tried to wiggle out.

"Sissy's!" She spat out still laughing hysterically.

"What?" He pried again as Sam gasped for breath.

"Jake—can't—breathe!" Sam said.

"That sounds like a personal problem to me…" he said still tickling.

"Ok! Stop! Real…men…drive Chevy's!" She said breathlessly and Jake released her. Sam doubled over and rested her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.

"Good to know you'd let me suffocate over a truck…" she mumbled before standing up. Jake was leaning against the truck his lazy tom-cat grin plastered on his face.

"Not just a truck…a Chevy," he said grabbing her hand and leading her over to Clara's.

"But I guess that was a little harsh. I'll make it up to you…I'm sure you could use a ginger ale," Jake teased and Sam glared at him.

"Yeah cause some delusional Chevy lover tickled my guts out…" she mumbled walking through the door Jake opened for her.

"Excuse me?" Jake asked wiggling his fingers as a threat.

"I said a ginger ale sounds nice." Sam recovered staring at his hands wide eyed. Jake laughed and tugged her towards an empty booth.

Sam peeked over her menu a huge grin spreading over her face. Jake looked at her worried.

"What?" He asked.

"Chocolate is so much better than vanilla," she teased wiggling her eyebrows. Jake rolled his eyes.

"Don't start…" he warned as the ever-smiling Clara stopped at their table.

"Sam! Jake! Good to see you here…what can I get ya?" She asked her pen propped and ready to scribble down their order.

"I'll have a coke and Sam will have a ginger ale—" Jake grinned towards Sam and she stuck her tongue out at him. "—I'll also have an order of fries." He finished putting his menu aside.

"I'll take some fries too," Sam said and Clara nodded gave them both a smile and walked away.

"I swear Clara always has that look that says 'I know something you don't'…" Sam said shaking her head and playing with the salt shaker.

"Knowing Clara she probably does…" Jake said watching Sam twirl the salt shaker when it tipped over.

Jake faked a gasp. "Uh-oh" He said winking at Sam. Sam smiled knowing they were having a Dumb and Dumber moment.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked playing along.

"You spilt the salt! That's the matter…spilling salt is very bad luck the last thing we need driving cross-country is bad luck. Quick toss some salt over your right shoulder!" Jake said handing Sam the salt shaker he started cracking up when Sam actually threw the entire salt shaker behind her.

"I can't believe you just did that!" He said still laughing. Sam buried her face in her hands and rested it on the table laughing uncontrollably. Someone cleared their throat beside them. Jake and Sam both quickly sobered and looked up at Clara.

Clara started laughing. "You two are something else…here you go. Oh and no more Dumb and Dumber acts ok?" She said placing their order on the table then winking at them and walking away.

After the finished eating they climbed back into Jakes truck and started heading back to River Bend.

"So what movie you wanna watch this week?" Sam asked. She and Jake always had a movie night on Friday ever since they were little. They liked to keep the tradition going.

"Hmm, I think after today I want a reunion with Dumb and Dumber…we haven't watched that in like month." He said pulling over the bridge. Sam hopped out once he parked and waved to him goodbye since he had to take the feed to his house.

"Gram! I'm back," she called walking into the house. No one answered and she found a note on the fridge.

'Sam,

Went to Judy's to research more about the auditions. Be back for dinner.

Gram'

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes at all the smileys written all over the note. Gram was really excited about this and Sam was afraid she'd let her down.