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Sam fell on her bed exhausted. She was just starting to fall asleep when someone burst through her door. She screamed and fell off her bed. Whoever it was started laughing.
"Whoops…" Gram said sheepishly. Sam sat up and peeked over her bed blinking the sleep from her eyes.
"Phone for you dear," she said before leaving the room giggling. Sam rubbed her head and stood up before rushing downstairs.
"Hello?" She said a little breathlessly into the phone.
"Sam! How come you didn't call and tell me Violette was there?" Jen shrieked into the phone. Sam held it away from her ear until Jen was done.
"I forgot…" Sam said yawning.
"Forgot! Sam you don't just forget things like that," Jen said in a more inside voice this time.
"Yeah well how come you didn't mention that this thing was tomorrow?" Sam shot back sleepily.
"I forgot," Sam could basically hear Jen rolling her eyes.
"Are we still going?" Sam asked ignoring Jen's sarcasm.
"Duh! Why wouldn't we? I mean you had a special visit! You have to go!" Jen said going back to her shrieking. Jen kept prattling on so Sam decided to take a seat. She sat at the table and rested her head against it. She started to drift into sleep.
"Samantha!"
Sam shot up again dropping the phone. She quickly retrieved it.
"Yeah sorry I'm here…" she said.
She heard Jen let out a big sigh. "Go to bed sleeping beauty. You need to be rested for tomorrow," Jen said then hung up.
"Bye to you too princess," Sam said hanging up the phone. She went back into her room and lay down on her bed again…only this time she was left in peace.
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"Hey Jake!" Sam called as he hopped out of his truck. He waved before pulling his gloves on. Sam hurried over to him.
"'Sup?" He asked pulling his hat on his head.
"Um…well…I don't think I can do movie night tonight…" she said hesitantly. Jake suddenly looked at her and cocked his head to the side slightly.
"What? Why?" He asked sounding a little disappointed.
"Well remember that movie thing? The other movie thing…the try"—Jake cut her off—"I know…what about it?" He asked.
"Well you see it's today…and I don't know how long it will be…heck I don't even know what time it is…" Sam said to his boots.
"Well we don't have to cancel. Just call me when you figure out how late you'll be there," he said like the smarty he always is.
"Ok," Sam said looking up at him again.
"Alright…later Brat. And good luck," he said messing her hair and heading towards Wyatt and the other cowboys. Sam smiled and ran back into the house. She nearly toppled over Gram, who was waiting at the door.
"There you are! Come on let's get you ready!" She said grabbing Sam's arm and leading her upstairs. They went into her room and Sam sat on her bed while Gram went to the closet. Sam sat twiddling her thumbs wondering what awful creation her grandmother was going to put her in. She jumped when Gram snapped her fingers.
"Perfect!" She said before diving deep into Sam's closet and pulling out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a top Sam didn't even know she had…oh wait it still had the tags on it…that explains things. Also just by looking at it Sam knew why it still had tags on it. It was something her Aunt Sue had gotten her for Christmas from one of the ridiculously expensive stores. It was definitely something Sam wouldn't see herself wearing…then again all Sam really liked wearing were t-shirts. Unless she was feeling crazy then she'd go for a button down.
No but this shirt…was serious city chic…chick…or whatever it is they called it. Sam shook her head.
"Nu-uh," was all she muttered when Gram smiled holding it up.
"Yea-uh," Gram said mimicking her.
"But Gram—" Sam started whining but Gram shut her up by throwing the clothes in her direction and closing her closet finalizing her decision.
"Put that on while I go and try to find you a decent pair of shoes," Gram said leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Sam grumbled and slipped her jeans on. She picked up the shirt and went to rip the tags off when the price caught her eye.
"Holy guacamole…" she muttered dropping the top in shock.
$175.
Sam determined that her Aunt was officially crazy. Really, come on…look at the scarf she made her. And that was free! Well except for supplies which couldn't be much. But yikes. The remnants of the scarf were very, very, very, very, small. And she goes and buys Sam a 175 dollar piece of fabric? Crazy San Francisco-ian…
She picked the shirt back up and carefully pulled the tags off and slipped it over her head. She mentally cursed the color black when she tried avoiding getting deodorant marks on it.
Little black dress approved my ass.
She giggled at the last thought but stopped when she heard a gasp at the door.
"Sam you look stunning! And we haven't even done hair and makeup yet," Gram said making Sam groan.
"Hair and Makeup? Can we just do one?" She asked looking at the supplies Gram was carrying with frightful eyes. Gram smiled and shook her head.
"Nope. Oh! Here are some shoes," she said reaching into her armful of torture equipment and pulling out the most frightful one of them all. Heels.
"Don't you dare say a thing little missy," Gram threatened handing them to Sam while sending her a death glare making Sam sit on the bed and put them on.
Gram smiled. "Good girl. Now come here."
Sam went over to her nightstand where Gram sat up her torture devices and sat down.
Sam managed to tough out a half hour of Gram's torture without cracking before she was finally done. And even though it wasn't really Sam's thing she had to admit; she looked good. Actually it didn't even look like her. Sam stood stock still for a moment staring at the image in the mirror. The person in front of her was tall, with long slightly wavy dark auburn hair, her deep dark brown eyes sparkled, she had the right curves in the right places and her face was chiseled to perfection…her makeup highlighting every feature. She waved to make sure it was her and the image waved back. Sam smiled—
"Sam let's go!" Gram called from downstairs. Sam hurried to the stairs only tripping once over her rug and ran down the stairs. She stumbled into the kitchen and Gram rolled her eyes.
"What? I told you heels were a bad idea," Sam defended straightening up.
Gram just giggled like a giddy teen and grabbed her keys. She stopped at the door making Sam stop.
"Ok wait until I call for you to come out!" Gram said excitedly. Sam groaned again.
"Gram I really don't feel like putting on a fashion show right now…" she mumbled.
"Hush," Gram waved her hand towards her before stepping outside. Sam heard a few voices outside and became nervous. She has never been primped up and now here she was about to give a one man…excuse me…woman show.
"Sam come on out!" Gram called and Sam could just imagine her with pigtails bouncing around like a little excitable kid about to sit on Santa's lap. Sam took in a deep breath and opened the door. She looked where she was walking being extra careful not to trip. She heard a few gasps and looked up blushing. She stopped at the top of the stairs.
Everyone was there…and she meant everyone. The Ely's, Kentworthy's, the cowboys, Trudy, and of course her family.
"Mom what did you do to my little girl?" Wyatt asked turning to Gram.
"Worked my magic and uncovered the beautiful woman that she is," Gram said grinning ear to ear. Sam never felt so embarrassed. She looked towards the Ely's and saw the boys all whispering to each other…Jen was joined in the conversation. Jake walked up to the porch and went up the stairs to stand beside her. He offered his hand to help her down the stairs. Ok scratch that…now she knew she's never been so embarrassed.
She took his hand and walked with him down the stairs. A few of his brothers and cowboys whistled. Sam blushed but giggled despite herself. Wow, a new outfit and a little makeup and people acted as though you are the princess herself.
"You look really nice," Jake said to Sam. Sam smiled up at him giddy by his rare compliment.
"Thanks," she said lamely. They stopped by the group and people bombarded her. She was getting hugs from every direction, compliments, and when it was time to go lots of 'good luck's'.
Happy to be in the back of Gram's car finally Sam let out a sigh of relief. Jen climbed in beside her and was smiling dumbly.
"Wow Sam you already got your own fan base," Jen teased. "You do look really hot though," she said waving a hand in front of her face as if to cool herself off. Sam laughed and rolled her eyes. Gram climbed in along with Lila and Maxine slipped in beside Sam. Sam scooted into the middle seat and buckled up. Jen giggled more.
"And your own body guards!" She squealed. The grownups looked at her a little confused but shrugged it off and started talking. Gram started the car and Sam could see her smile in the rearview mirror.
"Here we go."