A/N: I'm really starting to suck =/

Jake pulled up to River Bend and set his truck in park. Sam smiled at him, gave him another kiss and quickly hopping out. Jake cut the engine and followed her out. She looked at him questioningly.

"What are you doing?"

"Wyatt said he got a new colt. I was supposed to come check him out today after school," he shrugged. "Wanna come with me?"

Sam nodded, tossed her backpack onto the front porch and jogged to catch up with him.

"He said that he was putting him in the barn…" Jake said leading her towards the barn. He flicked on the lights since it was starting to get dark outside and started towards what used to be the empty stall.

He let out a slow whistle.

"What?" Sam asked curiously hurrying to his side. She peeked over the stall door and gasped.

"Looks just like—"

"Blackie," Jake finished for her using the Phantoms past name. He glanced over at Sam to find her smiling brightly at the colt.

"Oh no you don't."

"What? I'm not doing anything!" She defended.

"But I know what you're thinking," his tomcat grin proved it too.

"Freaky mind reading bozo," Sam muttered returning her attention to the colt. He stared at her with big brown intelligent eyes, he was so calm.

"Hey, about five minutes ago you weren't complaining about me being a 'mind reading bozo'," Jake teased making Sam blush.

"Freaky mind reading bozo…and that's because I was…occupied," she blushed again and Jake chuckled.

"Wyatt would never allow it," he warned lightly watching Sam stare lovingly at the colt.

Sam sighed. "I know."

It was silent for a few minutes as the both continued to look at the beautiful black colt.

"Still going to try aren't you?" Jake asked finally even though he knew the answer.

"You better believe it."

He shook his head and grabbed her hand pulling her away from the stall. He looked her straight in the eye and smiled.

"Can I change that?"

Sam pretended to ponder it; she bit her lip and looked away. With a huff she looked back at him. "Nope," she popped the 'p' and smiled at him.

"That's a shame," he bent to kiss her but froze when he heard Gram's voice.

"Samantha? Where are you?" Gram yelled. Sam moaned and pulled away from Jake.

"In the barn Gram!"

"Get out here!"

She rolled her eyes and jogged out of the barn with Jake in tow. She skidded to a halt at the front porch steps. Violette, Kenny, and Gabe were all standing there along with Gram.

"Sam honey I invited them over for dinner! Now would you please take your backpack upstairs and get cleaned up?" Gram looked pass Sam and smiled at Jake. "Jake you are welcome to stay too of course."

He shook his head no. "Nah, I should be getting home anyway. Thanks though," he tipped his hat and Sam wanted to roll her eyes at him, instead she just stared at him incredulously. He was really going to leave her alone?

Just throw me out to the dogs why don't ya! She thought hoping his freaky Superman powers would tap in on that. But he just smiled and waved at her.

"See ya later Sam," he hurried off to his truck, jumped in and with a roar he started his truck and was off.

She mentally cursed him and hopped up the porch steps two at a time. She made a grab for her backpack but someone grabbed it before her. She looked up to a smiling Gabe and smiled back.

"I'll get it," he said before nodding for her to lead the way. She thanked him after getting a meaningful glare from Violette and led him into the house. She bustled up the stairs and tried to remember exactly how messy her room was. When she kicked the door open she sighed in relief, Gram must've cleaned it for her knowing they were having company.

Gram always went crazy with the cleaning if they were having someone over. Even if she was running a soup kitchen for the homeless in our house she would still attack every piece of furniture with a lint roller and frebreeze. She even changed all the sheets to clean ones, as if someone would be laying in them! And don't even think about going into the kitchen if she's cleaning, because surely she is cooking an 8-course meal big enough for the king of Spain and his servants. One time she even made Sam clean the toilet with a tooth brush, who would have thought people actually did that?

"Where do you want it?"

Sam spun to face Gabe forgetting he was standing there.

"Oh, you can just toss it anywhere," she smiled and moved out of the door way so he could get in her room. He set it beside her bed gently and sighed.

"That thing weighs about a hundred pounds." Sam laughed and he tried to keep a straight face but failed. "I'm serious! As if school isn't bad enough by itself they go and try to throw out your backs too!"

Sam giggled and shook her head. "Tell me about it."

She squirmed a little at the silence and he broke his gaze from hers and took in her room.

"So this is your room?"

Sam blushed and shrugged. "Yeah, I know it's like land of the little freaking ponies."

He smiled and looked over the shelf with her glass figurines. "I like it." He picked up an obnoxiously fat stuffed pony beside her bed and looked at her inquiringly.

Sam laughed. "That's Ace."

He sat on the bed with the stuffed horse still in his hands and began laughing too. "Like your real horse Ace?"

Sam nodded and went to sit with him without thinking about it.

It's no big deal! Get over it, besides Jake never said we were a couple or anything…not like I'm going to go make out with Gabe…even if he is kinda gorgeous…ok really gorgeous—

"You ok there?"

Sam felt herself flush and nodded. "Yeah sorry."

He sighed and set her horse down replacing it with her hand. Sam's heartbeat quickened and she was about to say something before they were called downstairs.

"Dinner!"

Gabe smiled and pulled her off the bed with him. "So what did Grace make for dinner?" He asked.

Gram must've become Gabe's best friend while I wasn't here…

"Who knows," she laughed. "For all I know she could be roasting a whole cow out back…you see she can go a bit overboard sometimes," she explained at his shocked expression.

He smiled. "I think I'll be ok with that."

"Would you two get down here? I'm starving!" Violette called coming to the bottom of the stairs. She smiled up at them, more like at their conjoined hands. "Oh take your time, I'll just go gnaw on a couch pillow or something," she teased winking at them.

Sam rolled her eyes and hurried down the stairs in front of Gabe. "No need. We're coming."

Violette pulled Sam to the side, her long fake fingernails digging into Sam's forearm.

"Ow!" She hissed rubbing her arm and glaring at Violette. "What?"

"Well? How's mission: getintoGabe'spants going?"

Sam felt her jaw go slack as she looked at Violette appalled. "I'm not trying to get into his pants!"

Violette rolled her eyes. "Whatever, did you make a move yet?"

"Why are you so pressed on this Violette?" Sam asked getting annoyed. She liked Gabe, but she was with Jake…at least she thinks?

"I've already told you! And to put it simply: pu-bli-ci-ty," she made publicity into a four syllable word. "This needs to be a box office biggy, my last movie was totally suckish."

"Ok well why don't you get in his pants then?"

Violette rolled her eyes. "Please what's another hook up for me? It'll be a bigger deal if it's…'the newbie'…and Mr. Unattainable get together. Oh, and then the girls will hate you for once."

The kitchen door slammed open making them both jump. Gabe looked at them questioningly. "You girls coming?"

Violette smiled. "Yeah I was telling Sam what I heard some guys saying about her. There is a long line waiting for you sweetie," she winked at Sam. Gabe looked slightly angry but composed his face again.

"Don't let Mr. Forster hear this," he warned with a smile before closing the door.

Violette ruffled Sam's hair and smiled at her. "He is so jealous right now. He'll be on you faster than flies on horse shit…," she paused and looked at me shocked. "Ugh, I've seriously been in Nevada too long."

She left Sam standing there wishing that she could seriously knock that fake nose right off her face.

This drama is making my brain hurt! What will Sam do? REVIEW!!!