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Sam was ready to die after the looks her friends gave her, but dying wasn't on Violette's schedule. Instead she grabbed Sam by the arm and began dragging her along saving her from having to answer any questions Jen and Jake might have.

"I can't wait to shoot this scene! Only because I get to kick your ass," Violette prattled on like nothing was wrong—like she might not have just ruined a relationship that hadn't even had the chance to grow.

Behind her she could feel Jen's glare burning right through her but for now she'd have to wait, because here came a crazy looking Kenny.

"Ok people change of plans! Set crew set up the wrong set so we are doing the second to last scene!"

"Damn it! That means you get to kick my ass," Violette yelled rather obnoxiously has Kenny pulled Sam along with him. "Pucker up Samantha!"

Sam flushed every color red possible, probably even creating a new color. Honestly what are the odds the day she invites her friends…well one of them a possible boyfriend, she would have to share a kiss with Gabe, The boy who Jake probably looks at as competition—not that there was any.

"Ok people places! We don't have all day!" Kenny yelled through what looked like a traffic cone before talking to the camera crew.

Sam turned herself on autopilot as soon as they called action. Luckily this scene wasn't much of a talking scene; just a very précised choreographed one. If her foot stepped one inch away from its designated spot they'd have to do a redo. So Sam momentarily forgot her friends, her possible boyfriend problem, forgot about homecoming, and most of all the kiss she'd be sharing with Gabe in about two minutes.

She also forgot to duck. Violette's hand came in contact with her face making an audible smack. She staggered and fell backwards onto her butt, not so much from pain, more so from astonishment…and a bit from embarrassment.

"Cut! What the hell? Can I get the medic?" Kenny yelled as a bunch a people ran towards her. Violette helped her up and she dusted off her butt assuring everyone that she was fine.

"Shoot! Sam I'm sorry! But darn it you were supposed to duck!"

Sam found it funny how easily Violette's mental censor would kick in when ever there was a large group.

"Yeah, sorry I forgot." She wiggled her jaw and found it working just fine, maybe just a little stiff.

"Can we get make up over here please?" Kenny called. Surely referring to the red spot Sam could feel growing on her face. Cammie rushed over and Sam swore that she was smirking, but before she could say anything Cammie began dabbing something on her face.

"Why won't it go away?" Kenny asked crouching down a little to close for Sam's comfort.

"All the blood is rushing to it so it just keeps getting pinker…and if I put any more make up on her face it'll make her look like she has chubby cheeks." Cammie said sitting back on her heels and shrugging.

"Son of a…," he looked at Sam and sighed. "Ok that's fine. We were ahead of schedule anyways. Well everyone I guess that's a wrap for today! Phoebe coffee!" Kenny marched away yelling at different people before finally departing in his golf cart.

Sam breathed a sigh on relief.

"Wow, glad you're ok Sam."

There went her momentary relief. Gabe examined her face, again someone else being to close for comfort, or more like cute boy to close for Jake's comfort.

She shrugged. "No biggie. I've had worse."

Jen skipped up beside them and snorted. "Chyeah. No kidding!"

Sam glared at her but she just glared right back, Gabe only looked on questioningly but didn't say anything.

"So Gabe you're going to homecoming?" Jen asked much to Sam's dismay. She kind of hoped everyone just momentarily forgot that. Of course Jen wouldn't.

"Yeah, I asked Sam and she said yes," Gabe smiled at her and it took all of Sam's strength not to grimace. It wasn't that she didn't like Gabe, because she did; only she liked Jake more…a lot more.

Jen blinked once slowly then shook her head. "Come again? Did you say you asked Sam and she said yes?"

Thanks for emphasizing that Jen. Sam thought wanting to make a matching red spot on her face.

Gabe looked confused but smiled nonetheless. "Yes…"

Jen straightened her shoulders and sent Sam a glare. "Well now that that's clear."

"Well you know Gabe's never been to homecoming," Sam blurted and hoped that it was true.

His smiled widened. "She's right, they sound like a blast."

"Well I'm so glad Sam found the kindness in her heart and decided to take you." Jen said with a hint of sarcasm that Sam knew only she could catch onto.

"Yeah…," he turned to Sam, "I've actually got to go but I'll see you later ok?" He gave her a quick hug and began walking away before turning back.

"Text me and let me know what color your dress is!"

Sam forced herself to smile and give him a thumbs up. When she turned to face her friends she fond only Jen glaring at her…but no Jake.

She was in some serious doodoo.

"Lucy…you got some 'splainin' to do!" Jen mocked tapping her foot and glaring at her. Sam felt like she was about to endure an awful punishment.

"I sort of maybe told him I would go if my dad said yes and well yeah…I wasn't really expecting him to say yes and now well…darn it!" Sam began mumbling but gave an exasperated sigh. "What am I suppose to do? Jake is probably mad—no scratch that livid—I'm going to homecoming with some guy who every girl wants to date and to top it all off I don't have a dress!" Sam didn't really know why the last part really mattered much but it just kind of came out.

Sure sometimes she didn't really act like it but she was a girl. Making the dress a serious factor.

Jen rolled her eyes. "Please Jake is probably happy that he doesn't have to go! So would you relax? Oh and I'll accept your apology if you take me with you to go shopping."

"Shopping?"

Sam swore, Violette was like a bloodhound whenever that word was used. Not only could she hear it a mile away she probably even knew what the word smell liked…if that was possible.

"Samantha! Sweetie you are not shopping for a dress in Nevada. Baby I'll have my jet take us to LA." Violette started getting excited over the possibility of taking her private jet and getting a few hours out of Nevada.

"Really that isn't—" Sam started but Jen cut her off.

"No way! No freaking way! LA? We are so there!"

"Good it's settled. Call your school because honey your about to be burning up," Violette winked but Sam just stared at her like she was on drugs.

Violette rolled her eyes and muttered something rude about being a back country redneck. "Call in sick cause we are leaving tomorrow."

Jen squealed and Sam felt her jaw go slack. She snapped it shut.

"But tomorrow I'm supposed to develop my photographs for Mr. Blair! Those photos will determine whether or not I can be a photojournalist."

It was Violette's turn to look at her like she was on drugs.

"And your point?"

"If I'm not there I can't do them and won't make it as a photojournalist!"

Violette rolled her eyes. "Sam your about to make big bucks and become a star and you're worried about photojournalism? Please—,"

"Violette I'm serious."

She sighed. "Fine! I'll take care of it, just be at the airport by ten a.m."

Sam was silent and Jen shifted from foot to foot anxiously awaiting her answer.

"Comprende?"

Sam's shoulders sagged as she finally gave in. "Fine, but I swear Violette if I get in trouble…"

Violette waved her off. "Yeah, yeah I know."

Once she left Jen crushed Sam in a hug, but Sam wasn't happy, because she still had to deal with Jake, and now convince her dad to let her go.

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