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Sam was glad that Violette had decided to just drop her off. She was worried that she would want to come inside...Sam couldn't take much more of her. Sure today hadn't been bad really, but she could only handle so much at a time. She threw her purse down by the coat rack and headed up to her room. The house was empty and quiet beside the clomping noise her heels made on the stairs. Her feet screamed praises of relief as she kicked those awful shoes off; she went to her closet and hung the dresses up. She made sure to put the red one all the way in the back, hopefully Violette would forget about it and Gram won't find it. She could imagine what Wyatt and her would do if they saw it.
Most likely have a bonfire, put the red dress on a stake to burn, and do a tribal dance around it. That was one event Sam wouldn't mind much if it never happened.
"I want to see it now!"
Sam screamed and grabbed a shoe from her closet chucking it towards her door. Jen screamed too and ducked. "What the heck!" She yelled picking up the shoe Sam had launched at her. "A shoe?"
Sam laughed a little hysterically. "You scared the crap out of me Jen."
"I sure hope not. That outfits really cute."
Sam rolled her eyes and went to her bed sitting down; hoping her heart would calm down. "Do you always have to be so literal?"
Jen walked to her closet and smiled back at her. "One of my many charming features. Is this it?" She asked inquiring to the garment bag in the front. Sam nodded and plugged her ears as Jen squealed. "Oh my gosh! Sherri Hill?! Can I open it, please?"
Sam shrugged not seeing the big deal. "Sure."
Jen muttered excitedly as she unzipped the bag. She gasped and ran her fingers over it gently. "Sam it's gorgeous. I am so jealous!"
"Thanks. I really wish you could have come, I could have used the back-up."
Jen sighed and looked at the dress longingly before zipping it up. "Trust me I wish I could have come too," she said sitting next to Sam. "What did Violette do this time?"
"Actually she wasn't too bad-"
Jen gave her an incredulous stare and Sam laughed.
"Seriously! She was still annoying and totally exhausting but not insufferable."
"Wow."
"She did try to make me wear some skanky dress though."
"I'm not surprised."
"You want to see it?"
Jen seemed shocked. "You mean you actually bought it?"
Sam shrugged standing up and walking to her closet. "Well no. Violette bought it. She insisted...said I looked to good in it to pass it up," she said mocking Violette and digging the dress out from the back of the closet. She pulled out the bag and Jen gasped again.
"Oh wow! You went to Anjolique? Lucky!"
"Jen how on earth do you even know all of these things?"
Jen shrugged. "Amazingly enough I find fashion interesting."
It was Sam's turn to be shocked. "How come I never knew this until now?"
"Sam really? You know you probably would have teased me," Jen said smiling.
Sam smiled too. "Yeah, you're probably right. But it's just one of my many charming features."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Along with stealing other people's lines." She waved Sam on though before she could make a comeback. "Hurry up and open it would you!"
Sam held her hands up in surrender and hurried over to Jen. "Sheesh, sorry. Here." She handed the bag to Jen who grabbed it greedily.
She gasped again.
"Seriously Jen, all this gasping makes me feel like I'm watching a scandal filled Miss America Pageant."
Jen smacked her. "Shut up! This is amazing. So...sexy," she ran her hand over the tiny dress admiring it. "You know your dad would have a heart attack if he saw this?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, that's why it's going to the back of the closet along with that puppy dog sweater Aunt Sue sewed me last year."
Jen stared at the dress. "Sam this is front-of-the-closet worthy material."
Sam took the dress from her friend and hung it back up. "Yeah, well try telling that to Gram...or worse, my dad."
"True. Let's get some grub I'm starving!" Jen said jumping off of Sam's bed and walking towards the door. Sam followed her and they headed to the kitchen together.
Sam cooked them up some grilled cheese sandwiches and talked about her shopping trip. Jen told her about a totally boring day at school and made Sam promise she would at least go into town with her so she could get a dress. Sam didn't like the idea of more dress shopping but she agreed for her friend. Sam froze thinking of something.
"Wait...who are you going with?" She asked not remembering Jen ever mentioning a date.
Jen blushed and avoided Sam's gaze. "Ryan..."
Sam burnt herself on the pan. "Ow! What? Ryan Slocum?!"
Jen snorted. "No Sam the other Ryan."
"Hey missy watch it this is not the time to be sarcastic."
"I thought you said it was always a good time?"
"Jen focus."
Jen sighed. "Yes, Ryan Slocum. He asked me today," despite being a little embarrassed she smiled. "He asked me!" Now she was excited.
Sam turned back to the sandwiches to hide her face from Jen. "Wow, Jen. That's great!" She faked her enthusiasm and hoped that Jen bought it.
She giggled. "I know! I can't believe it!"
Sam guessed she was pretty good at acting after all.
"So how are things with tall, dark, and moody?" Jen asked with a hint of distaste...obviously she was talking about Jake. Sam sighed and scooped the sandwich out of the pan; she put it on a plate and sat down beside Jen. Jen saw her face and frowned. "Uh-oh."
Sam took an angry bite out of her sandwich, the cheesy goo sticking to her chin. "Uh-oh is right," she threw her sandwich back on the plate. She sighed. "We got in a fight last night."
Despite her dislike for Jake, Jen still seemed upset for her. "What happened?"
Sam told her about the colt, her theories, and their fight. Sam no longer felt angry at Jake, she felt ashamed. Her emotions and hopes were out of whack at the possibility of the colt being one of the Phantoms and she took her feelings out on Jake. Though his sarcasm hadn't helped...
"Sam, you know better than any other person how much Jake irritates me. But you do realize he is only trying to protect you?"
Sam sighed. "He's always trying to protect me."
"It's not just physically though Sam...it's emotionally too. Maybe he didn't want you to get your hopes up about the colt because he knew Wyatt would never allow you to have him. And who knows maybe he really didn't even think about it."
"But he hurt me emotionally."
"You know as well as I do that sometimes by trying to protect someone you actually wind up hurting them."
Sam poked her food. Why did Jen always have to be right? "Jen, you are too smart."
Jen smiled and hugged her friend. "There is no such thing hun."
Jen continued eating her food but Sam wasn't so sure if she was hungry anymore. "What should I do?"
"Fix it."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. But how?"
Jen pondered this before answering. "Sorry, but you have to figure that out on your own." Sam glared at her but she just shrugged and pointed to Sam's sandwich. "You going to finish that?"
In response, Sam pushed her plate to Jen. How was she supposed to fix things? She had made such a mess and regretted it. Darn her short temper... and stubbornness. The thought of apologizing first actually pained her, that was another problem her and Jake shared... admitting they were wrong. They always waited for the other one to cave in making a competition out of it. Only their problems weren't as big as they were now, back then they would fight over a training method, but that was more of a disagreement--now that she thought about it she couldn't recall ever getting into a real fight with Jake. Until now. Now they fought more than ever, real fights too, they hurt each other in ways Sam never imagined, and went through long periods of time without talking or seeing each other. Sam's heart lurched to her throat. What a mess they were in, perhaps it was all just one big mistake.
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