NEW POLL!

"Oh, I'm staying now. If I get in trouble...it'll be worth it," Jen declared sitting on Sam's bed an excited smile on her face.

Sam began to grow frantic. OhGodOhGodOhGod! What was she going to do? She didn't want Gabe here! Not now! Especially since she had been so ready--just now--to go outside and see Jake. It was like instinct, she hadn't even thought about it when she walked for the door. In a way she was a little grateful that Violette had saved her from that awkward encounter. But she was still slightly mad at her too. She just freaking invited Gabe here...late at night...Sam hadn't even asked her dad. She tasted something rusty and realized that she was biting her lip, causing it to bleed.

"That's hot." Violette smirked and Sam released her lip from her killer jaws. "No really, I mean it."

"Violette! What am I going to do? This is a bad idea, really bad idea," Sam collapsed onto the bed beside Jen. What was Jake going to think when he saw Gabe show up? She had told him that she didn't like him like that...well she did...a little...but she liked Jake more. And she thought Jake knew that. But apparently he didn't, seeing that he went and asked Rachel out. Jake wouldn't do that unless he was trying to get back at her--at least Sam hoped. Jake always said that Rachel annoyed him, she really hoped that was still the case. If he changed his mind--

No, she wouldn't think of that. But she did picture Rachel throwing herself all over Jake, the way she always does, but this time Jake liked it. He smiled a cocky smile and pulled her closer...

"Sam? You're...squeaking?" Jen said snapping the image from Sam's brain like a rubber-band.

Sam felt the heat rise to her cheeks, she was certaintly flustered...boy, her imgination most have escaped from the kennel, she'd have to remember to put it back before it got into too much trouble. "I--a--squeaking?" She finished lamely, hoping her cheeks weren't the color of cherries right now.

Jen gave a nervous giggle, Violette laughed outright. "Definitely squeaking."

"It sounded like a bunny getting caught by a coyote," Jen had to inform making Sam more embarrassed. That was not a sound you wanted to make.

Violette smirked. "Sam, were you, cough, getting attacked by a coyote, cough?" Her fake little coughs implied she wasn't talking about a coyote.

"Forget it," Sam looked at her clothes, oh jeez. She was in sweats. "Shi-patootie!" She leaped from the bed and hurried over to her closet. "I look like a bum! Look at me! Quick, help me pick something...," she let her sentence die away. Why did she even care? So what? It was just Gabe, not like she wanted to impress him or anything...

Right, that's it. She didn't want to, but had too, this was war. Jake was here and she had to show him a little something he was missing.

Violette's single eyebrow disappeared under her bangs, she was probably thinking something along the same lines as Sam. Probably mostly wondering why Sam cared. "Hold still."

Violette walk towards Sam and shut her closet. Sam was about to protest telling her that all her good clothes were in that closet but she halted her with a finger. She grabbed the waistband to her sweats and rolled them once, pulled the drawstring real tight, and pushed them down low onto her hips...really low. She held out a hand. "Sweat shirt." Sam peeled off her sweat shirt and handed it to Violette so she was left standing in her sweats and a tight black cami--that showed a fair amount of cleavage...or what she had of it. Violette tugged it up a little so there was a little bit of skin showing between the hem of her shirt and the sweats. Violette stepped back, gave a once-over, and smiled mischievously. "There, sexy and cozy...without even trying."

She grabbed the ponytail out of Sam's hair and pushed her head down so it was upside down. "Shake." Sam did and was rewarded with soft, voluptuous, waves cascading down past her shoulders. A beautiful hair style that Sam couldn't have gotten if she tried. She heard tires crunching gravel and felt her panic rising once again.

This was insane completely idiotic...and wow Gabe looked good in that tight black thermal and leather jacket...not that she cared or anything...

Jen whistled quietly. "Wow."

Gee, she wasn't helping what-so-ever. She couldn't deny that she was a little attracted to Gabe, he was good looking. But when she and Jake had been...well whatever they had been...she didn't seem to ever notice Gabe. But now...crap this was a bad idea.

The girls looked at each other and all ran for the stairs at the same time, Sam couldn't help but realize they sounded like a herd of elephants stampeding through the house. Sam made it to the door first and opened it to find Gabe with his fist raised ready to knock on the door.

He blinked staring at Sam--who couldn't help but pant a little, for a short dash to the door, it sure had winded her. Slowly, a smile formed on his lips, his eyes gleamed and bore into Sam's. "Well, hello."

Sam felt a smile that she hadn't been expecting and she tried hard to contain it. "Hey."

They stared at each other silently and Gabe raised an eyebrow questioningly. It was Sam's turn to blink and she shook her head hard. "Right, duh. Come in," she said stepping out of the way so Gabe could come through. Just as he began to take a step inside Violette pushed Sam out, making her collide into his chest. His arms wrapped around her to steady her but he didn't linger, once she was stable he let her go slowly, like a gentleman. Sam glared back at Violette.

"Actually, you guys should go for a walk...outside." Violette said her head twitching in the direction of the barn.

Real discreet.

She smiled as she slowly began pushing the door close. "Jen and I will just be making some hot tea for us to have when you get back."

Sam knew if they were really going to making tea that it would be Jen doing the work while Violette spied out the window.

Gabe looked confused but smiled anyway. "Actually, a walk does sound nice. Besides, I just can't get over the stars out here...amazing," he drew a breath and let it out slowly as he said the last word and stared into the sky.

If anything, Sam could sure appreciate his fondness of a great Nevada night. On a strange impulse--and a little eyebrow waggling from Violette--she took Gabe's hand and lead him away from the lights of the house, sure that she was going to regret all of this, soon enough.