Sam played a funny tune on the guitar; Gabe and herself making up their own song. It was pretty amusing she had to admit.

"The moon comes out to play so it's time for you to go away," Sam sung adding an extra country twang to it.

Gabe laughed. "But, uh, baby it's cold outside?" He lost and Sam stopped strumming long enough to laugh.

"You can't steal something from other songs!"

"I added a country sound to it...I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

She laughed and shook her head and strummed a few chords softly. "You know, you're not too bad yourself."

"Really?" He sounded surprised.

"Really," she stopped playing and put the guitar back in its case. When she sat back down she scooted a little closer to Gabe, his warmth radiating off of him and caressing her. "We should do this again some time. It was fun."

He smiled. "I'd like that."

They sat in silence, both looking up at the sky. Sam could hear the cowboys by the barn, she knew if she turned around she'd be able to see them. She wondered if Jake was watching her, if he had heard her sing...if he cared. She felt a little guilty wondering about Jake while she was sitting next to Gabe, who had so kindly kept to himself. Though, deep down inside, Sam wished he wouldn't

Well, she had gotten this far, might as well push a little more. She scooted a little closer so that their arms were touching, he looked down at her and she blushed. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

She could still feel his gaze on her and the heat on her face increased. "Yeah, it is." She noticed he hadn't looked away when he said it. She wondered if they were talking about the same thing.

She gave a little shiver and nudged his arm a little. Hesitantly, he put his arm around her shoulder. Victory. With a little guilty pang in her stomach she snuggled into it.

He cleared his throat, he seemed a little nervous. "So, I'm excited about homecoming...thanks again for taking me."

Ah, yes. Homecoming. The stupid thing that started this all. "Yeah, me too. No problem, it'll be fun."

"You never told me the color of your dress," he said bumping her a little to show he wasn't being serious.

"I was still debating between two. But I've decided...red."

He smiled sheepishly. "I like red," and then he actually blushed. Sam couldn't believe it. She had made someone with as much star power as Gabe blush. Miracles really do occur.

She laughed and nudged his shoulder. "So do I, which I guess is a good thing since it's the color of my dress huh?"

She felt him relaxed, she hadn't even noticed he'd been tense. "Yeah, probably best."

"Just be happy it's not pink."

He chuckled. "Pink really isn't my color."

Sam snorted and rolled her eyes. "Gabe any color would look good on you," she said without thinking. It was her turn to blush, so much that her cheeks felt like they were burning.

"Did you just compliment me?" He teased smiling down at her.

She tried to avoid his gaze. "Maybe...," she mumbled eventually succumbing to meeting his gaze. His eyes gleamed with mischief and Sam knew she needed to look away. Look away before something bad happened. But she didn't--she couldn't.

A throat cleared behind them and Sam jumped along with her heart. Her cheeks flushed right up again and she turned to find Jake behind them. He didn't look at her, instead he looked at his boots; one toe digging into the gravel. She couldn't see if he was angry or jealous or anything, his stupid hat shadowed his face.

"Yeah?" She didn't mean to sound so harsh but she did.

"Wyatt wants you," he barely mumbled out. Making it almost intelligible.

Gabe shifted beside her and stood. "I should probably go, it is getting late," he held out a hand and helped Sam to her feet.

She couldn't help but smile at him, genuinely, she wasn't trying to make anyone jealous right now. "I guess time flies when you're having fun."

He snorted. "Guess so," he hesitated and finally stepped closer to her and squeezed her in a hug. Sam hugged him back without thinking it over. "See you," he quickly left leaving Sam alone with Jake.

"Didn't take you long...," Jake muttered and Sam wasn't sure if she was meant to hear it.

"Excuse me?" She asked picking up her guitar, her stomach churning nervously. She needed to go...

"Nothing."

She was not playing this game with him. "No, what d'you mean Jake?" She said clearly challenging him.

"Didn't take you long to find someone else...," he let his sentence trail off, Sam knew exactly what he meant though. Her blood boiled. That was crossing the patience line. "I mean really Sam, how long has it been?" He sounded angry too.

She didn't care. He was making her sound like a trashy hoe--he was making her sound like Rachel. Her anger practically made her blind, she could hardly contain herself from flinging herself at him again--fist flying. Luckily, she did contain herself. This time she'd fight with words.

"God Jake! Really? That's not insulting at all," her sarcasm was as rich as chocolate.

"How do you think I feel? It took you like two minutes to move on to somebody else!"

She sputtered. "No you idiot, it didn't. I didn't even freaking move on, ass hole! Gabe's a friend and maybe if you didn't act like such a jealous douche you'd see that! But no, instead your just going to call me a whore."

"I didn't call you a whore."

That's all he got out of that?! "Well, you might as well have. You already made me feel like trash," she said calmly, which was more bone chilling than her yelling. She stomped past him before he could see the unnatural wetness of her eyes and before he could reply, because she didn't want to hear it.

Right now, she hated him so much. She hated him for hurting her. She hated him for making her hurt him. She hated him for complicating things. She hated him for making her hate him. Especially since she had thought for a while, she could possibly love him.

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