AN: And here's chapter two! Now some of you might notice that Sam meets Danny and Tucker in at least the second grade in the show, and meets them in the sixth grade in this story (Thanks to LunaTheBlackWolf for pointing that out to me). I have changed the time they met in this story, meaning it is slightly AU. Hope you guys don't mind and enjoy the chapter!

Tuesday, August 29th, 5th Grade

Car rides with you.
The sky is a mixture of orange
And purple and blue and pink.
The radio is playing softly
Some oldies station.
And we talk, you and me.
And I have never been more relaxed.
No pressure, just driving.
No faking, just talking.
No hiding, 'cuz there is no need to.
I'm perfectly relaxed
For the only time ever
When I'm on a car ride with you.

And no, that is not some sappy romantic poem, for your information! That is a poem about car rides with my uncle. I swear, Uncle Jem is the only one who really listens to me. My classmates don't notice me, my teachers are too busy, and I'm ashamed to admit that lately I've actually been getting scared of talking to my parents. Every time I even bother with saying 'hi' to them, they start talking to each other- as if I weren't even there- about ways to make me appear more ladylike. Well, you know what? I think that's sexist!

Sure I'm a girl, but that doesn't mean I have to love the color pink. That doesn't mean I should be graceful and gentle! And I most definitely will NOT learn how to cook! The only time I've even attempted cooking, I was trying to make myself some cookies, and let's just say, a lot of ingredients were wasted.

But back to my uncle. Every Tuesday, I have guitar practice (did I mention that I'm learning how to play guitar? No? Well I asked for a guitar for my 10th birthday, but my parents said no. If I wanted to learn an instrument, I could learn the flute or the piano. Sexist, I say, sexist!

Anyways, somehow my uncle Jem heard about my request and when he showed up at my birthday party (the family one my parents force me to have each year. Although I'm not exactly a people person, I usually don't mind the annual celebration just for the fact that I get to see my Uncle Jem.) he had a beautiful acoustic guitar in hand. While my parents were opposed to me learning the instrument at first (why? I have no idea…), Uncle Jem can be pretty persuasive, and they eventually relented on the agreement that he would take me to my lesson each Tuesday afternoon after school.

I've had five so far (today's included), and I'm really enjoying the weekly time with my uncle. At this time it's almost a tradition. He picks me up in front of school in his jeep, the hood down so that the wind blows in our hair. I climb in the car, putting the guitar case I was carrying with me in the back seat. He usually already has the radio on to an oldies rock station. While I generally don't like romantic music (I prefer rock), oldies romance songs and oldies rock songs (which are also played on the station) are admittedly great.

As soon as I get in the car, he will ask me how my day went. I will tell him, sharing how we are starting to study the revolutionary war in history and the cool abstract drawing project drawing we're doing in art. I will repeat his question back to him, and he will say his day is great. He never really says more about his day, but he is a generally quiet person so I don't push.

He's been especially quiet since my Aunt Julia's death two years ago. Before Aunt Julia died of lung cancer, he was always joking and laughing. And she was always right alongside him, laughing at his jokes and cracking some of her own. They were the world's most perfect couple. And then she died.

And people wonder why I'm an antiromantic! Okay, so no one really cares about me to wonder why I don't believe in love (or really to know that I don't), but I don't. True love is very rare. And those who are lucky enough to possess it end up being the unlucky ones- having their time together cut tragically cut short. IT'S NOT FAIR! Why should couples who argue and squabble all the time get to stay together in misery while the only people I ever knew who were truly in love got their time together shortened by fate? Why?

But I'm getting off track. After we exchange our question, we usually won't talk again until we get to my instructor's house. Instead, we will sing along to the radio. Every once in a while he will ask me if I know who sang/played a certain song. I never will know and or remember who the artist is, so he will tell me. It's actually quite impressive how much he is able to remember.

Once we get to my instructor's house, I will get out of the car, and he will drive off, promising to return in thirty minute's time. After 30 minutes of plucking my way through a fairly easy song, he will pick me up, and we will head over to the Nasty Burger, per tradition. I will order a salad and he will order a nasty meal. While we wait the few minutes for our fast food to come out, he will usually take out the crayons and placemats they set at the table and start drawing something. I will follow suit, although my drawings are never nearly as good.

When we finally finish our food, we leave the restaurant (go figure) and he will drive me home, sad that the night is over and looking forward to next Tuesday.

I love Tuesdays.

Signing off,

Samantha Manson.

AN: Welp that's it for chapter 2, remember to review. Thanks