Long time no update? That's my b.
To make up for it not only am I going to update but I am also sharing my amazing wittiness (wittyness?) since no one else seems interested.
"I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes."
Yes, I have a thing for pick-up lines. Now that you have officially soiled your pants (or wasted about 10 seconds of your life you'll never get back) Enjoy.
horse-nerd :)


"Ok so since you guys did an excellent job on stall duty yesterday,"—Jen grabbed three pitchforks and handed them to the HARP kids. Luckily only Ricky scowled this time, Tara just gave an exasperated huff before heading to one of the stalls.—"If you succeed again today we'll be trying something new."

"Are we going to ride?" Allie asked excitedly.

Sam frowned. "Not yet, but don't worry you keep up the good work you'll be on the back of a horse in no time."

Allie only seemed a little disappointed as she began working on her stall. Ricky leaned against his pitchfork staring at Sam. "You know I feel like we are here just to do your dirty work."

"Ricky just shut up would you?" Tara growled from her stall.

"Bite me—"

"Ricky! I'm going to have to ask you not to talk like that while you're here." Sam chastised.

He smiled at her sending chills down her spine. "Sorry doll face. But back to the earlier problem: I'm not doing your work,"—he waggled is eyebrows at Sam—"without a price."

"Yes you are. Unless you want to be kicked out." Jake said calmly ignoring his grotesque suggestion. Jen rolled her eyes at him.

"Look you aren't doing our work; we have work to do also. This is going to help you, trust me." Jen explained like the wise scholar she believes herself to be.

Ricky grumbled but didn't protest any further much to everyone's relief, they began working.

Being their second day Sam was relieved that they finished a little earlier than the day before. Meaning, time for deluxe peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the AC. Tara and Jen happily flipped through a swimsuit magazine, Darrel quickly joining them. Sam sat between Allie and Jake, showing Allie some pictures of her horses. Ricky for once quietly ate his sandwich with a scowl. Though Sam didn't really like Ricky she didn't like the feeling of leaving him out. So despite his annoying ways and a small glare from Allie she handed a photo towards him laughing.

"This is when I first rode a horse, well on my own. I was two." Sam pointed at a littler her sitting on an old fat pony. Ricky seemed surprised by her including him but quickly replaced it with a smirk.

"Cute, I especially like the hair."

Jake snorted; it was Sam's turn to be surprised. He handed the photo back to her and scowled at it. Her hair had been bright red in messy flyaway pigtails, it did sort of look ridiculous.

"Good, cause I was really thinking about going back to that look."

Jake laughed and took the photo from her setting it aside.

"You going to start wearing cotton dresses and diapers too?" Darrel teased snatching up the picture from beside Jake…they must have gotten to the one pieces in the magazine.

"No Darrel we have to save them for you," Sam retorted. Darrel found this hilarious.

"Can I have the hair clips? Oh! And the fat pony too?"

"Darrel I swear if you don't shut up I'll make sure your smile matches hers too," Tara spat obviously using her old defensives around the boys.

Sam smiled anyway, because in the photo she had no teeth. Everyone now had dropped their previous entertainment to join the photo escapade. Sam was really regretting this idea now. The phone rang and she jumped up relieved to get away from her humiliation.

"Hello?"

"Samantha! Am I lucky—I was hoping you'd answer," Ryan's British accent immediately gave him away. Sam sighed.

"Oh hey Ryan what's up?" She asked, though she probably had a pretty good idea what. Jake glanced her way after hearing Ryan's name, he seemed a little annoyed.

"Well I was hoping you'd have an answer about that party."

Didn't he just give her the invitation yesterday? "Uh, I honestly haven't had much time to think about it. Things are kinda crazy over here."

"Oh, I suppose you are right. I'm just really hoping you can come I guess."

"I'll try my best but no promises."

"Can I RSVP you?"

"Ryan—"

He laughed cutting her off. "I'm joking Samantha."

She smiled despite being slightly—okay really—annoyed at him.

"Just try to touch back soon alright?" He asked seeming insistent.

She sighed. "Look how about this: just count on me coming unless I say otherwise. Alright?"

"Yes, definitely!"

"Ok then, talk to you later."

"Right, uh, see you later." He hung up first with a noisy click and Sam did the same. Jake came up beside her, he bent his head low to hers and her breath hitched making his lips twitch.

"What the little prick want this time?" He asked his hot breath tickling her neck.

Sam stepped back to glare at him. "Be nice. And he wanted to know if I was going to his party."

Jake rolled his eyes ignoring her scorn. "Guess he wasn't too happy then."

"What makes you think I said no?"

"You mean you actually said yes?" His eyebrows shot up and her glare intensified.

"I said he could count me in unless I said otherwise."

Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sam, ok not only is he annoying, but did you forget about a certain responsibility?" He nodded casually towards the HARP kids who still huddled over the photos.

She flushed. "No I didn't. Jake these kids aren't delinquents—ok they are but not in that sense. I mean it's not in their heart, they are different…and even you have to admit they have improved exponentially in the short time they've been here."

"Wait now your implying on taking them. Sam—yes they have improved, but that doesn't mean you just drag them off to a party, even you must know that's a ridiculous idea."

Sam's face grew hot, was he actually implying she was stupid? Boy, she really wanted to hit him, but she doubted that would make a good example, if only they were alone…

"Actually yes I was implying that. And no it's not ridiculous. It's still a few days away so if they continue to improve it'd be a good treat, but if they don't I'll just tell Ryan I can't come. Besides it's not like we'd stay late—and it's a birthday part so surely there will be adults there."

Besides being angry Jake smirked. "Whatever you say Sam. But I think you may have forgotten this is also Rachel's party so for some reason I doubt Granny's going to be there handing out cupcakes."

"We'll see then won't we?" She spun back towards the group and composed her face. But when Jen looked up she frowned at her. Jake seeming more composed than her brushed past and sat next to Darrel. Jen glanced towards the door and back at Sam, she nodded.

Once outside Sam turned towards her friend about to lash out when the screen door slammed behind them. Allie and Tara hustled down the steps after them.

"You are not about to leave us in there when your about to spill some juicy gossip." Tara stated but immediately frowned when she looked at Sam.

"Tara, maybe we should go somewhere else," Allie suggested lightly.

She shook her head and studied Sam a little longer her frown turning into a smirk.

"Trouble in paradise, sweetie?"

Despite her sarcastic bitchy ways sometimes, Sam felt she could count on Tara to always make her laugh when she was extremely pissed. So even though she knew it probably wasn't the best idea, she confided in her friends, new and old.


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