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"Okay, is everyone ready?" Sam asked climbing out of her tent. She changed into a clean pair of jeans and a black tank top. She stopped seeing Jen; she was wearing a flowy skirt that reached her ankles and a white camisole. Tara was wearing dark slim jeans with a top Sam was sure wasn't sold in Darton. Blushing, she looked down at her clothes again.
"Oh, honey...no," Tara tsked and stood up from her little perch. "You aren't going like that?" She asked incredulously walking over.
Sam stared at them flabbergasted. "Why would you pack those clothes on a camping trip?" She asked, wondering why everyone but herself seemed to have proper attire.
Tara shrugged. "I only own clothes that look like this."
Jen smiled sheepishly and blushed, not saying a word. Sam was pretty sure it had something to do with Darrel...she didn't want to think about it too much though. Allie peeked around Jen looking like her normal self, in a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She felt a little relieved.
"C'mon," Tara grabbed her hand and drug her into one of the tents. She dug through one of the bags and pulled out a shirt, smiling. "Perfect! This'll look great on you," she gushed holding it up against Sam.
"Where's the shirt?" Sam asked sarcastically, looking down at it. It was a baggy halter top, that was a little too low cut for comfort, and it was a dark green color that Sam actually knew would look good with her eyes...she wasn't completely clueless when it came to fashion.
"That is the shirt, silly," Tara said rolling her eyes and thrusting it at Sam's face. "Put it on," she left the tent, zipping up the door behind her.
Sam sighed and looked at the shirt again. Why on earth would Tara bring this? It looked like something that belonged in a Hollywood club...not a birthday party in Darton. She gazed down at her own shirt...that wasn't even hers; it was actually one of Jake's she had stolen. She was kind of thankful Tara hadn't said anything about that, Sam was pretty sure she had noticed. Peeling of her current shirt, she slipped on the one Tara gave her. It fit like a glove.
With a deep breath she unzipped the tent and climbed out. Tara was the first to turn, she smirked. "Purrfect," she purred like a cat and Sam rolled her eyes.
Jen's eyes nearly popped out of her skull, she gave Sam a look that said 'your dad would totally kill you'. Allie blushed; Darrel whistled and whispered some sort of profanity that earned him a punch.
"Horses are tacked and re-...," Jake was walking back from the corral and came to a halt next to the rest of the group. He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up then down. "Whoa."
It was like they've never seen her dressed up...or down...or with less fabric...
"No way...I'm changing," Sam went to duck back into the tent but Jake jogged up and caught her arm.
"Don't...I like it," he smiled a dimply smile and Sam let go of the tent zipper. With that smile she would jump off a cliff if he asked her to...which of course he wouldn't.
"Oh puke!" Jen came up and shoved Jake away, putting herself between us. "Hands off and eyes up Ely," she said glaring at Jake, he snorted and looked pointedly at my chest just to piss her off. She glared at him then at Sam. "Behave," she commanded like Sam was some kind of dog.
"Woof!" Sam smiled and nudged Jen with her shoulder. "Relax, Jen...just have some fun."
Jen sighed and smiled. "Fine, if I must." She walked back towards Darrel still looking worried.
"Damn Sam!" Ricky brushed his hands off on his jeans, setting down two empty buckets used for filling up the horse's water. "Looking good," he winked and Jake gave him a warning look.
"Can't we leave him here?" He asked turning to Sam. She snorted but shook her head.
"Alright love bugs, lets go!" Darrel called skipping towards the corral...yes, skipping.
"You sure about this?" Jake asked grabbing Sam's hand and walking with her towards the corral.
"It's just a birthday party, how bad can it be?"
x-x-x-x
"Oh-," Jen's jaw dropped.
"My-," Sam's heart fluttered nervously.
"God-," Tara smiled broadly.
The Slocum's entire ranch was decked out. Party lights hanging everywhere, a strobe light back by the pool, a big "Happy Birthday Rachel & Ryan" sculpture in the front yard, it even looked like they had entertainers...because someone was spitting fire from their mouth which was not normal. Expensive cars and limos lined the driveway and Sam wondered where they could have all come from. Music played loudly from up by the mansion and the bass made Sam's head vibrate. It was loud.
Someone walked towards them, decked out in glow stick necklaces and bracelets. "You made it!" Ryan called out coming out from the shadows.
Sam walked with everyone towards him, doubt creeping into her mind. This was not just a birthday party. As if thinking the same thing, Jake and Jen looked at her. She shrugged helplessly.
Ryan paused in front of them, smiling, his eyes lingering for a second too long on Tara and Sam. "Wow, you all look great!" He waved them towards the mansion and they all followed. Tara and Ricky were glowing with excitement, chattering away about the party decor. Allie stuck close to Sam, watching a shirtless performer spit fire from his mouth again. Jen and Darrel held hands; smiling at each other...Sam was happy to see that Jen had relaxed. Jake draped his arm over Sam's shoulder, she looked up at him.
"This was a bad idea...I'm sorry," she said pursing her lips. Jake smirked and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Actually, I'm glad we came," he said surprising her. He really didn't seem like the party type. Yet, as they neared the house the sound of music getting even louder, Sam began to feel her own excitement grow. She had never been to a party like this. This was the type of party you would see on MTV...at least so Sam thought.
Ryan led them out back towards the pool. The path was illuminated by neon party lights, the kind that made everyone's skin look kind of funny. They reached the six foot rock wall that surrounded the pool; the wrought iron gate was already open. A server stood by it and Ryan nodded his head towards them, the server reached under the table and pulled out a bunch of glow stick necklaces and bracelets that matched Ryan's. Each of them grabbed one, Allie's eyes lit up intrigued...she reminded Sam of a bug who was attracted to light. Ryan noticed her excited look too and smiled.
"Here," he gave her extra and she smiled shyly at him.
"T-thanks," she said putting some on like a headband. Sam suppressed a giggle. It was amazing that such a small simple thing could make her so happy.
"Yo, Ryan!" Someone by the pool called his name. He looked at Sam's group as if asking if it was okay to go see what his friend wanted. It was his party...why did it matter if they cared?
"You mind?" He asked seriously.
Jen looked at him incredulously, probably thinking the same thing as Sam. "Are you kidding? Of course not!"
"Thanks! Help yourselves to food and what not, if you need anything come find me...enjoy!" He jogged off towards the pool leaving them by the gate.
Tara and Ricky smiled at the same time. "You heard the man! Let's enjoy ourselves shall we?" Ricky offered his arm to Tara who surprisingly took it and the skipped off into the party.
"Wai-," Sam's call died as they disappeared. She sighed, it probably wasn't good to let those two roam around alone.
"We better find them and lay down some ground rules." Jen said, her excited look replaced with one of worry again. Sam nodded and they all pushed their way into the crowd after Tara and Ricky. It wasn't hard to do; they were by the bar on the other side of the pool. For a moment Sam was worried they were serving alcoholic beverages...but then she remembered it was a birthday party for underage kids, so surely not. Then again this was Rachel and Ryan they were talking about...
"Hey you two!" Sam called and they both looked over their shoulder at her, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh, sorry," Tara said. "You want one?" She asked holding up a drink.
Jen glared at her and Tara rolled her eyes. "I'm insulted...you have no faith in me what-so-ever...it's a virgin strawberry daiquiri. No alcohol," Tara said holding it under Jen's nose.
"I never said anything...," Jen said, sounding a little guilty. She probably was about to say something.
Sam interrupted them. "Okay, look here are some ground rules. You guys must have one of us with you at all times...actually all of us should stick together anyway."
Everyone nodded; Tara chewed on her straw looking past all of them. "Well I wanna dance, so let's figure out where the fun is," she started towards the house and Sam looked at everyone apologetically, following after her.
Jake caught up and so did the rest.
"I'm not dancing," all the boys said practically in unison.
Allie giggled sipping on a drink Sam didn't even notice she had. She smiled too; at least that's what they thought...
"Okay," Sam shrugged and grabbed Allie and Jen's hand pulling them towards where Tara was already dancing. Sam noticed they were inside the house, it was a giant room with absolutely no furniture, and it was decorated with the same neon lights. There were also black lights which made Tara's teeth glow when she smiled at them.
"The boys said they weren't dancing," Jen explained as they got next to Tara. She smiled.
"Oh really? They will in a minute...," she grabbed Sam and started dancing with her in a way that would probably give Gram a heart attack. Sam tensed; she never really danced in her life...and definitely not like this.
"Relax, you look hot," Tara whispered into her ear. "Besides, they look like they really want to dance now," she said nodding in there direction. Sure enough they were standing stock still staring at the girls dancing, mouths agape. Even Allie was dancing very non-Allie like.
"Thanks by the way...," Tara said, sincerely.
Sam wrinkled her brows. "What for?"
"Trusting us," Tara said pausing for a minute. Sam stopped to and looked at Tara. Her eyes were a little too bright but she was smiling. "Not a lot of people do," she said shrugging. Sam smiled and hugged her.
"Jake don't interrupt the girl-on-girl action!" Sam looked back and saw Darrel and Jake standing by them. Jen punched Darrel and he held up his hands in surrender. "Just kidding!"
Jake smiled slyly at Sam and hooked his arm around her waist. "Mind if I cut in?" He asked Tara who shrugged, obviously not caring. She started dancing with Allie instead; she glanced at Sam and winked.
"I thought you didn't dance?" Sam said as she started to move her body with his.
"You shouldn't assume things," he said teasingly. It was so unlike Jake that it made Sam giggle. But as they continued dancing Sam was shocked to find that Jake was comfortable...and quite good at dancing. She found herself getting lost into the music and Jake's body, forgetting about everyone else.
Her insides started to dance along with her and she turned her back to Jake, who placed his hands on her waist, his fingers touching bare skin. Her cheeks flushed, her mind told her she should probably stop, but her body didn't want to.
"Ow!" Someone whistled at them and Sam jumped away from Jake.
"Cowgirl and cowboy can dance," Tara said grinning wickedly. Sam was kind of thankful she had interrupted though, because one more minute dancing with him she probably would have mauled him on the dance floor. What would her father say...?
"I need a drink...," Sam said excusing herself, out of breath. She found another party server in the house by the bathroom, she was carrying around a tray of drinks and Sam grabbed one, guzzling it down. She coughed and the waitress glanced at her.
"What is this?" She asked, coughing again.
The waitress smiled, amused. "Champagne."
Oops.
The girl walked away and Sam put the glass down on a nearby table. She turned, startled to find Jake behind her. He stepped up to her and grabbed her, kissing her hard. Sam was surprised at first, but quickly began kissing him back eagerly. They back up against a wall and Jake pressed her against it. She pulled away for a breath before jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist and going in for more. Jake's hands slid up her stomach and played at the hem of her bra. She felt dizzy and like her body was on fire, her head buzzed and but somewhere inside was screaming for more. She moaned, and Jake pressed himself against her even more.
"Samantha?"
It was like a cold bucket of water had been dumped on her head, she quickly untangled herself from Jake landing on the floor unsteadily. Rachel stared at her smirking. Sam face felt hot and her breath was short and fast.
"Wassup?" Her voice came out high pitch and nervous. "Uh...happy birthday."
Rachel smirk grew. "Thanks...I was just going to use the bathroom but if you two need it then I can wait," she giggled and Sam shook her head quickly.
"Um, no that's okay," she stood awkwardly the silence dragging out before she finally ducked out of the hallway and back towards the party, flustered.
What the hell just happened?
