A/N:

Hia guys! Okay, so here's another chapter! I don't really have much to say so… here you go. OH, one thing. I'm starting to like this story more than my other one now… so I might just work on this one for now. PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS. Thank you much. (Sorry for taking so long to update, lots going on.)

-Jules

Jesse POV:

Sam carefully wrapped his hand around the handle, hesitating before pulling open the glass door. We were hit by a wave of fresh air that I breathed it in greedily while stepping outside in a daze. I twirled around in a slow circle, examining the perimeter. We were surrounded by woods. I was guessing we weren't supposed to go in the woods but that didn't stop me from running right up to the edge of them, peering into the thick band of trees like I could see deep inside it. I stood on my tippy-toes, looking for a fence or some kind of barrier. I was about to step forward when I heard Sam gasp. I whipped around and saw him carefully cradling his hand, examining the woods. His eyes flickered up to mine.

"It zapped me. I was careful so it wasn't too bad but the… thing wasn't joking." He examined his hand before peering at the wall of forest like he could see an invisible wall. I turned back around and carefully stuck out my hand. I edged it closer and closer until a sharp zap snipped my arm. I yelped and leapt back.

"I told you." Sam laughed at me. I shot him a nasty glare before sauntering over to the middle of the lawn and laying down on my back, staring up at the sky. I heard Sam silently lay down next to me- close, but not touching. My heart thumped in my chest. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Sam broke the silence.

"I wonder if the sky is even real." He murmured. I felt his hand wrap around mine… strangely, I didn't seem to mind… It was comforting. Jesus, something must be wrong with me. I gripped his hand tightly as I gazed at the 'sky'. We lay out there for what felt like hours. When the sky started darkening I sat up and glanced at Sam. Usually he won't shut up. I nearly burst out laughing when I saw he was snoring softly, one hand laying lazily across his chest, the other gripping mine. I smiled sweetly before slipping my hand out of his and pushing myself to my feet. I stared at his peaceful face for a moment (creepily) before creeping back into the house. I flipped on the lamp light before shuffling to the bedroom.

When I found a bundle of blankets in the closet, I grabbed a couple and made my way back outside. I tossed one over Sam, carefully tucking it in around him. It was a fairly warm night thankfully. Not wanting to wake him, I lay about a foot away from him, bundling myself in the other blanket. I gripped its soft edges, staring up at the starry sky and praying for answers. I shut my eyes and lay my face on the soft grass. Right before I fell asleep I felt a soft kiss on my forehead and fingers intertwine with mine.

I woke up the next morning surprisingly warm. I forced my eyes open and yelped when I saw Sam's face inches from mine. He smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt heat rise in my cheeks and I glanced away. I sat up and stretched, pretending not to notice Sam glance at the strip of bare skin that showed under the hem of the wife beater. I pulled my hand from his- surprisingly upsetting to me. He sat up too, watching me carefully as if waiting for me to freak out.

"I'm not going to bite you." I mumbled, untangling myself from the blanket… blankets. I was wrapped in two. I looked up at him curiously and noticed he was blanketless.

"You were shivering last night and you needed it more than me." He shrugged like it was nothing. My heart swelled- it was both pleasurable and frightening. I couldn't like this guy, I barely knew him.

"Thanks. You know, there are more blankets inside." I raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled softly.

"Yeah but that was so far away." I grinned at his laziness. I was with him on that one. We sat there silently, looking at anything but each other. "So, wanna scavenge for food?" Sam peered at me and smiled when he saw my burst of happiness.

"You read my mind." I jumped to my feet, pulling Sam up with me. I scooped up the blankets and we walked inside.

Sam POV:

"Holy crap. These are the best pancakes ever!" I exclaimed. Jess laughed and shook her head, flipping the last few over. She has taken out her bun and her hair was now in curls down her back. "Erm, well, I think anyway." I bit the inside of my cheek, wondering if my mom or dad ever made pancakes for me. I wish I could remember something. I chewed thoughtfully while Jess sat across from me and silently ate her pancakes. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. My hand itched to do the same when it fell out of place again. I internally kicked myself- I will not like this girl. She's… well, a douche. A bipolar, psycho douche.

I laughed out loud and Jess cocked a brow at me. I smirked at her before pretending as if nothing happened. I wasn't going to lie; Jess was a pretty girl-woman- whatever. Her blue eyes contrasted greatly with her hair and her cheekbones were sharp and angular. She could be a model. That's when I realized I had been scrutinizing her face, my eyebrows furrowed in thought. Jess laughed at me and shook her head, her pearly white teeth peeking out from behind her full lips.

Snap out of it Sam.

Jesus, maybe I'm a hormonal teenager. But I looked older. I sighed and finished off my pancakes before standing up,

"I'm going to go shave." I said awkwardly before scampering off. I felt her blue eyes burning into my back as I walked away. Wow, I was being such a freak. I face-palmed myself as I locked the bathroom door. I pulled out a razor and shaving cream from the closet before beginning to shave off the scruff that was already growing back. Being a guy kinda sucked.

When I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally ran into Jess.

"Woah! Watch it hippie-man." She glanced at me and faux gasped. "Woah! Where'd the hippie go? Have you seen him? He looks just like you but-" I laughed and bumped her shoulder with mine.

"Shut up." She stuck her tongue out at me. I raised my eyebrows before scooping her up over my shoulder. She shrieked in surprised, feet kicking and fists pounding my back.

"Let go asshole! Put me down you motherfu-" I tossed her onto the bed. I laughed at her bewildered expression. Her eyes narrowed at me as I turned around to leave. Suddenly I felt her weight crash onto my back, arms wrapped around my neck and legs wrapped around my waist. I stumbled before catching myself and running.

"No! This was not my intention!" She yelled through her laughter. I ran outside, her bouncing against my back as I ran around. She was pretty light, much like her laughter. I turned my head to see her expression gleeful.

"Having fun?" She made a face at me before burying her face into my back. I could feel her laughter being muffled by my shirt, her warm breaths warming my skin. I tossed her onto the grass- gently- and plopped down next to her. When our laughter faded she scowled at me.

"That wasn't funny." She crossed her arms. What? Where did that come from? I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Liar." I stuck my tongue at her but she didn't miss a beat.

"Ass."
"Douche."

"Whore."

"Slut."

"Dick-ass."

"Bit- What the hell is a dick-ass?" I made a face at her, internally laughing. She bit her lip and smiled.

"Do you really want to know?" She challenged. I made a disgusted face before turning away from her.

"You're such a dude." I laughed when I felt her hit my arm. I faked hurt, clutching my heart and sniffling.

"That hurt my feelings." I wiped a pretend tear away. She rolled her eyes but grinned.

"That was the point. Dick-ass." She snorted at my confused expression.

Jess really was something else.