Sam's cabin was totally perfect. No, really. When we walked through the woods and into the small clearing it was nestled in, I couldn't help but smile. Instead of being made from logs, like I thought, it was covered in simple wooden shingles. They were dark and weathered and I just loved the look of them. Steps led up to the small porch, which was bare, except for fire wood and two rocking chairs.

Small raindrops had started to fall as we neared Sam's home, and I was glad we were about to be able to sit down, where I could snuggle up in my blanket.

I started walking ahead of Sam and tumbled up the steps and into a rocker. He grinned at me as he followed and pointed accusingly.

"That's my chair, but I supposed I can let the sick girl have it, just this once."

"How kind of you." I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

This was nice, definitely. It started to rain harder and I moved a little where I would start to rock. This reminded me of nights spent at my grandmothers house when I was younger. The only differences were that her house was nothing like this cabin and I was usually alone.

We both sat quietly for a few minutes before I finally spoke up. Yeh, that's me, always the one to break the silence.

"I really like your cabin." It came out more quietly than I had thought it would, but that couldn't be helped. For some reason, I felt like I was telling him a secret, something he didn't already know.

"Thank you." he responded, just as quietly. "I haven't really changed anything about it since it became my own."

"Who's was it before?" I asked, curious as ever.

"Some of my family." he replied simply.

"Woah, calm down boy. You wouldn't wanna spill too much info."

"There's that sarcasm again." he said, glancing over at me. "You're so nosy."

"No way!" I replied, sitting up straighter in the chair. "You're just stubborn. People usually open up to me a little more than you are willing to." I stuck my toungue out at him and he laughed.


"I can be." I replied, sighing. Confidence, plus looking like I had been sick for a month and a half, did not go together.

"Do you really want me to open up to you?" Samuel asked. He eyes stayed forward when I looked at him and I suddenly felt bad.

A flash of lightening lit up the sky and thunder rolled into the clearing with us and the cabin.

"I don't wanna know anything you don't wanna tell me." I said. And deep down, I meant it. Sure, I wanted to know everything, but knowing everything is much more satisfying when the person telling you is telling you because they trust you and want you to know.

We once again lapsed into silence and I closed my eyes. The wind started to blow slightly and I let the mist from the rain flow onto the porch and hit my cheeks. I could hear the sound of Samuel's chair squeaking and hitting the floorboards of the porch as he rocked. I opened my eyes and just stared at him.

He was so gorgeous. Everything about him was just undeniably amazing. His head was leaned back like mine had been seconds before and his hands were clasped together across his stomach. I could tell he was breathing deeply by the way his chest moved up and down. His beautiful chest. I would give anything to be able to run my hands over that chest and not have him care.

If not his chest, I could settle for his hair. The way it fell around his face was more than I could stand. It was long, but not too long, a little shaggy and a sun-kissed brown with...well, I could go on and on, but I had to stop staring sometime!

Not that I wanted to. If it was up to me, I would have demanded he keep his eyes closed for the next hour and allowed me to get as close as I could to examine his amazing-ness.

Unfortunately, he opened his eyes and looked towards me just as I was turning away. How awful would it have been if he had caught me gazing lovingly in his direction.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you." he said, going back to our conversation. "I just never tell people anything. I'm not exactly secretive, I'm just private."

I nodded my head. "I get what you're saying. Really, I'd rather know something because you WANTED to tell it than having to force it out of you."

"Like you could." he replied.

"Totally could."

"How can you be so sure?" he asked, turning his chair more towards mine. "I bet when we first met, you were sure that I would open up easily to you, like everyone else."

"I don't know.." I said honestly. "I'm not sure I thought you would open up to me, but I was sure I wanted you to..know what I mean? I'm not certain about everything, but when I want to be, I'm always right."

"Always right.." Samuel repeated.

"Is that so hard to believe?" I laughed.

"In a way." he answered. "I guess you're just not like the other girls I've met."

"Oh, don't start talking about them." I joked. "The green eyed monster may take the place of sickly little Lorelai."

Sam laughed that beautiful laugh of his and I wondered if he knew that I had meant what I'd said. If he had started to talk about all his past girlfriends, I would have had a little freak out, even with a runny nose.

"You crack me up, Wade." he said.

"That's what I'm here for."

"I feel like this summer camp session is taking forever to end. It usually goes my really quickly, but this year, it's different." Sam told me.

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"I guess not.." he said, trailing off. "To be honest, I think you are the reason it's dragging out."

I raised an eyebrow at him and tried to look menacing. "Thanks."

"I just meant that I usually don't make friends at the camp, therefore, I don't spend quite as much time there."

"And I'm guessing I'm the oh-so-wonderful friend you have made at the camp?"

Sam nodded.

Of course, friend. That's what I wanted to be, right?

"Gah! I can't take this anymore!" I said, standing up and throwing my blanket in the chair. "I'm so sick of being sick. Let's do something!"

"Like what?" Sam said, laughing. "It's pouring rain and getting pretty late. There's nothing we can do."

"Use your imagination." I replied. "The possibilities are endless. We could swim across the lake and play basketball on the court at that big country club. We could go into town, sneak into the movie theater, and watch old black and white movies. We could go dancing--"

"Dancing?" Sam interrupted. "There's no place to go dancing around here."

"We could hitch hike, then." I suggested.

"Well, we wouldn't need to hitch hike. I have a truck."

Was he seriously considering this?

"You wanna go dancing with me?" I asked.

"Maybe." he responded, halfway listening. "But, not now. Not tonight."

"Scared?" I asked.

"Yeh, of getting sick!" he said.

"Oh, right. I guess that's a small problem."

"Look," he said, once he saw the look on my face. "Once you're better and things at camp have started to return to normal, we'll go dancing."

"Are you kidding me?" I questioned. "I would never in a million years have thought that you would consider sneaking off and driving miles away just to go dance."

"I don't know.."he replied. "I kinda like the thought of getting away."

Sorry it's been so long since I updated. College and everything that goes along with it controls my life now. I'm also sorry for the lame chapter I just posted, but every story has to have chapters that help move the story along. In the next chapter, Lorelai and Sam will definitely be going dancing and...some stuff happens :P Thanks for reading and reviewing!