En fait, juste par principe, Sam la déteste. Cela peut paraître ridicule, puérile et incompréhensible mais Sam voue une petite vengeance à Elia. Pourtant les deux jeunes femmes ne se connaissent que de vue, le seul lien qu’elles aient en commun est le frère de Sam. Ce dernier, fort amoureux de la pilote, s’est retrouvé larguée du jour au lendemain, le cœur brisé après quelques mois qui lui avait semblé un pur bonheur partagé. Depuis, il a quitté Hawaii afin de tenter d’oublier la jeune femme tout en s’éloignant également de sa sœur jumelle, qui elle en a pris un grand coup. Aujourd’hui, son frère est au plus mal et, le fait qu’il soit loin d’elle, ne conforte pas Sam dans l’idée qu’Adsen puisse passer à autre chose très vite. Elle le vit très mal, et c’est pourquoi, manquant de moyen Sam utilise la seule arme qu’elle possède en sa possession pour le moment afin de rendre sa vengeance à Elia : Jax, son cousin. [à venir]

Ils ne se connaissent pas et pourtant tout semble jouer en faveur de leur fatale rencontre. Il est vrai que la première approche du jeune homme a donné des sueurs froides à la jolie blonde. C’est au cours d’une soirée qu’il tente une approche assez grossière vers Sam, elle de son côté, habituée à des courtisans polies et à la bourse pleine, rejeta le beau militaire avec une arrogance et un air hautain dont elle seule à le secret. Certes, il a belle allure, une bouille à faire tomber toutes les femmes comme des fruits mûrs mais très peu pour mademoiselle Queensberry qui exècre les hommes qui se disent conquérant de toutes les donzelles sans avoir à se salir les mains ! Quelle garce quand on pense à comment elle lui a répondu ! Pourtant quelques jours plus tard, au cours d’une énième nuit de beuverie, elle apprend par un ami de la base que son cher prétendant dévergondé de l’autre soir n’est autre que le cousin d’Elia. Sam sourit et y voit de suite un nouvel avantage tourné en sa faveur. Faire pâlir l’ex de son frère qui lui a brisé le cœur, et donc jouer avec son cousin, le rendre dingue d’elle pour ensuite le jeter aux oubliettes, histoire de rendre la pareille à cette femme en jouant avec ses propres règles. Puis, aussi charmant soit-il, ce n’est qu’un mal pour un bien ! [à venir]

Matthew River. Le nom était inscrit sur la liste des personnes dans un état grave de l’hôpital. Sam venait régulièrement au centre médical depuis qu’elle apportait son aide auprès des associations caritatives. Elle aimait venir rendre visite aux plus démunis pour travailler aux côtés des infirmières qui sont souvent débordées et ne peuvent apporter l’aide psychologique dont certains ont besoin. Une fois, elle s’est arrêté devant la porte de cette chambre où un jeune soldat était plongé dans un coma depuis déjà un bon petit moment, on lui raconta son histoire et Sam s’en trouva plus que toucher. Il avait la vie devant lui, il semblait fort et vigoureux, un militaire que rien ne peut atteindre, et pourtant il était vulnérable dans ce lit froid relié par tous ces vulgaires fils. Sam n’avait pas pitié des gens, elle se refusait à montrer ce visage auprès des gens qui avaient justement besoin de respirer la vie. C’est presque naturellement qu’elle demanda comment elle pouvait aider cet homme à tenir. Une infirmière lui confia que, quelquefois, parler à des patients dans le coma pouvait favoriser le réveil. C’est ce qu’elle fit, elle lui lut toutes sortes de livres, d’articles de journaux, des blagues, des devinettes dont elle répondait biensûr seule mais cela rendait quelque chose de positif, du moins c’est ce qu’elle ressentit. Puis, un jour il se réveilla, elle stoppa net dans le couloir qui menait à sa chambre. Beaucoup de monde l’entourait ce jour-là, Sam décida de le laisser à ses retrouvailles, ravie d’avoir pu donner un peu de son temps pour lui. Certes, elle s’en trouva pas moins avec un manque le lendemain, car la jeune femme s’était habituée à ce patient muet. Quelques semaines plus tard, elle commandait un cappuccino dans son café préféré avant de partir travailler et cette fois elle se retrouva nez à nez avec lui, il avait reconnu sa voix. Drôle de coïncidence, presque déconcertant d’entendre cette voix enfin lui répondre et ses yeux dont elle s’était toujours demandé à quoi ils ressemblaient. [à venir]

Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.