Sam was surprised at how nervous she was. As she checked herself in the mirror for the millionths time, she reminded herself that this was just Dylan, just the boy she'd known for her whole life. Why were her hands shaking?

Because there was so much riding on this date. Not only was she hoping it would show her whether he could be more to her than 'just Dylan', but she was relying on it hopefully getting back to Trevor. She didn't have the guts to come out and tell Trevor how she felt about him, but maybe this date would make him realize that he felt something for her. Even if it was just possessiveness or jealousy, she'd take it. Something was better than nothing.

When he knocked, she grabbed her jacket (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=29191310) off the bed and opened the door, hiding her shaking hands under it.

"Aren't I always on time?"

A huge grin spread across Dylan's face when he noticed her shirt. He couldn't help but feel a swell of feral pride at it. It may have been subtle to people who didn't know them, but to him, it was huge. It was almost a sign of ownership, that he'd won, and it put him in an even better mood than before.

"You look great," he smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Diggin' the shirt."

Taking her hand, Dylan walked with her to the motor pool where he'd already signed out a car for the afternoon. It was a regular, normal car, unlike the modified garbage truck Red's team used as a mobile command. He hoped his dad wasn't around, watching, as he opened the passenger door for Sammy.

She couldn't help but smile. She'd known he'd like it.

"For some reason it reminded me of you." She smirked and walked with him, looking around as they went, hoping they'd pass Trevor. She realized too late that she should have somehow arranged for him to be around. At least she'd have another chance when they came back to change for the second part of the date.

As she climbed into the car she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She reached over to unlock his side before he could get around the car, not realizing the doors were automatic and already open. Stupid.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're going yet?"

"Nope." Dylan grinned and started the car. "Trust me. You'll like it."

They'd always liked going to Coney Island in the past. It was a place to hang out and have fun without any pressure or expectations. They could just be themselves without any kind of outside influence. About half an hour later, he pulled into the parking lot at the amusement park and smiled at her.

"Surprise."

She'd figured out where they were headed the second they went over the bridge into New York. Still, she had to give him credit, it was a great idea. Not only did Coney Island hold a lot of memories for them, but it was a place designed for happiness. They could relax and walk around, or ride the coaster and scream out their nervousness. It was genius.

As they pulled up into the parking lot, she found herself practically jumping out of the car, ready to go.

"This is perfect! I haven't been here in years."

Once the car was parked, Dylan got out and walked around to open the door for Sammy. Yeah, he knew he probably didn't have to, but still. He couldn't help breathing in a lungful of air. It was still a bit cool, but not too bad. With his heightened sense of smell, he could pick up the scents of cotton candy and popcorn from the boardwalk, the smell of the ocean beyond that, and the light fragrance that was all Sammy.

"So, what do you want to do first?" he asked with a smile.

She thought about it for a moment as she put her jacket on. This early in the year, the coaster wouldn't be running yet. That was a shame, but there was still plenty to do.

"Fortune teller." She grinned mischievously. As a child she'd loved visiting the gypsy in her tent with pretty colored scarves hanging from the walls. Every time the fortune was different, of course, but it was still entertaining.

"Gawd, really?" Dylan rolled his eyes. "Why not just get Jack to tell you?"

He was teasing, of course. If that's what Sammy wanted to do, then that's what they'd do. Needless to say, he was more of a bumper-cars and carnival-games kinda guy. Besides, he'd learned from all his time-bouncing that the past was history, the future could get screwed, and that the present was where it was at.

Sam bumped him with her shoulder as they walked. "It's about possibility, doofus. If I get Uncle Jack to tell me what happens, then all the mystery is gone."

She lightly hooked her arm in his, getting a little closer as the breeze blew again. It was chillier than she'd expected.

"Besides, I want to see the look on your face when she says that you're not the right man for me."