A/N: Story based on song "Run Devil Run" by Ke$ha. ;D by the way, I highly recommend you listen to the songs while reading the story even if you've heard it before. It sets the story's mood and helps get in character. P.S. YES, I used Boulder, CO because of 3OH!3. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy Keyes or the song.

Story summary: Sammy, or "Sam", has changed a lot after her move. Now she is back, and her friends see her as a completely different person. Throughout the story, Sammy attempts to use a "re-makeover" plan and slowly she reforms into the old Sammy she was, yet, she has still changed in many ways.

Age/Rating: T-- and if you honestly don't care and your parents don't either, there is no way for me to stop you.

Staring out the window of the car, I tried to think back on how I even ended up in this stupid mess anyway. I looked back at my dad, his hands gripping the steering wheel and his face stern and solemn. I put my hand on the cold, beige, leather handle of my dad's BMW. Pushing a black button, I lowered the window.

"Samantha." my dad said. "Close the window."

I ignored him and stuck my head out the window.

"Samantha!" Dad scolded. "Get your head back here!"

I rolled my eyes and kept on ignoring him. If I was going to be in this stupid mess anyway I may as well make the best of it.

"SAM!"

"What?" I turned to look at him. "What is it, dad?"

"Close the window!"

I huffed and pushed the black button once more as the window slowly slid up, inch by inch sealing away everything I had become, everyone I had known, and trapping me into a place where I used to belong but suddenly didn't. At a point I could handle where I was. But now I didn't fit.

What would they remember me as? The young, adventurous boyish girl that they used to know me as? Or what I had become after I had left?

"Dad, I don't think I can do this." I breathed in the scent of leather and rubber.

My dad, who rarely ever gave me advice said, "You'll be fine. You're sixteen years old. It's only been thee years."

"Well, three years was enough for me to change this much." I said. "What if everyone else has also changed?"

"They haven't. I'm sure."

"How can you be so sure? You changed a lot too." I said.

"Don't talk about that." my former drug-dealing father snapped. "It's over, Sam. I messed you up. I'm sorry."

"Yeah." I said, about the drugs I had taken thank to my dad. "You should be. And I'm not messed up. I'm fine!"

"I was the reason for everything that happened to you back in Boulder."

"What-ev-er." I sighed. "I already miss Cam."

"He was an idiot." Dad said, "The worst influence you could ever have."

I rolled my eyes and snapped my gum. "And you weren't the worst influence of a father, huh?"

"I said, don't talk about that!"

"Then don't insult Cam!" I said. "It wasn't easy breaking up with him!"

Dad pulled onto a driveway. "We are here! Back in Santa Martina, California! Aren't you happy?"

I looked out the window. Why did I recognize this place? Oh yeah. Hudson. I tried not to think about that day. It didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was that I would never be sitting on Hudson's porch again.

I opened the door and stepped out, my tattered messenger bad slung over my shoulder. "Can I leave now?"

Dad shook his head when he came over to my side. "Get inside and put your stuff away. Pick any room."

I went inside my new house and up the stairs. There was two average sized bedrooms and one master bedroom. I walked into the master bedroom. This was my room. I looked at the stripped bed, the empty dresser and the open closet. The door to the bathroom was also opened.

Dad walked in behind me. "You want this room?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's mine."

He shrugged. "I'll take the basement. It looks just like our old apartment anyway. Just like home." he sighed and then said, "The movers put all your stuff in the hall." and he walked out.

I headed into the hall and began to pull my boxes into my room.

The first thing I unpacked was my laptop. I ripped open the box with my laptop and yanked out the charger. I put it on charge in an empty corner of my room where there was an outlet and then began to unpack the rest.

An hour or so later, my dad came in and said, "I just spoke to your mother. She said she and Warren Acosta set everything up. Your friends will be here in half an hour."

"What!" I said. Warren Acosta! Casey Acosta's dad! Casey? What would he think of me?

What did I care anyway? Besides, I loved Cam. I think. I kind of missed Cam's sarcastic sense of humor and how he used to call me the sweetest and strangest things ever...although he was stoned most of the time he did.

Half an hour later..

I heard my dad's voice downstairs. "She's upstairs." and other people chattering. What the hell! How many people had come? I was just expecting only three or four!

My door opened and I heard female voice. "Sammy? Sammy...!" Marissa stood in the doorway, in a plaid miniskirt and a light pink polo. She looked so different. He hair was open and much lighter (had she died her hair like I had died mine?) and it was in loose wavy curls.

Behind her came in Holly, Casey, Billy, and Danny.

Why Danny? Did Marissa still like him? If this was a text message, I would be all WTF!

"Sam...my?" Casey breathed. They all stood gawking.

"I go by Sam." I said. Sam and Cam. Sam and Cam.

SamandCam. SamandCam. I missed Cam. If I were back in Boulder, he would make me feel better. He'd pass me his cigarette and I would take on hit of pot or whatever he was smoking at the moment then pass it back and say, "No thanks. I think I need to lie down."

"Want me to come...?" he'd over, all breathy, and smoke would puff out of his mouth, swirling all around my face. I missed him. Why in the world did I have to leave?

"You call yourself Sam now?" Billy asked. He looked older, too. His hair was shouder-length, though. Strange. Danny had some strange football-player buzz cut, and was dressed all preppy-and-polo like Marissa.

Casey looked the same but so different. His hair had grown out, but not as long as Billy's. Just very shaggy and messy. It had darkened, but it looked like it had naturally darkened. He was taller, much taller, and so much more muscular. His eyes were still chocolatey brown. Amazing. He was wearing dark, baggy pants and a simple plain white t-shirt. So casual. So much older and hotter than I had remembered.

I had to look away, because I had changed the most out of all of them. I was wearing baggy dark jeans that were so completely trashed and ripped that it looked like I had been in some freak accident. I had a dark purple-ish/navy-ish tight tank top on and my arm had million wrist bands practically up to my elbow, all for different causes. (Cancer, Breast Cancer, Help This-Cause and That-Cause, etc). I had died my hair much darker (not black, though) and my friend from Boulder, Lindsee, had taught me how to put my eyeliner real thick and everything. At first I never liked it, but Cam really liked it all, and persuaded me to keep on wearing this all, and I guess I was still wearing it and putting it on because of habit.

"You look so different!" Holly, who had also changed a lot, said. Holly was wearing a SMHS track-and-field t-shirt and gray shorts. Her hair was really short, and Marissa's was really long, whereas mine was in a choppy side-band sort of cut shoulder-length. Cam and his friends had done it to me, apparently while I was passed out on his couch. They had done a lot more, which was the reason why we had moved, and I'm not getting to into that right now.

Even though Cam had been horrible to me that one day, I felt like all the other day he had been great. He had (tried) to listen to me when I needed to talk to someone, and he had.... When I thought about it now, what had Cam ever done to me? Besides trying to get me stoned, high, drunk, etc, all the time..?

"I know I do." I said, shrugging. "Like it?"

No one said anything.

"You look like a--" Danny began, but Billy elbowed him.

I rolled my eyes and decided I'd finally open Cam's goodbye present. He had told me not to open it in the car. I took out the box from my messenger bag. It was the size of a tissue box, only a little more square. I uncapped the top of the black box and dumped it. At least five packs of cigarettes tumbled out of the box onto my bed. I just sat and stared for a moment, wide eyed. Then I shoved them all back in the box and thrust the box back into my bag.

"You smoke?" Marissa asked.

"Not really." I said. The truth was, I didn't. The only time I ever did was when I was with Cam. Hmm.. That was a lot.

Well, Cam was gone from my life. I would not even think about using those cigarettes. I needed to get rid of them, soon, or else I might even be tempted.

"What are you guys doing just standing there? Get comfortable, sit down, etcetera." I said. "Jesus."

They all looked really uncomfortable, when Casey said, "So... How was Colorado?"

I shrugged. "Fine. People are different there."

My dad entered the room and smirked. "Yeah. They all do drugs and people get raped every night."

"They do not!" I said, defensively."Fine, they are all druggies but they do not get raped every night! Fuck off, dad!"

Dad said, "Well, you made the stupid mistake of drinking until you were out and having people do all that crap to you."

"Whatever." I grumbled.

"And you actually called him your boyfriend. All he did was get you stoned and drunk, then take you home every night and you'd be locked in your bathroom throwing up the whole next day."

"Dad--"

"I didn't say anything at first because I was worse than you, but really. You shouldn't be smoking and drinking and taking drugs in a room full of boys, Sam. Especially if your the only girl.

"I wasn't smoking! OR on drugs!" I protested.

"Were you...?" he raised an eyebrow. "That's not what Cam told the police."

"What?" I cried out. "Dad, I admit I do--I did do all that but not that certain night! Cam invited me over, remember? Then all his friends showed up! It's not like I knew four other freaks were going to show up!"

"Sam, the police found you completely passed out, they found out that you were on weed at the moment and they found cigaretted all around you. Cam's friend took off and Cam's whole apartment was searched, while you were in the hospital."

"So? Cam made me--"

"Cam made you what!" Dad snapped. "It was your own decision to have been hanging around Cam anyway! It's your fault what they did!"

"Who cares? He loved me," I complained, but secretly deep down I knew he hadn't loved me. Especially after I found out what he had done that night. Like he though he could get away with hurting me? And he even cut my hair like this! Later he had told me, "It's my way to 'mark' you, Sam. Now when you look into the mirror, you'll remember me." he grinned. "Usually I do this to mark my girlfriends--" and he had pulled out a pocketknife. "--I either slash their face or hand while they're passed out, so whenever they look there they see the scar. They remember me. But you were too cute to cut." he smiled.

At the moment I had thought he was soooo sweet to call me 'too cute to cut'. Now I look back and realize what a messed up guy he really was.

After my dad left, I turned to my 'friends'. "Please ignore him. He has no idea what he's talking about."

"Is that a tattoo?" Billy all of a sudden asked, pointing to my shoulder.

I actually laughed. "No. My friend Maddee wrote that with Sharpie. I keep on tracing it over for fun so it stays." It said, !Livefordeath! In purple Sharpie. The reason all my friends' names were spelled like "Maddee" or "Lindsee" was because they thought whoever was friends with them should have a name like that and start spelling it like that. That made me Sammee. I hated that, so they called me Sam instead.

Danny took a seat against the wall. "Dude. What happened? You're, like, emo."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't know the definition of emo. Emo is when someone is seriously depressed and hurts themselves and stuff. Not necessarily, but you get the gist."

Marissa took a seat next to me. "You're insane." she whispered. "What happened?"

I began to laugh. "You guys are acting like I'm like a totally new person. I'm still me!"

Casey sat on my other side. "Well, you've definetly changed."

That pissed me off. A lot! First, he was dressed almot the same. Baggy jeans, plain top. What the hell? And second, they had also changed a lot too!

"Excuse me, you guys have also changed." I rolled my eyes.

He smirked. "How so?"

So he was still the same, the way he acted. I tried to not look in his eyes. "Well, you guys look different."

Marissa laughed. "Well of course. But you not only look different, you act it."

"No I don't!" I protested. "I'm the same. Right?"

Holly shook her head, "The Sammy we remember didn't smoke, drink, or do drugs."

What the hell hell hell hell hell hell?

"I DO NOT FUCKING GO DRUGS AND I DO NOT SMOKE. DAMMIT." I said loudly, "Don't you understand? My boyfriend made me."

"No 'boyfriend' would do that." Casey said. I turned to face him.

"How would you know? Do you have a girlfriend?"

He hesitated, then answered. "No. I don't date too much."

"He's a psycho." Billy defined. "He doesn't like girls."

Casey glared at him. "I do. I just don't like the ones I know."

"You're not gay?" I asked him, smirking like he had been earlier.

"No, definetly not." Casey smirked back. "I think you'd know."

"What?"

Danny interrupted. "Yeah. Casey's like, made outwith fifty different girls but he never asks them out. Player."

"Oh shut up." Casey said, "I don't do anything. They're all over me remember?"

"Don't need to be self-centered." Danny grinned.

Casey flicked him off.

Danny flicked him off back.

"Anyway..." Marissa said, then swatted Danny to tell him to stop. With the way she was swatting him, it was obvious they were dating.

"What about you?" I asked Billy. "Do you date?"

Billy nodded. "I do, but not at the moment."

We all sat sort of awkwardly for a while when Billy said, "So! I should go now." he sort of shuffled out.

Danny kissed Marissa and said, "Yeah. I need to get home. Bye."

Holly nodded. "I have a test tomorrow..." and she said bye and they left.

Marissa and Casey left.

"So.." Casey said. "Wanna go to mall? You probably haven't been there in forever."

I shrugged. "I'm not sure..." and before I knew it, they were dragging my baggy-jeanned butt to the mall.

"Don't you totally love this!" Marissa picked up a ring in Forever 21. "Too bad I don't have enough money at the moment."

I shrugged. "Just take it."

Casey and Marissa both just stared at me. "You shoplift?" Casey asked.

"Look, I don't shoplift." I said. "It's just that my friends used to do it back home and I never thought it was that big of a deal."

Marissa shook her head. "You've really changed."

I sighed and turned to look in a full-body mirror, with Casey right beside me. "Am I really that different?" I asked Casey.

He nodded. "You're a totally different person. It's weird to see you like this, Sammy."

"I wish I wasn't like this." I told him. "I don't even like the makeup. I think the jeans are fine for me, but this top sucks and I just want to wash the Sharpie off now. And the stupid black nailpolish my friend told me. Ugh."

"You totally need a re-makeover." Marissa came up from behind me. "Well, we should totally change you back. You know, change your clothes, hair, etcetera."

Casey grinned. "You know, we really should."

I eyed Marissa in the mirror. "You're serious? That would take a lot of work. Besides, Casey..I thought you'd hate me 'cause I..you know."

He took my hand. "You know, I don't know why but I understand why you did it. I think. It was because of your boyfriend right?"

"Yeah. We broke up." I sighed. "I really did think he loved me. Until..."

"Until what?" he asked, but I pulled my hand away from him and turned to face Marissa. "So when do we start this "re-makeover?"

A/N: This is an insane story, oh well, I need to let it out. I'm so sorry for the delays on Another Heart Calls and Nothing Personal, I hate it when someone doesn't finish their stories in like three years, so you probably do to. I wouldn't do that. I'll finish AHC and NP by July, I promise. :) THIS story is going to be a side-filler. For fun. Just for the long wait to October 11th. Please review. I know it sucks, but if you want to tell me it sucks then go ahead. Just remember, I'm not a vampire. Ha-ha. Knee-slapper.