There was a very strange boy outside of my door.

He stood half an inch over my head, sported a black band t-shirt labeled "Misfits," and faded jeans. There was something weird about him, I tell you, maybe it was because he was talking really fast.

"andmyfriend'scar... broke down too, can they... hang inthatlittleranch, yard thing'ma'bob you have here, partner?"

I looked at him, "I'm not a cowboy."

"Oh, well I kind of... Since you live on a mini ranch here..."

"Look whoever you are-"

"-Sam."

"Okay, Sam... give me one good reason why I should let you, and your friends stay on my lawn." I crossed my arms, and leaned against the doorframe.

"Because you're a real good person, you're very amiable, and love letting strangers stay on your lawn for three months."

"Three months!" I gaped at him, was this guy crazy? "Are you kidding me?"

First of all, this guy is bold. He, a complete stranger, comes to my house asking me if him, and his friends can stay on my lawn, my lawn! And then he says he wants to stay for three months, I mean really, this guy is pressing his luck. What would my neighbors say?

Wait a minute, I'm an hour away from town. Shit.

"I don't have the money to-"

"-No worries, the Aut-WE!" He laughed nervously, and scratched his cheek all the while he was talking. "We have money, yeah. We'll buy what we need from the town up ahead, but we just need a place to crash, ya' know? Campsite, a campsite."

"Dude, you okay?"

Sam looked like the kind of kid to be on some kind of special prescription, if you know what I mean. He was really jumping, and that didn't sit with me very well, but I could tell that he was a could good, just by the way he was trying so hard.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He looked away for a moment, his cheeks reddening under my intense gaze. "Getting stared at by a cute stranger just makes me nervous, does that make sense, does it? And I sound more stupid now don't I?"

He sighed, brushing a hand through his short black hair, then stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Alright."

I stared behind Sam, into my front lawn, which was as green as ever. It was half the size of a football field, if I let those cars inside my lawn they would completely destroy it. But then again, I would have something to do in three months; there isn't much to do around here.

There was a long dirt path that connected my backyard to the main road on the left side of my house, and that was pretty much it. I usually parked my car in the back so having this guys friends in the front wouldn't be a problem.

If they don't cause problems, it's alright with me.

I swear Sam's eyes lit up as if I'd cured him of an incurable disease. He hugged me, and I was a bit surprised.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." His hands cupped his mouth, and yelling back he said, "Alright guys you can stay here for tonight! You're welcome!"

I peeked behind him, and saw four cars roll up into my yard, and I remember thinking, "what the hell," when I saw a blue, red-yellow flamed freightliner pull onto the grass, then an ambulance, a yellow Camaro, and a black truck. Was this some sort of vacation, because the average teenager only had the capability of owning a run-down beater.

It was seven in the afternoon, it was still sunny out, and I really wanted to get back inside, and finish watching "10,000 B.C." because Tik'Tik was dying, and I wanted to know what was going to happen. I hesitated, seeing Sam's tired face, and my friendly side took over.

"You guys want to come in or something?"

"Oh, I, uh... Lemme' ask..."

Sam sped off the porch, and stood in front of the cars, speaking to them. No one got out of the car, seriously. "Weird kid, weird friends." I smiled when Sam shot me a grin.

"Guess it's just me!"

Guess they're a shy bunch, the lot of them, wouldn't blame them...they don't know me. I turned towards the inside of my home, and let Sam in, just before I closed it I waved to his friends. The yellow Camaro flickered its headlights, I tilted my head in curiosity, but dismissed any ideas, and went inside.

"Nice place." Sam ran his fingers over the black leather couch facing the TV, and took a seat. The TV was frozen on the scene seconds after Tik'Tik had been stabbed by an Egyptian guard from behind in the sand dunes. "10,000 B.C.?"

I nodded happily, this guy knew which movie this was! I like him already, not a lot of people remember this movie, and a lot of people haven't even watched it. "Yeah! Damn, not a lot of people know though. When I'm in town, I try to tell people about movies I have seen, but they don't know what the heck I'm talking about!"

"It's like they live under rocks, right?"

I was getting very comfortable with Sam, and it had only been about twenty minutes. He liked movies, and I liked movies, that's all we need, this is how friends start off though, right? "Ah, by the way, my name is Mary, Mary Ramirez."

I took a seat on the couch across from Sam, and put my legs on top of the coffee table, while I turned my head to the left to get a good view of the screen. On the screen, D'Leh was running towards Tik'Tik, trying to get him to stand, but to no avail.

The TV sat atop of an old-fashioned wooden cabinet, since pa' though "those modern glass boxes," would be too dangerous for a eleven year old. He had cared for me even though he wasn't my real dad, but I loved them, and the same went for ma'.

When I was small, about eight years old, I was in a small town named Julian, and it was snowing. My cheeks were flushed, and I wore a thick pink jacket, gloves snow boots, and a blue beanie. I didn't know where I was then, there were thick pine trees decorated with ice crystals that gave them an elegant appearance, there were people laughing, talking, and riding pieces of plastic over the snow banks.

I remember looking back, and seeing two figures behind those trees. (I think they were my real parents, but I only remembered them as big black blurs.) The figures were tall, and fat, and made hand movements at me, gesturing me to play in the snow with the other children. I had done what they said, and tried to talk to them, but they couldn't understand me.

I would say, "Can I play?" and they would look at me, and say nothing. So I would try again, this time a little slower, "Can...I...play?" but they would ignore me as I repeated myself the next four times. I had then had enough, and started crying, and that's when the two figures came running at me, their forms so worried they shook the ground with their steps.

They picked me up, and it felt like I was flying, but the feeling was cut short when the children had started to scream. "It's okay, it's okay!" I would yell to them, but they would not listen.

Then there was the second memory, the time I had met the Ramirez family(my ma' and pa'). I was about ten years old, and had grown about 2 inches, now measuring five feet. I had felt unusually heavy that day, it was different than the time in the Julian memory.

When the family had opened the door to my real parents, they looked into the eyes of the two figures, their eyes warm and welcoming. The greeted each other, laughed, and comforted each other. The only thing that was weird about this memory was that it was all done outside, never did they invite us inside, and my real parents were never offended, it was probably something they did often(from what I could conclude from the memory). And the only other weird part was when it came to the time we had to sleep, instead of sleeping inside of the house, the two figures led me into a large shed, and that was where we slept.

The last most confusing memory, was probably a month after the second memory because we were still in the home of the Ramirez family. One of the figures came up to me, while my heavy self was playing in the back yard, and grasped my shoulders firmly. The figure was shaking slightly, and when the figure embraced me, the other figure embraced me from behind. I had no idea what was going on, but at the moment in the memory, I had felt scared.

The one from behind spun me around, and spoke to me in a low voice, "Mary, it will be in Julian, okay?" And then suddenly I felt light again.

What did that mean? I don't know, and I still don't.

The last thing I remember from that event was going up to the Ramirez's, hugging them, and turning around to look for the figures, only to meet nothing. They had left me, the figures had left me. My parents.

"-ey Mary. Are you alright?" Sam asked, shaking my shoulder softly.

I back away quickly, his face was too close for comfort. "Yeah? What's up, what happened?"

"You were all spaced out, and I wanted to ask if you had any blankets or something, 'cuz... I forgot to bring mine." He smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah I got some, wait here." I turned before I headed to the closet. "Your friends need any?"

"N'ah I was the only one who forgot!" He replied rather quickly, laughing afterwards.

I smiled, this guy is too much.

I walked from the living room and into the hallway that was to the side of the couch I was sitting on. It wasn't long before I reached the end, where my washing machine was. Next to it sat the towels behind the closet door. I bent down, grabbed a light blue queen-sized blanket, and headed back.

"Here you go."

"Ah thanks." He headed for the door. "Talk to you tomorrow?"

"It's only 8:45, Sam." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"I only slept 4 hours yesterday, sleeping early will do me good."

"Okay, well night!"

"Night." He closed the door, careful not to slam it, and I proceeded to lock it.

I walked over to the old wooden cabinet that held my TV, and opened the small door it had on the left side, scanning the movie cases from above I saw one that I hadn't seen in a while. "Well, well, well. How you doin' Gerard Butler?"

I popped open the "Law-Abiding Citizen" case, and inserted it into my DVD player. I took the DVD player remote, and plopped myself back onto the couch I was sitting on before, but now I was laying on it.

Even though there were complete strangers outside of my house, it was going to be a nice night.