Just to clear up some misunderstandings: This is Sam x David. You might think it's Sam x OC, but it's not. Yes, there is a lot of OC (Original Characters), but, that's just my story, if you don't like it, I'm sorry. Please, no flames. I encourage advice or tips. I hope you like my story.

Warning: Rated T for; swearing, violence, gore, and teen romance. And OCs are in this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own All American Girl or Ready or Not.

Note: This is after Ready or Not, Sam's hair dye washed out and she's back to being a redhead.

~Reunion with Joey Quik~

After I got back from the White House that evening, all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I walked to my room and collapsed on my bed. I slowly dozed into sleep when,

Ring, Ring, RING

I slowly opened my eyes to see the time. 11:23. What. The. Heck. I groaned in annoyance. Seriously, who's calls someone at 11:23? I picked up my phone lazily and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said and yawned.

"Samantha?" a guys voice asked.

"Yes." I answered.

Dear God, I hope it's not another reporter. If it is, I might as well give up on sleeping.

"Good. Meet me at-" Aww man!

I sort of memorized the address. I can't believe that I'm actually going to meet a guy- that I probably don't even know- at 11:23 p.m. It just bugged me that how familiar he sounded.

"-And come quick, ok?" and with that said, he hung up and I will not be getting sleep.

I sat up, got out of bed, and walked to my closet. I changed into black jeans, T-shirt, and jacket. I slipped on my combat boots and crept out of my room. I grabbed some money out of our families money jar, and stuffed it in my pocket.

I quietly closed the door to my house and started to walk to the corner of my street. I let out a cold breath of air as my boots were making out sounds as it hit the pavement. I flipped my phone open and called taxi service to come pick me up. I could only think of one thing waiting.

What am I doing?

The taxi pulled up and I got in. I told him the address and soon enough, I couldn't even see my house anymore. I looked out my window and just stared.

"Do your parents know that you're doing this?" the driver asked me, looking through the review mirror.

"No." I answered simply.

I could tell the driver was on edge. Probably thinking I was running away from home or I robbed a house or something. You usually don't see a teenage girl, dressed in black, wanting to go somewhere in the middle of the night.

I stared out my window, watching as everything went by. Street lights flashing by, I couldn't figure out why I was even doing this. We were in town when the taxi came to a stop.

"$34.50" the driver said.

I grabbed the money I took out of the house, and gave it to him. The taxi drove away and I just stood there and watched. As soon as the taxi was out of sight, I turned around and looked at the street.

The street gave me the creeps. It was really shady. All the shops were closed and only street lights were the way I could see anything. I was going to go back home but I ended up walking down the street.

When I looked around the corner and gasped. Bodies of unconscious guys were laid flat across the street. Blood was everywhere. I stood there, frozen, but when I came to my senses, I ran to the nearest body. What did I get myself into?

"What happened? Are you ok?" I shook the guys shoulder, hoping for a response.

"Help… Us…" was all the poor guy could cough out, well, besides some blood.

I repeat, what did I get myself into? God, there were at least 15 guys, bloody and unconscious here. I was about to call the ambulance and the cops but then,

"Don't… Call… Cops…" the guy said, blood dripping from his mouth.

My stomach twisted and turned at what was going on. My heart was beating out of my chest and my palms were sweaty. I don't think I can take this! Someone help me!

"You little bastard!" I heard someone yell.

I ran towards the voice and saw someone who I thought I'd never see again.

Joey Quik, my childhood friend.

He was punching some guy and knocked him out cold. But he just kept punching him and soon enough, blood dripped out from his mouth. I ran over to Joey and grabbed his arm.

"Joey stop!"

"Out of the way!" he demanded, using his other arm to brutally punch the unconscious guy.

"Joey stop! Please! You're gonna kill him!" I begged, tugging at his arm.

Joey took one angry look at me, then he cooled down. He stopped punching the guy and took deep breathes. He started to calm down a bit and I let go of his arm.

"How'd you find me, Sam?" he asked.

"I called her."

I looked at the man who called me. Joey's uncle, Nate Quik.

"Why?" Joey asked.

"Because you have to stop fighting, Joey. Look at you! You're a mess!" Nate replied.

"Sam didn't need to be dragged into this!" Joey growled.

I never saw Joey as angry, or scary, as he was now. But-it's kind of awkward to say out loud- he always worries about me. We're like siblings, even if my parents didn't approve.

"Whatever. Come one, let's go." Nate ordered and Joey just followed him.

"Wait! What about them?" I asked, pointing at the bodies.

"Just leave them!" Joey waved his hand in the air.

"We are NOT leaving them here! They'll die if we don't save them!" I huffed and Joey sighed.

"Fine."

Ok! This is the first chapter to this story! The title kind of cheesy, but, too bad, I made it that way. Warning, more OCs are coming in the next chapter. Yep, a lot of OCs are in this story. Oh, and just to answer some questions that some of you might ask, David is coming in the fourth chapter. Thank you for reading! Please R&R (Read and Review). Thanks! =D