"Hello Sam! What are you doing?" I asked Sam who was now looking at me.

"Oh I was just telling Trent here about my new pop up book about the connection between football and brain damage. It's got coloring pages and puzzles and your buddies would love it." He replied now looking back at Trent. Trent, ignoring the comment looked me up and down.

"Hey cutie, have I seen you somewhere? You know if you ditch this loser, I can give you the time of your life." He said smirking.

"I'm sorry, Trent was it? I don't go for man whores. I think, is that your girlfriend?" I pointed to a very pretty girl who was leaning on a truck and not looking very happy. "Any who, Sam and I have to go anyway, and this loser," I said sticking my thumb back. "Is my brother."

"Miles get out of the tree." Sam said a bit strained. Once back at the car I saw Trent's girlfriend walk angrily away from him. I had to smirk a little at that. There was then a dull throbbing in my head. Ignoring it, I then focused on Sam and Miles.

~Who's gonna drive you home?~

"Dude what's wrong with your radio?" I huffed angrily at Miles and glared at him.

"There's nothing wrong with him!" I crossed my arms and glared out the window.

"Him? Sam, Kay just gave your car a gender." Sam, not paying attention said,

"I'm gonna drive her home. Miles get out of the car."

"What! Why?"

"Dude get out of the car!"

"Bro's before hoes!" Having enough I reached to the front and pushed Miles out the conveniently open door.

"Just get out!"

"You could've just put her in the back with Kay!" Miles shouted at us while we drove away.

"Hey Mikeala!" Ah so this was the famed Mikeala I kept hearing about. While Sam tried to get her to come with, I settled in the back seats (They were about as comfy as the front!) The throbbing in my head was getting stronger. I drifted off to sleep and was soon dreaming.

~Kay's Dream~

I was outside a castle in a garden practicing with a sword.

"Need a sparing partner?"

I jumped out of my skin, only to turn around and see a smirking man standing behind me. His shaggy black and red hair was blowing in the soft wind, while his lightly tanned skin glowed in the sun. His muscular body was posed in a cocky position and his dark eyes smiling with affection while he twirled his sword in his hand.

"Lancelot! It would do nice to have warning next time!"

"Heh, but if I gave you warning, could I have done this?" He wrapped his arms around me and his lips slowly grazed mine, but soon deepened into a sensual kiss. We soon broke apart when we heard a wolf whistle behind us. I turned around to see Galahad and Percival watching us, swords in hand.

"Bugger off will you!" I shouted only to cause them to laugh.

"Ah, ah, ah~! Should a princess be using such language?" We all laughed harder at Galahad's "scorning".

"I don't know about you knights, but I could use a nice sparring match. What say you?" Percival challenged.

"You're on!" We all shouted. We sparred until the sun was setting and soon it was time to go in to have supper. I caught Lancelot before we headed inside and caught him in another kiss.

"You could have gotten a kiss if you gave me warning also." I laughed while running to the castle. His laughter catching up to me.

~End Dream~

I woke up to Sam bidding Mikeala goodbye and a song singing what someone had done or something like that. I nudged Sam to ask what I had missed and all I had gotten was that the car broke down and embarrassed him. Then Sam pointed out something.

"Hey Kay, do you think your bangs were dyed, because there's now a stripe of black showing." I climbed to the front seat and looked into the side mirror. Sure enough, on the left hand side of my bangs I had a black stripe going down the stark white.

"I…I don't know. That's a little weird."

"Don't worry about it, I think it looks pretty cool."

"Thank you Sam."

"Anytime."

We soon got home and we both headed up to our separate rooms. I kneeled by my bed and pulled out the box I kept underneath it. I opened it up to find the gauntlet, cape, and the car magazines that Sam gave me when we were waiting to see what the cops would say about me popping up in the Witwicky's backyard.

I flipped it open to see all the cars, stopping at a black camero with white racing stripes. I had to giggle a little bit. That was the car that I first thought of when I saw Sam's car at Bobby Bolivia's. I flipped through the magazine until I got to the back page. On that page was an advertisement with a big semi on it and I couldn't help but be amazed at the size of the truck. Ever since I got the magazine I had always spend a few minutes on this page just to stare at the cool semi. I guess I just liked the big trucks. I put the magazine back in the box and got into bed, not bothering to push it under my bed or get changed. I fell asleep wondering about my other dream. Was it a dream, or a memory? I drifted off into a confused slumber, only to awaken from the sound of an engine starting.

Heyo! I'm back from the dead! (Not really). Sorry if this seems like a short chapter it is currently 2:58 am when I'm writing this so yeah. Love the comments! Tell me if I should get deeper into the relationship with Lancelot. Like maybe dedicate a chapter to a memory or have it as a side story or just have snippits here and snippits there. Love ya all! See ya on the flip side! ;)