Sammy sat alone on the dance studio, her class not starting for another ten minutes. She had ended up going there early since her previous class had ended a hour before her next one started and Starbucks can only keep you busy for so long. Sammy perked her head up when she heard someone enter the room with her.

"Hi." She said to the young man.

"Hello." Sammy couldn't hold back a small smile, the man's voice was lower than she had expected. "Where are the others?"

"Class doesn't start for ten more minutes." Sammy answered.

"Damn it." The man ran a hand through his orange hair. "I thought it would be harder to find a parking spot, I thought I was late."

"Nope, you're early."

"Well, shit." The man sighed and dropped his bag on the floor.

"I'm Sammy." Sammy said, getting up off of the floor.

"RJ." The man started slipping off his pants, showing that he was wearing leggings underneath. "Sorry for stripping in front of you." Sammy just shrugged her shoulders, not being affected by it at all. Sammy saw several more people enter the room, she went up and greeted all of them, being the social swan that she is.

"Hello!" A petite woman entered the room last, carrying a clipboard. "Everyone come over here so I can take attendance and try to get your names down as fast as possible." The woman sat down and everyone grouped around her. "I'm Shelly, some people call me Miss. Shelly, but either works for me." Sammy soon, kind of, learned the names of her classmates and by the time the teacher was done going through everyone and all of the rules, class was over. "Oops, guess we'll just start dancing on Monday." Miss. Shelly shrugged.

"What class do you have after this?" Sammy asked a woman named Sarah.

"I have theater in western culture." Sarah answered after staring at Sammy for a second, shocked at how open she was to strangers.

"Same, but that isn't for a long time, wanna get lunch?" Sammy slipped her bag onto her shoulder.

"Um...sure." Sarah blinked a few times before following Sammy, still shocked at how she could just talk to anyone and everyone without any fear. The two women walked out of the building, heading in the general area of where the food court was at. "Wait for me, I have tiny legs." Sarah called when Sammy got too far ahead of her.

"Sorry." Sammy chuckled. "I walk a little fast, an old habit from my high school." Sammy stopped and waited for Sarah to catch up before continuing on. "Wonder what they're doing..." Sammy muttered to herself when she noticed two other students whispering and pointing at her. "Hey!"

"Sammy, no." Sarah reached out, but was too late, Sammy was already at the two students. "I'm not going to follow her. I can just go on to lunch myself, I'm not gonna...fuck me." Sarah sighed and joined Sammy, her curiosity making her go.

"What's up?" Sammy asked. Sammy rolled her eyes when the two continued whispering. "Hello?" She sang, waving one of her hands.

"Maybe we should just let them be, Sammy." Sarah suggested.

"Sammy?" The female student asked.

"Sammy Lobenstein?" The male added.

"Yeah?" Sammy gripped the strap of her bag tighter, ready to either attack or flee.

"We found her!" The female yelled.

"We did!" The male yelled as well and the two took off, cheering.

"What did you do?" Sarah asked.

"I have no idea." Sammy admitted. "But now I'm really hungry." She said and started walking away again.

"Wait a second!" Sarah stepped out in front of Sammy. "You're not worried about those two?"

"Why should I be?"

"They said that they found you. That means someone is looking for you."

"Good, let them find me." Sammy winked.

"You're really not scared?" Sarah asked.

"I'll probably be flipping shit about it later, but for now, I wanna eat. Don't you?" Sammy smiled, looking down at her new friend.

"My life just got a whole lot crazier being friends with you, hasn't it?"

"Yeppers."

x~x~x

Lance quickly pulled the car up in front of the house, praying that she was there. He got out of the car after checking to make sure that he still had his rope and tape, prepared to use force if needed to get her somewhere safe until he could fix everything. Lance tucked a bottle of sleeper spray, a spell that he remembered learning as a child, never knowing that he would actually use it and on his girlfriend of all people. Lance walked up to the door, not happy that this was how his first time visiting her house was going to go down. He adjusted his shirt, patted dust off of his pants and rang the doorbell, jumping back in shock when he heard two different dogs barking.

"Hello?" A young teenage boy opened the door, holding back a large black lab and a small cocker spaniel. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, um...is Sam home?" Lance asked, realizing that he was talking to Sammy's younger brother.

"She left for college a few days ago." The boy said.

"She what!?" Lance snapped, making the boy flinch in fear. "Sorry, sorry, just...ugh." Lance pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Uh...bye."

"Wait-" Lance sighed when the door was closed and he could hear locks being turned. "Great...fantastic first impression." He muttered to himself and walked back over to the car. "College? Really?" Lance opened the front door. "I guess it makes sense, but still." Lance was about to turn on the car when his phone started ringing, playing a song that he hadn't heard in ages. "I liked this?" He asked himself before answering. "Hello?"

"We found her."

"You found her!?" Lance slapped the steering wheel. "Where is she!?"

"We're sending you the directions now, from your current location it should take about forty-five minutes to get there."

"Thank you!" Lance checked his phone, read the directions and took off, happy that he didn't have to drag Sammy out of her own house.