Hey guys, I apologize soooo much for the late Update, but I finally got a computer in my room, AND, get this. My internet like crashes a week later. --; I mean, my god. People do NOT want me to type, do they? Well... Whatever. I hope you guys like this chapter!

"Sam! Wake up!"

As those words hit Samantha's ears, she groaned and rolled over, pulling one of her crimson cotton pillows over her head, wanting to sleep peacefully without any sound.

"I SAID WAKE UP!"

Sam suddenly felt something heavy pounce on her, and she screamed, flailing her arms around, trying to get whatever it was off of her. Her hands came in contact with whatever it was, and she pushed it off of her bed, and onto the ground.

A huge THUD! rang out through the now silent air that filled her room. Sam slowly opened an eye and twisted her neck to see what had so rudely just plopped down on her in her sleep.

It had been... Caleigh.

The brunette's eyes widened, and she quickly scrambled up on her bed, standing up on it.

"SAMANTHA! You are dead!" Caleigh's voice screamed, hurting Sam's sensitive ears, and Caleigh got up. She made a grab for Samantha's legs, but Sam jumped out of the way, almost falling over because she landed at the edge of her bed. But she luckily kept her balance and hopped down to the ground. Samantha and Caleigh stared at each other for a while, almost like one of those western showdowns, or whatever you call them.

Samantha's usually unruly long brown hair was even more messy then normal, considering she hadn't brushed it yet, and her eyes held a slight tired look to them still.

Caleigh had her mixture of colors for hair in a messy bun, and a few strands were hanging in her hazel eyes. "Garh!" She called out, making another grab for her sister on the other side of the bed, but once again, Sam was too quick for her and ran out of the room, with of course, Caleigh right in tow.

Sam raced down the halls, taking an abrupt turn, and ran into the living room.

Caleigh almost smashed into the wall when Samantha took the sudden turn, but she turned her body as well and chased after Sam once again, "Get back here you brat!"

"Don't call me a brat, you shouldn't be talking! And I didn't mean to knock you down, but thats what you get for waking me up!" Samantha yelled back, running around the couch. The sight of them two would really remind you of a cat and a mouse.

Caleigh used her smarts against her sister this time, and went the other way around the couch hoping to capture her rival, but somehow ended up crashing into her.

They both fell backwards. Sam curling up and holding her head in pain from hitting heads with her sister. Caleigh just layed there for a moment, rubbing her forehead, before sitting up, glaring daggers. "Why you..." She was about to reach out to her sister, but her mother's squeal reached her ears before she could touch Sam.

"Oooh! You're both up! Good! I need some help filling up the moving van!" Their too cheery mother appeared beside both of them.

Sam had sat up by then, and just gave off a look that said 'You've got to be kidding me, right?' She glanced down at her clothes that she had worn yesterday, realizing she had forgot to change out of them. "I can't go out like thiiiiis." She whined slightly. Usually, she wasn't one to whine about what she looked like much, but... There was a guy, that she liked, that lived right across the street, and well... You can guess the rest.

"Oh stop being a baby, I look worse then you. So, how about this. I pick up the boxes, and carry them to you, and you would be at the door, and you could carry them out to the van." Caleigh suggested, somehow knowing her sister wouldn't fall for her trap, er I mean, plan.

Samantha just gave Caleigh a flat stare, and rose up a thin brow. "You've got to be kidding me."

Caleigh stared at Sam like she had three heads, "What! It's a good plan!"

"No. No it's not. You're just trying to make me go outside when you stay inside." The brown haired girl scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Of course not! I just want you to be outside more, you know how you are.." Caleigh grinned innocently at Samantha.

"No I don't know how I am. Why don't you tell me?" The younger sister asked, taking a step towards her taller sibling.

The multi-color haired teenager rolled her eyes, "You know you hardly go outside, and you're usually cooped up in your room. It's unhealthy!"

Sam held up her hand, moving her hand in a motion that would remind one of someone using a sock puppt, mocking her sister. "Blah blah blah. I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Thats beside the point! It's NOT healthy woman! I swear." Caleigh made a face, sighing.

The whole time while the two argued, their mother was walking, or more, hurrying around, musing quietly to herself about what she should do next.

Sam glanced over at her all too active mother, and shook her head, focusing back on Caleigh. "My names not Woman, it's Samantha."

Caleigh narrowed her eyes at her sister for mocking her again, and scolded. "Just go change so we can help mom." Caleigh demanded.

Samantha sneered at the older girl in front of her, "Fiiine, Mizz Bozzy." She stuck out her tongue before dashing away to the safety of her room.

The brunette trotted out from the entrance of the hallway, a brush apparent in her hand as she made long strokes, un-tangling her hair. "Hm, hmm, hmmm." She hummed quietly, before noticing a big box was shoved in her face.

"Take it, honey. Theres a lot more where that came from." The woman who so graciously gave Samantha birth smiled, and walked away when her daughter took the box from her.

"Ugh." Sam huffed a sigh, tossing her brush on a cushy chair next to her and made her way out the door. Her dark black baggy pants looked quite odd to others, considering it was summer, and her crimson butterfly corset type top definitely got people to stare at her. She stopped, glancing about for Caleigh and noticed she was next door, talking to her best friend that lived there, but Sam also secretly knew that she had gone over to flirt with the girl's brother's friend. "Geeze." Samantha rolled her eyes, and made her way to the moving van.

Once she got to it, she padded up the ramp that was at the opening of the van. "She's such a big help!" She groaned to herself kind of loudly, and slightly irritated. Here she was, working, and over there was Caleigh, strutting her stuff. "God." She set the box down ontop of another one. It would take her a couple hours until the van was filled, but she was up to doing it by herself, also having the idea that she could blame Caleigh for not helping and make her mother get mad for it in her head. She inwardly gave a cackling giggle, and started to make her way out of the van. Just as she reached the ramp, she lifted her head and her eyes bugged at the sight she saw.

There standing to the side of the ramp was none other then... Lance. The boy who lived across the street from her. The boy who she had a crush on. She squeaked quietly, but instantly covered her mouth, her eyes still wide in shock.

Lance's soft-looking black hair fell into bright blue eyes that were as clear as the sky, and his slender, yet slightly muscular build stood straight, but still had the normal slouch to it. "You're moving?" He asked, raising a dark brow over at Sam, one corner of his natural dark pink lips curling up slightly, obviously amused at her being shocked he just suddenly appeared.

".. Yea..." Sam replied in a slight disappointed tone now that the thought hit her that she wouldn't be living so close to Lance anymore. Or even remotely close for that matter.

"Where to?" He asked casually, walking around so he wasn't standing to the side of her anymore, but more in front of her. He stopped at the end of the ramp, shoving his hands in his pockets of his own black jeans. He was more what people would call 'punk'. He could be rebellious, and sometimes cold, but he still has a sweet, shy-ish side.

Samantha moved her way down the ramp and stopped when she was right in front of him. "Japan." She answered just as casually as he had asked the question, and shrugged slightly, using all she had in her to fight back a blush.

All of a sudden his cool appearance shattered and he called out, "JAPAN!" His eyes widened slightly as he realized he had yelled so loudly, but he continued on anyways, "Why in gods name Japan! I mean... It's so far away! Half way across the world!"

Sam tilted her head slightly, and flinched at his outburst. She accidently let a pink shade rise onto her cheeks, but then she asked curiously, "Why does it matter? Do you not want me to go?" Once those words were out of her mouth. She couldn't believed she had asked them. I mean, if he was to say he didn't care if she went or not... Well... She would've probably just ran inside her house, up to her room, locked her door and would refuse to come out for at least a day or two... Just to sulk, and be depressed.

She swallowed hard as she watched Lance fidgeted about slightly, and felt a hurricane of blutterflies enter her stomach as she watched him uneasily, waiting for him to answer her. She chewed on her bottom lip as he began to open his mouth, stating his answer was...

Aaand... Thats where I shall leave you all. Yea, I'm evil, whatever. Once again, sorry it took so long for the update, a few things have been happening lately, kinda... -Ish. Anyways...

Hoped you liked this chapter! Oh, and a special thanks to my sister for helping me a bit! Yay.