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A/N: Wow, I finally decided to write. Well, here you go.

Outside Locha-Mocha

11:28 a.m.

Saturday

Claire bounced up and down as she waited for the un-named boy to come and pick her up. Being as paranoid as she was, she had a disgusting feeling that he was some coffee shop predator who went around raping young girls. She shuddered at the thought.

A sleek hunter green Hummer pulled up intoa parking space. She almost let herself smile, and a window rolled down, and the boy's beautiful face came into view.

"Hey, I was hoping you'd still be here." He greeted, as she opened the door.

Claire had no idea what to say, so she kept silent.

"So. Where d'ya want to go?" He asked earnestly, pulling out into the mangled road.

"Um, I'm not sure." Claire answered nervously. She was still scared he was going to kill her or bury her alive.

"What's with you? You're not so.." The boy looked at her questionedly, as he turned into a parking lot.

"Snappy?" She smiled, finally relaxing. "How 'bout we go get some pizza."

He smiled in relief. "Sure, snappy."

She rolled her eyes. "By the way, what's your name."

"That seems to be the question doesn't it?"

"No, not really. I've never even asked you." Claire replied in pure confusion.

"Never mind. Pizza it is." He drove off toward a Pizza Hut down the road. "Oh, my name is Cam."

Claire's heart sizzled. Cam. What a perfect name. It was girly yet manly in a weird way that Claire adored.

"Oh." She nodded.

"Well, what's your name, sweetheart?"

Claire blushed. "Claire."

He thought about something for a moment. "I like that name."

"Thanks." Claire replied. She was getting tired of their boring conversation. "So what school do you go to?"

"Hotchkiss."

"Really? I go to OCD." Claire smiled.

"Ah, you're one of the rich kids." He chuckled at himself.

"Not exactly. I'm not from around here." She bit her fingernails.

"Hm, where are you from?"

"Orland-ew, I mean, Orlando." Her face flushed, and she could see it turn ketchup red.

"Um, okay." He laughed. He pulled into Pizza Hut and parked the car. "Claire, I, I, really like you."

Claire appreciated he finally was being serious. "Mhm."

"And, well, never mind." He brushed the unfinished sentence away. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

"M'kay." Claire smiled.

She finally decided to let herself go, and take a chance. Something she had never done before.