~Alex's POV~

"Well this walk is...pointless. Mason why did you want to go on a walk anyway?" Harper asked the British werewolf. She was obviously having a horrible time, she had tripped three times and stepped in goose poop. I on the other hand enjoyed the fresh air, I had been working at the sub shop all week and barley got out.

"I'm a werewolf I need a certain about of time outside per day and didn't want to be lonely." he answered. He glanced sideways at a hotdog stand, that we had conveniently passed three times already, and blushed. I looked at the stand and shook my head.

"Oh so you came for fresh air, not for blondie over there." I said pointing to the stand where a decent looking blonde haired boy stood smiling at Mason. Mason gaped at me and looked down blushing. Harper gasped dramatically.

"You dragged us out here, made me fall on my face and get poop on my brand new frog sandals so you could stare at some guy selling hotdogs?" Harper hit Mason's arm and faced away from hit as if to show that she was mad, even though you could clearly tell she was. It was true though, her sandals were ruined, they were now covered in gunk instead of being the completely spotless bright green sandals they once were. They went with her frog covered sundress of course, and her headband with a little green stuffed frog. I almost chuckled at the thought that I would have borrowed the plain green shoes, if it had been a month back that is. After I came out to Mason I realized something, I hated dressing the way I did. All the high heels, sandals, skirts, frilly shirts, when I was fifteen I hated all of that, and I still do. So I went back to my high tops, skinny jeans and t-shirts, I didn't realize how much I missed all of that until I slipped into my Chuck Taylor's and pulled on a plain black sweat-jacket I picked up from Zumiez .

"That settles it," Harper said knocking me out of my train of thought. "if you don't talk to this guy I will, and I promise you this, it will not be pretty." Mason's eyes widened and he looked over at the boy once more.

"Okay, I'll do it, but Alex has to come with me."

"Why?" I asked him, not seeing why I had to go over there to help him hit on a guy, that's not really something a lesbian likes to do in her free time.

"For you know, moral support." he said looking at my with puppy dog eyes. I groaned.

"This better be one hell of a guy." I mumbled to myself while grabbing Mason's arm and leading him to the stand. The boy looked up once again to see us making over was to his stand. His eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair pretending he was making something even though he clearly had no customers. When we were in front of the stand I let go of my hold on Mason's arm and cleared my throat, getting the boy's attention.

"H-hi, uhh, what'll it be?" he asked looking back and forth from me to Mason. I stared at him intently, yup, my gaydar is going off with this one. Mason tapped my hand lightly and gave me a look that screamed 'Help me'. I soon realized that no one had answered the boy's question.

"What? Oh! No, I don't eat anything with the word dog, cat or guinea pig in it. I learned that the hard way on vacation." Mason looked at me with wide eyes. I guess that's not the best story to get into right now is it? The boy laughed anyway.

"Funny girl you got yourself there." he said to Mason. I could tell Mason was nervous by the way he lightly tapped his fingertips against his side.

"Oh, uh, we're not-"

"He's gay." I cut in. The boy may want to bite my head off now but I know he'll thank me later.

Hotdog guy looked reasonably happier.

"Oh," he said smiling, and stuck out his hand, "I'm Westley."

"Mason." I smirked as they connected hands and kept them like that.

As Mason and Westley started chatting Harper came over to talk with me. It was really cool and Westley (who said we could call him West) turned out to be a really nice guy. West offered me a pretzel on the house because of my lack of appeal to hotdogs. I was about to answer him when he looked behind me with an alert face.

"Oh my god, I think there's someone in the water!" he shouted coming out from behind he cart running in the direction of the lake. I looked behind me to see what he was talking about, and there was in fact someone in the lake. I don't know what came over me because I usually would never do something like this, but I ran to the lake. I passed West by a mile and over the side the person was closest to but stopped once I got to the edge. When the boys and Harper had caught up the all didn't know what to do, so I stepped closer to the water.

"Wait no Alex what if the person isn't even drowning?" Mason stopped me.

"Then I could say I had a nice swim." And with that I jumped in, converse and all.

When I hit the water it was cold. I opened my eyes but was unable to see anything around me. I surfaced and looked to my right, seeing the person in here I started to swim closer. Now I'm not the best swimmer in the world but I'm sure I could help right? That was a valid question cause I've never done this before. I got to where the person was a few moments ago and went under the water. It was a girl, and her eyes were closed. Instincts took over again as I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. I struggled getting back to shore but it ended up okay, though I was on the opposite side of the lake than where I started. I laid the girl on the the ground and hovered over her face a bit.

"Hey." I said nudging her a bit. I looked at her face. Shes cute ;D. No, Alex this is not the time nor place to let your hormones get a hold of you! I nudged her once again, this time harder and she stirred just a bit.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked as she started to stir just a bit more. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me and to the side to look at the water.

"Oh my gosh you just saved my life." she said in an urgent but soft, fragile voice. Realization hit me, this girl could be dead if I didn't do the right thing.

"Oh my gosh I just saved your life." She giggled a little from my shock.

"Way to act like a hero, Superman." Superman, that had a ring to it, especially when she said it.

"Thanks..." I trailed off signaling her to give me her name.

"Sonny."

"Superman." I said pretending that was actually my name, and the charm worked cause she laughed. "So Sonny, what were you doing in the lake?"

"I dropped my keys in there." I laughed.

"Apartment keys?" she nodded. "You know the person at the front desk in the lobby can just give you another copy of them."

"No way? So I almost killed myself for nothing?" I laughed and nodded but the smile on my face went away when I felt myself being pulled off the ground.

"Alex what were you thinking? You could have drowned!" Mason scolded as he pulled me along with him in the opposite direction as Sonny. I turned as much as I could in the tight grip he had me in and gave the girl on the ground a half ass wave and a smile she laughed and waved back. I hope I see her again.

Sonny's POV

As I walk around to the other side of the lake to get my things I can't help but let my mind wander to that girl. Alex, I think the boy who dragged her away called her. Oh what the heck, I'm calling her Superman just to amuse myself. I can't believe I didn't know you could get a spare key from the front desk, how stupid am I?

I picked up my stuff from the ground and started walking to where I think I entered the park. Some guys I passed whistled at me and it wasn't until then that I realized the white shirt I was wearing had turned see-through from the water. I continued walking with my arms lying over my chest making sure my jacket stayed closed until I finally reached the unfamiliar building I would now call home.

The guy at the front desk gave me no problem, he just said to be more careful next time and laughed. When I entered my apartment for the second time it didn't take me long to realize that life in New York would be really boring if I didn't find friends soon. Maybe I could go back to Waverly and "accidentally" run into Harper, she seemed pretty nice I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Maybe she goes to the same school as me. Yes, I still have to go to school, my mom arranged it for me, she said I would need it most now since I quit my career of acting. She actually hates the idea of me being alone in a big city like this, and informed me that every so often would be coming to check up on me. Which reminds me, I promised I would call her when I was settled in. I glance at the clock to make sure it was an appropriate time to call her. Wow, it's six O' clock already? I walked for a long time.

I walked into my bedroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror that the furniture guys had thankfully brought in. I looked like crap, and not in a good way. I sighed and changed into pajamas and got a towel for my hair, deciding that I would take a shower tomorrow, it's not like I had anywhere to go anyway. I slowly walked back into my living room and grabbed my cellphone off the side table, gently slipping onto the couch as I dialed. (A/N Sonny's mom... Sonny)

Hello?

Uhh Hey mom. It's Sonny.

Sonny! How's New York?

Uhh it's okay. Nothing to make a fuss over.

I don't care, I will anyway. I want to know everything that happened since the moment you got off that plane.

I didn't tell my mom about me almost drowning, or about that cute girl who saved my life, or about the boy who pulled her away. All I told her is that I got to walk around Central Park for a while. I hung up after just a few minutes, telling my mom that I was tired and wanted some rest. I laid down on the couch and snuggled into a blanket I had grabbed sometime during the phone call with my mom. I grabbed the remote to turn the T.V. on and sighed as I heard the familiar theme song the used to make me smile ten miles wide, now it just makes we want to throw up. I smiled as I hit the info button on the remote, it was an old episode, which means I will watch it, and sulk over what my life one was.

Fifteen minutes into it I was becoming depressed to the point of no return. I can't think about this anymore, I came here to start over and that's not going to happen if all I could do was wallow in self pity. So I turned the television off and thought about something happier. Maybe Superman went to my school. Maybe I'll make a whole bunch of friends that are better than my old ones. Maybe I'll meet someone who is right for me. Maybe I'll no longer feel alone.

God, there I go again, what happened to the old me that takes what she has and loves every bit of it? My mom could have denied me of moving to another state. The plane I was on could have crashed and I could have died. I would be dead if a random girl didn't jump into a lake and save me from my own stupidity. God, I wish I could see that girl again. I wish I could find her, and hug her and thank her for saving me. I didn't get to thank her much or actually say much to her because of the boy. I just figured out what I'm gonna do now, I'm gonna find her.

Yeah, so this took a while for me to post because I'm tied up with school and stuff but the next one will come out much sooner, in fact I've already started working on it. I love you all and what I love most is when you hit that fancy review button and leave a shnazzy little comment there.

-Rikki