Hey fangirls of the universe! I am here to say that THE COVER PICTURE IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND IT WAS DRAWN BY ELLA AKA CrazyCatAngel. so go check her out of i will die tomorrow. So... yeah. I am also like kinda freaking freaked out by how people could enjoy my stupid fan-girlness. Like honestly, it makes me freak out to think i have almost twenty comments. Well, i guess i just have talent! (JK) Okay, comment answers.

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Samantha

"Hon, were just going to write a medical report, then you're free to go!" Judy smiled, giving Samantha a motherly hug.

"Take care of yourself, and don't get hurt again!"

Small, pinkish scars covered the back of her neck, and her head felt sore. But she was able to walk fine, and she still couldn't recall much of her past. If she didn't leave the hospital now... she only imagined the bill that would be sent to her house. 'My old house...' she reminded herself.

Jordan had phoned the hospital earlier that morning, saying he would be there to pick her up at ten, and her stomach was flipping.

'I don't even know this guy! what was i thinking, agreeing to this?' She thought, nervously biting her chapped lip, waiting in the lobby. He could be a murderer... rapist... The horrible thoughts kept on flowing. But then, she remembered his face, his chocolate eyes, and the way he looked at her. like he really cared. No one had looked at her that way before... maybe she would be okay.

Jordan

"What was i thinking?" The distressed words echoed off of the plain white walls of the guest room. It was more like a large closet. It had one small window by the ceiling, and a lone twin mattress in the corner. The floor was scuffed up honey colored wood, and the air tasted stale. He did his best to clean out the closet and sweep the floor, but it wasn't nearly enough to make the room look okay.

"Damn it!" he moaned, collapsing onto the air mattress in the corner. This wasn't nearly enough... He picked himself up and slowly walked out the closet, i mean, guest room, door. He grabbed his keys off the counter, slowly trudging out the door he was ready to go to the hospital.

When he got there Samantha was waiting in the front room in very tight jeans and a loose gray top.

"I had to get clothes people donated to the hospital because, you know... I don't have any besides the bloody ones." Samantha said, looking down at her old white sneakers, the only part of her old clothes that where salvaged.

"Oh, well... we can get you new ones tomorrow!" Jordan awkwardly replied before walking Samantha to his car. Jordan could see her grit her teeth in pain when she tried to lay back slightly on the seat.

"So, do you live around here?" Samantha asked, looking around at the nice apartment buildings, coffee shops, and occasional strip malls.

"Yeah, its a short drive, only about ten minutes away."

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet and a little uncomfortable as they drove.

"Well... I guess we are here..." Jordan said as they pulled into a parking garage under an average apartment building. He glanced at Sam to see her smiling slightly. This calmed him a bit, but he was still a little stressed.

"You have a nice place!" Samantha exclaimed as they walked in. Jordan smiled nervously and said, "Glad you like it! I need to go to the grocery store and stuff, so you can just watch T.V. and rest your neck." Samantha nodded and sat down, turning on the T.V.

Samantha

After Jordan left, Samantha tried to focus on watching T.V. but she just couldn't. Her clothes scratched and itched and made her want to scream. The jeans dug into her legs and the shirt felt dirty and gross. A quarter way though a cooking show she felt worse then she was in the hospital. Finally, she got up and looked around the apartment... (Yeah I know, quick Samantha POV, but you will see...)

Jordan

Jordan stepped into the apartment and saw Sam sitting on the couch, her blonde hair slightly messed up, and she smiled when she saw him.

"Hey! You should have stayed, Rachel Ray just made a shrimp casserole!" She smiled, and Jordan laughed. Then, walked towards the kitchen.

"I am going to put the groceries away!" He said, still laughing when he got to the kitchen.

"I came to help." Samantha said a few minutes later. Jordan spun around to find her in green basketball shorts and a black T-shirt.

"Why are you... uh... wearing my clothes?" Jordan stuttered. Samantha blushed a violent shade of red and looked down.

"I was kind of dying in the other clothes, so i... put on these. I can give them back if you want."

"No, its cool!" Jordan laughed, "They look nice."

Jordan froze a second later, realizing what he said. Samantha blushed even more, but there was a small smile on her face.

"Well, thanks. I must look like a model!" Samantha laughed, sticking her hip out and putting her hand behind her head in an attempt to do a model pose. This made Jordan laugh so hard he leaned on the counter to avoid falling over.

"What? You can't see me as the model type?" Samantha asked, pouting.

Jordan gasped for breath and when he finally calmed down he said, "Not really..." putting the jugs of orange juice into the fridge.

Orange juice? Samantha thought in the back of her mind. It reminded her of something...

Samantha searched her mind, trying to figure it out. Her shoulders slumped when she thought of nothing.

"Something wrong?" Jordan asked.

"No, i was just a little disappointing that you said i didn't look like a model..." Samantha faked whined to cover it up. What would Jordan think if she said: Oh, your Orange juice reminded me of something from my past.

Jordan smiled, and Sam couldn't help but smile back.

Samantha

Samantha felt like it was some crazy dream, some alternate reality. But it wasn't. She was just here with her new friend and roommate Jordan, and they where having fun. But she felt like he was so familiar, so common, yet so... amazing at the same time. She knew she had to know him from somewhere before, but he obviously didn't know her before...

Jordan then stopped and slapped his forehead.

"I totally forgot i had to go do something!" Jordan groaned. "Ill be back in about an hour. You can do whatever you want, though." Then, he hurried form the kitchen and down the hallway into a room. Samantha tried to tame her curiosity but when she heard him laugh so hard she couldn't help but tiptoe down the hall to see what was going on. Jordan was sitting in front of the computer, playing some type of video game.

"Hey Sparklez... I think I see you!" a voice says, and Samantha closes the door again and walked down the hall in a daze.

Sparklez?! Samantha thought, and she got the same weird feeling she did earlier, except stronger.

She knew him, but she just wasn't sure how.

Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? Please comment and stuffs. It makes me want to ride down slides made of rainbows or something.

PEACE!