I am back. I hope your ready. Are you ready? Because I am...

Totally not ready. xD

CherrieKitty- Why, thank you!

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GummyBalls- That WAS SO NICE OF YOU! I HSVEN'T BEEN CALLED TALENTED BEFORE! *hands Nanner wine*

Aha. Now, lets... uh... start I guess? Yeah, good idea.

P.S. So, it is kind of crazy that people are like...

"Wow, your writing is amazing!"

I have always thought of my writing as stupid, dumb, not good at all. And yet, it has been my dream to write a bestselling novel (And cookbook, but that's another story.) and you are all helping me get there.

So, thanks.

=D

Jordan

The second Jordan opens the door, he knows it is empty. Its too quiet, with no scents of Sam's cooking. When he looks around he finds no note either. Jordan shakes his head. Where are they? And why did they not even tell him? Then, Jordan rolled his eyes.

"They'll be back in awhile..." He muttered, going into his computer room to record.

Samantha

"Looks like its getting hot up in here!" Jerome laughed. Mitch quickly pulled back and Sam's eyes fluttered open.

"Uh..." Mitch glanced at Samantha, and she chuckled.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." She said. "I don't feel to good." Then, she wandered away, confused by the pulsing rainbow lights and roaring loud music.

When Sam left the bathroom, she was shocked to see Jerome leaning against the wall with his head in his hands, crying softly. She hurried away. When she found Mitch he was at the bar again.

"Hey, Mitch?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"We should get back to Jordan's apartment." She said.

"Why?"

"Because I say so." She already felt the fogginess in her head subsiding, but only slightly.

"Fine." Mitch answered, but he grinned. "But finsh this drink off for me first, I can't finish it."

Sam quickly chugged the margarita before grabbing his wrist.

"Lets find Jerome-"

"I'm right here!" Jerome was smiling, not a trace of his tears on his face.

"Maybe I just imagined it." Sam muttered.

"What did you say?" Mitch asked. Samantha shook her head.

"Nothing. Lets get walking."

When Jerome, Mitch, and Sam stumbled into the apartment, they could hear Jordan laughing.

"He must be recording." Mitch said.

Sam suddenly felt so tired she could curl up on the floor right then and there.

"I am going to bed." Samantha trudged down the hall but before she even go there she was running to the bathroom. She made it just in time, vomiting into the toilet. She ignored the sound of Mitch and Jerome chuckling outside.

"Oh shut up!" She said, brushing past them and into her bedroom.

Jordan

The next morning, at breakfast, Jordan asked the million dollar question.

"So," He asked. "Where were you guys last night?"

"We just went to that club, 'The blue Moon'." Mitch answered. "It was fun."

"I thought Sam was nineteen..."

"Oh well, we figured it out."

"Some people may have had to much to drink because-" Jerome said, but quickly became quiet.

After breakfast, Sam could see Jerome on the couch, cradling his foot. She grinned and walked up to Jordan.

"Hey, sorry for leaving without telling you." She said. "It was stupid."

He smiled. "Oh, its cool. Did you really take eight shots?"

"Damn it Mitch!" Samantha yelled. She could hear him laughing from the living room.

"So apparently yes." He nodded.

"Well... Yeah..." She muttered. "But Pope of power moves and the jag forced me to."

More laughing. Samantha shook her head.

"Huh?"

"Oh, uh, nothing!" Then she ran into the living room.

"Thanks a lot!" She shoved Mitch on to the couch. When he fell on top of Jerome he only laughed harder.

Half an hour later, Samantha went up to Jordan, who was sitting in front of his computer.

"Hey!" He smiled when he saw she came in.

"Hey, Jordan. I have something to tell you."

"What?"

Sam's voice caught in her throat.

"I wanted to say thank you..."

He grinned. "For what?"

Sam punched him in the shoulder playfully. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, I do." He answered. "And your welcome."

Without a second thought Sam kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room.

Jordan

Jordan stared at his computer screen for three minutes afterward. He shook his head.

"It must have just been a thank you kiss, or whatever." He said to himself, returning to the work of downloading a mod for Minecraft.

After he finished loading the mod, he grabbed his new skateboard and went out the door, waving to Mitch and Jerome as he left.

Samantha

Sam wandered down the street, admiring the shops. She went into a bookstore and looked around before going up to the counter.

"Hi!" Sam smiled. "I am Samantha Allens, and I would like to set up an interview. I saw your sign outside."

It was a quick decision for Sam, and at first she didn't even think she was going to ask.

"Why of course!" The woman smiled, holding out her hand. She had smile lines around her eyes. "Is right now okay for you?"

Sam looked nervously down at her basic jeans and t-shirt.

"Well, I am not very prepared..."

"That's not a problem." He woman said. "Follow me!"

"I didn't catch your name..." Samantha stuttered as she followed her to the back, where boxes of books stacked in huge towers around her. The smell of ink and old paper filled the air.

"I am Mrs. Wren!" She laughed. "As in the bird."

"Oh, well, nice to meet you!"

"I have been looking for someone to fill the job as sorter for quite some time, and you seem to have the spirit to take on such a task."

took her around one more corner to a dark wooden desk, where two comfy looking chairs sat. Samantha nervously sat down, her hands folded in her lap.

"Mrs. Wren, what is a... sorter?" Samantha crossed her toes and hoped her question wasn't stupid.

"A sorter," Mrs. Wren paused. "A sorter is someone who sorts the books of course, but also fixes books.

Sam felt her heart sink. "I don't know how to fix books, mam."

"Ill teach you, of course!" She laughed. "The job is yours. Come back tomorrow at twelve, and don't be late!"

"Wait, what?" Samantha stood up.

"I said, the job is yours. Why not you have your first pay in advance, hmm? Seems like you could use a classier outfit."

Samantha ignored the slightly rude comment and grinned as Mrs. Wren gave her the paperwork and a sealed envelope.

"Five days a week?"

"Six."

"Alright, thanks! Ill see you tomorrow."

"Don't be late!"

Samantha skipped away, wondering what Jordan's expression would be when she told him she would pay half the rent.

Jordan

When Jordan returned home, he had a huge grin on his face and a stack of papers in his hand. Minutes later Samantha came bursting through the door. Jerome and Mitch where no where to be seen.

"Guess who got a job?" Samantha sang in a high, cheery voice. "I can help pay rent now!"

Jordan raised his eyebrows. "You mean... mortgage."

"Wait, what?"

"I got a condominium!"

Sam giggled. "You just said-"

"I mean condo, gosh! You are worse then twitter."

"Well sorry! You fell right into that one."

"Yeah well..."

"Hey, where is Mitch and Jerome?"

Jordan shook his head. "I don't know, but personally I hope the leave soon."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, they eat too much."

"Hey!" Jerome yelled, stalking in through the door, Mitch behind him.

"Ahhh!" Sam shrieked. "The caught us Jordan!"

"Its okay!" Mitch grinned. "Jerome and I got plane tickets for tonight, anyways. Adam let me borrow his credit card."

"Oh, cool." Sam couldn't help but feel a tiny bit sad.

"Hey, don't cry!" Jerome laughed, giving her a hug. "Don't you have a cell phone?"

"Nope..."

"Why the hell not?"

"Uhh... Long story."

Mitch grinned. "I wanted to get rid of this!" He handed her a blackberry looking phone from out of his suitcase.

"Wait... Are you for real?"

"Yeah, have it!" He leaned over to hug her and when he did, he whispered. "The Blue moon thing never happened. Friends, okay?"

She nodded. "Thanks!"

"Hurry up Mitch!" Jerome was standing in the hallway.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Sparklez!" With one last eyebrow wiggle Mitch walked out the door.

hope you enjoyed! I can not believe I am actually, like... UPDATING! WOW DAS CRAY!

Anyways, have a great day! :3