Sam sat on the roof on which he had landed after running into the mystery person. Now that he thought about it, it was rather odd. They would have had to have been flying as well, and as far as he knew, no one else could fly, not like he could. He lay back, his feet dangling off the edge. Closing his eyes, he drifted into a light sleep.
Light filtered through the leaves of the trees above him. He peered around the tree in front of him, only to see a small girl curled at the base of a tree. He crept up to her, and put his hand on her shoulder gently. She lifted her head to look at him, and he jerked his hand away. She seemed to be about his age, and looked rather sad. She turned away from him, resting her chin on her knees, which were drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Sam sat gingerly down next to her. Her turquoise eyes stared straight ahead.
"You know, it's more fun to spend time with more people than just yourself." Sam said. When she didn't reply, he continued, "My name's Samuel Alexander, but everyone calls me Sam. This is a cool place. The Bahamas, man it's so cool here. Not literally! Well, I suppose you could have guessed that, huh?" Sam rattled on for hours, until the light around them turned orange.
Sam stood, stretching his sore muscles. "Sorry, but I have to go, otherwise my mom will worry, you know moms. You know, you never told me your name." The girl looked at him, raising her head.
"Miranda. Miranda Ortega."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miranda." Sam smiled at her one last time before trotting off toward home.
Sam woke with a jerk on the roof. Someone was gently shaking his shoulder. The sun had set, and New York City was glowing beneath him. He sat up stiffly, shaking feeling back into his muscles. He turned to look at the person beside him, and had a serious case of Déjà vu. He shook his head to get rid of the troublesome feeling.
"Hey! You're the one I ran into!"
"Wow, someone's been working hard in school." She said, staring across the sea of lights below them.
"Your sarcasm is ineffective." Sam turned his nose up, looking away from her. She chuckled quietly. Chuckled. What an odd word, I mean, really, where did they get it? Chuckled, chuckled, chuckled. Why not grauch? Grauch sounded cool, not like chuckled. Chuckled just sounded weird. Really weird…
"Shouldn't you get home? You are only like, sixteen." She was looking at him now.
"Whatever. I'm a superhero, I can last one night away from home."
"They'll be worried about you, though."
"I don't know. I just want to talk to someone, but…"
"You don't feel like you can talk to them."
"Yeah. Man, if get any more depressed that corn dog man is going to have to go out of business."
"Because you've been stealing all his corn dogs?"
"Yeah. No, wait… I don't think I'm supposed to admit to that… Crap… I don't remember…"
"Dude… You need to go sleep. In a real bed, not on a roof."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don't want to see any of them now. Especially not Bugbrain."
"Bugbrain?"
"Yeah. The Spectacular Spiderman who apparently knows everything."
"Your sarcasm is ineffective." She cocked an eyebrow at him, the barest trace of a smile sliding across her lips. He grinned full heartedly back, and the two began to laugh. Soon they were lying on their backs, staring at the black sky.
"You know, I used to love the stars, but since coming here, I haven't been able to see them." Sam turned his head to look at the girl beside him.
"They aren't gone forever, you know. Come on." He stood, holding his hand out to her. She took it, standing up. He pulled her next to him.
"Hold on tight, wouldn't want you falling." And he took off, soaring through the sky, until they were above where the light pollution reached. Sam saw the girl next to him smile.
"They're even more beautiful than I remember."
