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She knew that crazy's not contagious, but it sure felt that way. The urge to throw way her life for an unbalanced man she barely knew was not exactly sane. Plus, she couldn't marry him, she was only seventeen, and if they got married, she would be found, and Sam would be locked away. The truth about his condition would be known, and she would never see him again.

On the other hand, she couldn't picture herself living in this unlit house in hiding for the rest of her life. I guess we could move and live somewhere far away, and I'll buy some lightbulbs...

While she sat and thought about her choices, Sam was still waiting to receive answers to his questions. He was still holding her in the bathtub, but he apparently got tired of that, so he picked her up, and carried her through the house, to yet another room.

Sally knew this was his bedroom. Besides an unmade bed, the room was fairly clean and simple. A single picture of her rested on his nightstand.

"You know what I think? We need a picture together, instead of me by myself." Sally teased.

But Sam took her seriously and grabbed her hand. He pulled her down the hall to the front door.

"What if someone sees me?" Sally held the door shut.

"Nothing- no one can keep us apart." He opened the door and lead her out towards his car. He opened the passenger seat for Sally, then went around to the driver's seat. Sally wondered how he got a license, with his issues. Maybe he wasn't always like this. She pondered.

What if another girl did this to him? Broke his heart...and a part of his soul too, so that he doesn't function quite as well as possible.

"Sam."

"Yea?" He made a right turn.

"Tell me a secret."

"I love you more than life itself." He replied without skipping a beat.

"Something I don't alreadly know," she grinned.

He thought. "You first."

"Umm...I still listen to Britney Spears music. And I actually hate my mom's cooking, but I don't want to her her feelings." She paused before continuing, "And I'm scared."

"Of what?" Sam's concerned stretched all the way across his face and affected his driving as he pulled out in front of a blue pick-up.

"Of not seeing my family or friends again, but also of not seeing you again. I don't see how I can have both...and i'm also kinda scared......of you."

He pulled into a parking lot and shut the car off before responding. "Why would you be scared of me, Babe?"

"Umm...because I really don't know you that well."

"You could get to know me. Each day we can discover something knew about each other."

"That actually sounds amazing, but I'll still miss my family and friends." Sally reminded him.

"You are my family. I am your friend."

She didn't want to press him anymore. "Where are we?"

"The mall."

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How cliche right? Getting goofy pictures made in a photo booth? They stepped out laughing at each other's expressions on the four black and white squares.

Sam laughed pointing, and Sally realized she had to laugh when he did, because his laugh made her that happy. "Look at you in this one."

This felt so right. Sally had only had a couple of boyfriends, but none of them were as natural as this. It still didn't solve her predicament though.

To her horror, she saw a group of her close friends from school walking their way.

"Sam! Time to go." She pulled him down in a different direction, walking fast enough to get away, but slow enough to not draw attention.

Her happiness fell a little. If she hadn't have been here with Sam, she would've been here, gossiping with her girls, trying on shoes. She missed them even more.

They got to the door. Sam almost had it open when he grabbed off a flyer, and handed it to Sally. She saw herself looking up at her, a snap shot taken by her dad, testing out his new camera. It was the picture she hated of herself, but her mom wouldn't let her throw it away.

"If you have any information concerning Sally Kellings' disappearance, please call the number below. Descripton: 17 years old; red-blonde hair; green eyes; slender build; 5 feet tall, 4 inches. Keep her in your prayers." She read her information aloud to Sam. "They must be real worried. I'm putting them through so much."

Sam pulled her close and kissed her forehead as they reached the car. "It'll all work out. No matter what you chose."

He acknowledged the fact that she might not chose him over her family. How reasonable. Maybe spending time with her was helping Sam stabilize.

They got back to Sam's house.

"You know, you never told me a secret." She shut the door behind them.

"I'm scared too." Sam admitted.

Sally was puzzled.

"Scared that you'll leave."

Sally hugged him, she had no answer.

"I have another secret too."

"You know you can tell me anything." Sally assured.

"I'm not as innocent as you think I am."

"What do you mean?"