Third Person's P.O.V.

Manners

'Chasing around Michael and his raging sex glands is getting tiring very quickly,' Sam thought, 'especially with all of these people pushing and shoving me around.'

"Sam, don't you have something better to do then follow me around all night?" Michael asked in condescending tone. Sam looked to my surroundings, trying to come up with something so he didn't seem like a bother. His gaze finally landed on a comic shop.

"Yeah. Actually, I do." He told him, looking amazed at the size of it. Sure, he had seen larger ones in Phoenix, but this was on a whole new level. It was bright and had many people in it. Smoke seemed to surround the building, and Sam couldn't help but think about the little plants by grandpa's window.

The older boy left the younger one alone, and just as he was about to step into the building, Sam heard the sound of motorcycles. They seemed to be coming closer, and when he looked down the boardwalk, he saw four of them, coming right for him! Luckily, the leader swerved out of the way before he could get hurt. Sure, Sam liked the boardwalk, but there was no way in hell he wanted to be splattered all over it.

The guy in the front, with the platinum hair, parked and the rest followed. For some reason, Sam got the same vibe from them as he did that gypsy girl Michael was following. They were all mysterious and dangerous. Well the girl not so much. She didn't exactly scream danger. Her's was more like 'Don't Approach'. Sam didn't know why Michael insisted on chasing girls that are unattainable.

"Well well well, boys, what do we have here?" A strong, cold, attractive voice said. Sam hoped and prayed that, whoever the person was, wasn't talking about him. He tried to ignore it.

"Seems to me, it's a lost kitten. What do you think, Marko?" Another male voice rang out. This time Sam turned to find the guys that were talking.

One of them, the one that had talked last, had a wavy mane of wind-blown blonde hair and blue eyes that looked like the color of denim blue jeans. He wore a black jacket with silver bangles which were clipped on by a safety pin. He paired it with a pair of dirty white jeans that had so many rips in them, it looked like he took a pair of scissors to them and didn't stop. It didn't necessarily look bad though.

"Aw, I've always wanted a pet kitten, Paul!" The curly headed guy said with a smirk. The smirk he wore held a promise of mischief and mayhem.

'Not a good mix', Sam thought

The curly haired boy walked over to Sam slowly, making sure that the younger boy watched his every step. Sam didn't know why, but he felt like he anticipated the boy being near him. The curly headed blonde was close, closer than the young Emerson expected him to get, when he reached out a thin hand and traced Sam's collar. His fingers ran alongside the edge of his jaw to his jugular, and Sam shivered. Whether it was due to his insanely cold skin or the way the older guy's skin felt on his, he didn't want to know. All he knew was that he needed to get away, and quick, before he did something that he knew he would regret later.

"Maybe we could give him a collar. What do you think about that Paul?" Curly asked the first guy, whose name is apparently Paul. His breath caught as the man's breath hit his neck.

"I like that idea Marko. Maybe we could chain him up! What do you think about ropes, huh kitten?" Sam stuttered, not knowing what the hell to do or say. Finally, he come up with a response.

"My name is not kitten!" He said defiantly, turning his chin up to meet the sea blue-green eyes of the guy apparently named Marko.They were hypnotic and Sam felt like he could stare at them for hours and hours and never get tired of the way they looked or the color they were.

"Oh of course not." The wind blown blonde, Paul, cooed. "That's just gonna be what we call you."

Sam huffed and turned to walk away, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Sam turned to see who it was that stopped him, but his eyes met that of the Platinum blonde's. His icy blue eyes looked cold, calculating, but also very very dangerous. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Now that was very rude, kitten. Maybe we need to teach you some manners."