A/N: Well, this is definitely not as high tech as my little NetBook. Hopefully I'll be back on it soon, but for now, I'm going to be doing my updates via Yahoo! Notepad, which is the crappiest word processor I have ever used, but I guess it's better than nothing, so here it is!

"It's okay to get scared. Fear gives you adrenaline, and adrenaline gives you the power to push forward, even when you feel there is nothing left to fight for." -Mrs. Ledbetter (my band director)

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"Hey, stranger!" Cameron called over to Lindsay, who had stayed late after tennis practice to swat furiously at the machine that was rocketing tennis balls at her. Seeing who it was, she set her racket down and jogged over to grab her sweat rag and water bottle, "Where were you today? I didn't see you at all." he seemed genuinely worried.

"Yeah, I got really freaked out about all of this business with Samuel going missing. I just took off the rest of the day and went shopping in town with," she thought momentarily for a good enough lie, until one word popped into her head and she said, "My mom." he gave her a look. He had known that Lindsay and her mother had never been particularly close, ever since Lindsay's mother had waited until she was 16 to let her know for certain that she was adopted, and even then it was through a web of twisted lies that Lindsay had ingeniously panned out, "Anyway," she said, barreling into his thoughts like a steam engine, "We're here now. What do you want to do today?" she asked, as casually as she could.

"Do you want to go see a movie?" she asked and he nodded, so she took his arm. He flinched a bit, as he felt her sweat drenched arm touched his and she told him in a joking tone to, "buck up."

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"Who is that over there?" Alex shouted in an excited tone, as he took his gate across the lobby in great steps, "Cameron Mitchell, it can't be!" he laughed, "You sure have slimmed down."

Cameron and Lindsay both turned to meet the gaze of the African American boy and his two friends who were holding hands, "Hey, Alex." Cameron said in a half-hearted tone. Lindsay had never seen this little black boy before, but she could guarantee just by the look on Cameron's face that he was not fond of him. She decided to take this into account and introduce herself before Cameron even had the chance to take a breath.

"I'm Lindsay!" she said, holding out her hand to a comfortable length, but Alex didn't take it. He just stared at it as if he were repulsed. She got it now. He didn't bat for their team. He had a thing for Cameron and now that she was with him, that had pretty much been ripped out from under him; however, it appeared as if they hadn't seen each other in years. What could he be holding against her? The girlfriend of somebody he barely even knew anymore. The answer; everything.

"I'm Blaine." the boy farthest away from her pushed aside all other parties to take hold of her hand. She noted that he was a pretty good looking guy, "And this is my boyfriend Kurt." he added as an after thought, pointing to the shorter boy he had been holding hands with, "We were just going to go see Crazy Stupid Love. You guys?"

"Us too." Lindsay answered with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Oh, wow. What are the odds!" Alex drawled, in his voice that was so feminine if you were to close your eyes, you would swear you were listening to Oprah, "You should join us! We'll sit together!" he said excitedly, like a little girl at a slumber party.

As he turned around, preparing to walk into the theater, Lindsay stood on her tip-toes as she walked to ask Cameron, "How do you know him?"

"Horse camp." he answered back.

She knew he was lying without a doubt, but these days, who wasn't lying? Her entire relationship with him was a lie. What was the idea behind pointing out such a miniscule thing as horse camp anyway? If that was what he wanted her to believe then that was fine with her. She just hoped to God, with all of the familiar faces they were seeing, she wouldn't come in contact with Damian and Brittney, because that was a "power couple" she knew was not going to last.

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"Which one is yours?" the girl beside Lindsay asked, leaning against the boy that she had come to see the movie with. She looked some type of hispanic and she was stunningly beautiful.

"That's him," she said, pointing to the blond boy beside her, who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they were talking about him, as he was in deep conversation with Blaine Anderson, "Cameron."

She nodded, pulling her glasses off the top of her head, and putting them in her purse before the movie started, "He's is one good-lookin' country boy." she said, a tone of supressed excitement in her voice, "He's mine," she said, pointing to the guy with the slight Jew-fro beside her, "Jesse StJames, authorized director for Vocal Adrenaline."

"Oh wow, you go to Carmel? I went there last year. It's a great school." she lied. She hated it there. She had always wanted to be on Vocal Adrenaline, but they told her every year that she didn't have the talent, which was part of the reason she no longer resided in Carmel.

"This one right here," she said, looping an arm through Jesse's as he caught on with the fact that they were talking about him, "Got me a spot in Vocal Adrenaline within minutes of auditioning. Apparently, he just saw the potential and went for it." she said in a way that almost seemed fake. Jesse nodded. He seemed to be a man of huge ego and little words. It was obvious within moments of hearing the way that she spoke of him that his head was full of saw dust, but hers was not. This girl knew that she had to put up with this Jesse guy in order to get to where she wanted to be, "I'm Emily." she said, extending a friendly hand in Lindsay's direction, which she gratefully took.

"Lindsay," she answered back simply, as the lights began to dim and the beginning credits began to roll.

"Here," Emily handed Lindsay her own cell phone, "Put your number in. I like you. Maybe we could hang some time." the abruptness of the statement all but forced Lindsay to put her number in the other girl's phone, as Emily did the same to Lindsay's.

As the movie began, the small muddle of teenagers silenced themselves, due to how tightly packed the little theater had suddenly become. Apparently Tuesday was a busy movie day for the people of Ohio.

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A/N: Well, we all muddled through that mosh pit of randomness fairly well. I'll try to make the next one longer, but it probably won't be in Lindsay's perspective like these chapters have been. I feel like I need to focus a bit more on the other characters, seeing as I've only mentioned Marissa, Bryce, and McKynleigh one time, so I'm going to get the creative juices flowing over night, and then I'm going to write a new, awesomer chapter tomorrow. Don't lose faith. Keep on reading!

Don't forget to review! I'm shooting for 75-100 before the next chapter, but then again, maybe that is just wishful thinking, but I hope it isn't, so prove me wrong!

Can't wait to hear from all of you!

~Mags