"Gone?" I asked Lance's mother over the phone. "Where did he go? Did he say when he would be back?"

"Not really, Liz." She said, "He left about an hour and a half ago, and said not to wait up."

"That's strange" I thought aloud, "He said we were going to the beach today."

"I don't know what to tell you, sweetie," Mrs. Bass said, "But if I hear from him, I'll tell him you called."

I sighed, "Okay, Thank you."

I hung up the phone in a rather depressed state. Lance had NEVER stood me up before. I flopped down on the couch, ready to have myself a good long pity-party, when there was a knock at the door.

I got up with a groan, and went to the door. I pulled it open hastily, ready to slam it again if it wasn't someone I knew.

"Elizabeth Hunter?" The man at the door asked.

"Yes." I said, giving him a queer look.

"These are for you." He held out a long rectangular box, and I took it from him.

"Umm...well thank you." I said, watching him walk down the steps to his car.

I closed the door, and carried the long box to the couch.

The tears came as soon as I saw what was inside. Twelve of the most beautifully perfect white roses I had ever seen. And a card:

"I love you Princes...L"

Tears of happiness spilled down my cheeks. I clutched the card to my chest. God, I loved him.

There was another knock at the door.

I went to open it, still grasping the card.

"I'm here to kidnap you!" Lance's best friend, Chris stood at the door, his hand planted on his hips and a matter-of-fact look on his handsome face.

I laughed.

"Oh, really?" I asked, "And what if I won't come with you?"

"I am under strict orders to use force if needed." He informed me.

"And whom would these orders be from?" I queried.

"That's classified information." He said with a smirk, "If I told you, I would have to kill you."

I peered out the door beyond Chris, and saw that there was a car waiting at the end of the driveway. The bright red hair gave away the identity of the driver.

"What's Joey doing out there? Why don't you guys come in?" I asked, waving over Chris's shoulder to Joey.

"That's not Joey, ma'am." Chris said in an n important sounding tone, "That's the getaway driver."

"Oh!" I laughed, "I see. Well, if you two gentlemen will wait a minute, I'll put on my shoes; then you can take me anywhere you want to!" I slipped on my sandals, and looked back at him with a smile.

"You're not gonna fight me?" Chris asked, his eyebrows raising.

I shrugged, "Why should I?"

"Dammit Liz," He said, "I was hoping you'd put up a fight!"

"Oh, well, in that case" I dropped to the floor, and kicked my legs in the air, "NO! I will NOT go with you! You can't MAKE me! POLICE!" I looked up at him with a smirk, "Is this better?"

He beamed, "Yeah!"

Chris pulled me up from the floor, and flung me over his shoulder.

"Wait!" I cried, "What about my family? What about my DOG?"

He laughed, nearly breaking character.

"Don't worry about your dog, and as for your family? If they ever want to see you again, they'll give me what I want!"

"And what's that?" I asked, as he gently shoved me into the back seat of the car.

"Simply put" Chris said, getting into the passenger's seat, "Grilled Cheese Sandwiches."

I laughed out loud, and then stopped when he glared at me. Joey shook his head amusedly, and pulled away from my house.

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