Samara walked through the streets of Detroit, her leftovers from Wahlburgers in her hand. She didn't often find herself alone, especially in the city, but Allen had a surprise World Meeting he had to attend, and canceled their lunch date last minute. But Samara had been looking forward to the meal, and decided to treat herself, going by herself. She was now making her way back to her car parked in the street.

Before she arrived at her vehicle, however, she spotted something, or rather, someone, who made her pause, and then smiled sadistically.

Her 1P was walking right towards her, eyes trained on the ground and hands shoved in her pockets. She looked miserable.

Samara ran towards her, smiling. "Oh my God! Is that Shelby Ferrell?" She called cheerfully. The girl looked up in confusion, and grimaced at the sight of Samara. "Long time, no see, girl! How have you been?"

"You don't care how I've been." Shelby grumbled, attempting to walk past Samara.

The 2P grabbed Shelby's wrist, keeping her in place. "On the contrary, my dear, I want to find out what's making you look so pathetic." She smiled broadly. "You look like you've put on some weight- have you passed the big two hundred yet?"

Shelby's lip curled. "No, bitch, have you found your boobs yet? They seem to still be missing."

"Oh, someone's angry." Samara almost sang, though she shifted uncomfortably at Shelby's comment. "But, seriously dear, what's got you so down? You were pretty stressed about something a couple months back I'm guessing- my face cleared up for a bit. Had a bad breakout?" She teased.

"Not anything worse than what's underneath your pound of foundation." Shelby hissed.

Samara's thick brows furrowed as she struggled to keep a smile on her face. "You are quite the bitch, aren't you?"

"Least I am to your face. Well, the two you have." Shelby muttered.

Samara's fist clenched, but she had one last question under her belt. "How's Alfred? Are you two still getting along well?"

The reaction was instant, and was exactly what Samara had been looking for. Shelby's entire body stiffened, and her eyes fell to the ground. Samara smiled with fake sympathy. "Oh, I'm guessing things are not so hot, honey. When did you guys break up? Recently I'm guessing, with the shape your in." She stated snidely.

"Backinfebruary." Shelby muttered.

"Sorry, couldn't quite hear ya." Samara pressed, leaning forward.

"I said back in February!" Shelby snapped, yanking her hand away angrily.

Samara looked at her in a false surprise. "I don't know why you're getting so defensive. I'm just wondering."

"No, you're just trying to make me feel like shit." Shelby grumbled, trying to walk away.

Samara simply followed her. "Oh honey, I don't have to make you feel like shit. I can tell you already feel like it." Samara pursed her lips. She was trying to appear as though she truly pitied her, but it was very hard to fight the smile. "You know, now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense that you two split up in February... Because Allen and I took the next step." She almost sang, holding out her left hand to Shelby, revealing a sparkling diamond engagement ring.

Shelby's eyes widened and she stopped to stare at the ring in utter horror. Samara's cheeks turned pink with happiness. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

Shelby seemed to be struggling to speak. "You... You're getting married."

"Yes!"

"At 18."

"Yep!"

"... To an immortal, personified country."

"Sounds about right." Samara sighed in contentment, admiring the ring for a few more seconds.

Samara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Shelby started to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"You're so full of yourself, you care more about your ring then what marriage will do to you, to Allen. You are aware that he's immortal, right?" Shelby snapped.

Samara glared at her. "I'm fully aware that he's immortal. And we both decided that's not any reason to stay away from one another." She let a half-laugh, shaking her head. "Sorry Alfred doesn't love you enough for you to be worth it."

That seemed to strike a chord in Shelby. She turned on her heels, grabbing the collar of Samara's shirt and pulling her forward, raising her fist. Samara shielded her face, grimacing as she prepared for the contact. However, it never came. The hand on her shirt let go and disappeared. Samara opened her eyes in surprise and glanced at her counterpart.

Shelby had tears falling like raindrops down her cheeks, her arms wrapped around her stomach, like she was trying to keep herself together. Samara smiled, taking Shelby's chin in her fingers and forcing her to look into her eyes. "It's a sad feeling, isn't it?" Samara gave a false pouting look. "Knowing no one loves you. Knowing there's something wrong with you. Knowing you're nothing."

"Hey." A deep voice sounded from behind the girls. Samara turned quickly to face the unexpected newcomer. He was tall, around 6 foot, and was built like someone from the forests of the north. He had tawny brown skin with dark hazel green eyes and a head of closely trimmed, curly brown hair. He wore loose clothing and a hoodie, and he glared at Samara with a hostile light. "I think ya both need to back up and walk your separate ways."

Samara looked him over in irritation. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm someone who really don't like startin a fight, but I'll finish it, so I suggest you head back home." He stated harshly.

Samara scowled, and bumped her shoulder into Shelby as she began away to her car.

"You okay?" The man asked Shelby, who glanced at him tentatively.

"You didn't have to do that." She muttered, wiping her face of the moisture that had collected there.

"I know." He shrugged. "I'm Lance."

"Shelby." She nodded in slight greeting. Thunder rolled in the distance, and a few raindrops fell on the sidewalk.

Lance frowned. "You live close?"

Shelby looked up at the darkening sky. "Not close enough."

Lance pursed his lips. "You like pizza?"

Shelby raised a brow. "Yeah?"

"Come on, let's get out of the weather." Lance offered. "PizzaPapalis is just down the street."

"I probably could have said no until you mentioned PizzaPapalis." Shelby stated begrudgingly, following him down the street.