Sabrina and Lance were having the time of their lives, just being normal and having fun. Sabrina beat Lance, best out of three, in a game of "chicken" on the monkey-bars, dropped down and started in on the victory dance he had practicaly memorized from childhood. But this time, he was big enough to stop it. Grinning slyly, he watched her begin the dance, but before she could actualy get a good start, he took off chasing her around the playground, laughing the whole way while she shrieked.
Jason was ignoring the shrieks, but the Sabrina let out a blood-curdling scream, and he snapped his head up. He had to laugh at the sight that he was met with. Lance was jogging towards him, with Sabrina tossed over his shoulder. She didn't look very comfortable, being jostled with each movement.
Sabrina wasn't happy. "Lance!" she yelled, punding on his back with her fists. "Put me down! I'm starting to get light-headed!"
"Ouch! Beener, you're not making this any easier."
"I'm not supposed to. I think you broke or cracked a rib!"
Jason was still chuckling at them. He had to admit, Sabrina gave Lauren a run for her money in the 'spice and sass' department.
"Jason, what time is it?"
He grinned back at Lance. "You have a watch, Mississippi. Don't tell me you people don't know how to tell time."
"Yeah, I know how," he said, then added pointedly "But my hands are a little busy right now."
Jason raised an eyebrow at him.
He rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant. Sabrina, what time is it?"
"Forget it, Lance," she snapped, still mad. "I'm not talking to you till you put me down."
Jason finally gave up and looked at his watch. "It's quarter till nine."
"Okay," said Lance, bouncing Sabrina a couple of times while he thought. "We have about an hour drive to the next place, so I guess we had better go."
He finally put Sabrina down, and she fell to the ground with Lance catching her just before she hit. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she said, glaring at him. "At least I will be once all of the blood drains from my head." She pressed her head in between her hands. "It feels like it's gonna explode."
He grabbed her hands and pulled her up. "You've got a big head. I doubt it'll explode anytime soon." She gave him another dirty look, and they went over to the Blazer and jumped in, and drove away.
She turned, smiling to Lance, once they were on the highway. "How did you find where this was?"
"My mom."
"Momma Bass?" she asked in an exaggerated southern accent.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I was going through some stuff in the cedar chest in my room, and I came across an old poster thing announcing our performance. She snagged it off of a telephone pole the day we got there."
"I will never forget this. Thanks, Lance."
He grinned. "No problem. You think this is big? This is beans compared to what I have planned for your birthday!"
"Soooo...." she said carefully. "Wh-"
"No, Sabrina," he said quickly, cutting her off. "I know you too well to no know what that question was gonna be. You'll just have to wait."
She sat back in her seat, pouting again, but not with as much heart as before. She knew he was trying to drive her crazy. Jason sighed from his seat in the back, wondering if this was going to happen every time they changed locations.
It took them exactly an hour, just as Lance predicted, to get to the next place. She was on the edge of her seat with anticipation, but he burst her bubble, by making her wear a blindfold. She was sure Lance knew exactly which buttons to push with her, and she was right. He knew it would annoy the hell out of her, and that was half of the reason for making her be blindfolded.
Sabrina hated not being able to see. She felt totally vulnerable, and that was her least favorite feeling in the world. She would just have to trust Lance, but that wasn't hard for her. The only clues she could gather were: 1.) She was somewhere that smelled like food, and that made her mouth water. She realized she hadn't had anything to eat since seven that morning, and she was starving, even at ten; 2.) There were hardly any people. She could hear some, but just a few, and that made her wonder. Where could they be that had few people, but was apparantly built for lots of people, judging by how many different foods she smelled; and 3.) She felt she had been here before, but a long time ago. She didn't know how she knew that, she just felt it.
They walked for a little bit more, then she felt Lance's hands tugging at the bandanna that had been used as her blindfold.
"OUCH!" she cried, whe he pulled a bit of her hair. "Lance, I don't care how many times you deny it, this is Justin's bandanna. It smells like too much hair gel."
"Sorry bout that, Sabrina. I didn't mean to pull your hair. About the Justin thing, I plead the fifth."
Finally, the blind fold fell away, and she saw where she was.