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"Can I go for lunch now?" Chelsea asked her manager Jeff.

He nodded, looking at a magazine.

"Thanks Jeff." she said, walking out of the door of her work (Music shop).

Chelsea Jonas, five foot four with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes, was walking back from work and out to her car that was in the back parking lot. She was going to go for her lunch break. She was startled by a thumping noise behind a bunch of dumpsters and trash bags. She assumed that it was just a cat or something looking for food, so she turned back around, in that direction of her car. She heard the same noise again. This time it sounded more than a cat. She paced over to her car, but was grabbed my her arm and turned her around. She couldn't see their face, because they had a ski mask on. By the grip on her arm, it had to be a man. She looked into his eyes. She was terrified.

"Let me go!" she demanded, as the man pushed her up against the car.

He didn't say anything, but he did pull out a knife and it was no pocket knife. Chelsea gulped. What have I got myself into now? She thought.

She wanted to push him away, but she was too afraid that she would be stabbed by the huge knife. He pressed it against her throat. She flinched and heard a boy's voice. She turned a saw a dirty blonde haired guy and looked about her age (21). She couldn't tell what color eyes he had, but he was about six feet tall from what she could tell.

"Let the girl go." he shouted.

The man who had the knife against Chelsea's throat, walked away from her and inched closer to the boy. She wanted to leave as fast as she could, but she wanted to make sure the boy would make it out ok.

The man was about two feet away from the boy. He was about to make his move, but the boy kicked his ass, Chuck Norris style. It took him about five minutes to get the man dizzy and run away like a scared little girl.

Chelsea stood there up against her car and watched the boy come up to her.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine." Chelsea replies.

"You're bleeding, ...here." he smiles, giving her tissue out of his pocket.

"Thanks, umm... I'm Chelsea and thanks." she said..

"No problem, I'm Matt." he said smiling. They were both smiling now.

"So are you from around here?" Chelsea questioned.

"Actually no; I'm from Pennsylvania. I just took a vacation out here in California. I just can't believe that you were being held down by a man with a pretty big knife in his hand. I usually don't see things like that where I'm from." he says.

"Well, I guess things are a lot different here then in Pennsylvania." she chuckles.

"Unless you in any of the big cities like Philly. Santa Monica is all that big." he explained.

"Well, I can show you around sometime. If that's ok with you." she offered.

"Oh yeah, that would be great." he replies.

"Well, here's my number. Call me up sometime." she said.

She wrote her number on his hand and smiled.

"I'm free anytime, just make sure you tell me who it is, or I'll miss take you for a pervert." she laughs, then Matt laughs.

"Don't worry, I will. It was nice talking to you." He said.

"Same here." she replied.

The both turned around and went there ways. Chelsea got in her car and closed the door as she got in. She started the ignition and watched Matt leave.

"Yes!" she whispered to herself. "He's so cute."

(Authors Note: How do you like it? It's just the intro, but tell me what you think and if I should keep you posted. Thank you for reading.)