So, this is my second fanfic! I'm putting the other one on hold for a little bit while I work around that writer's block.

Disclaimer: Oh I wish it was. But it's not.

It was oddly quiet that night at dinner. I couldn't exactly figure out why, until Mom looked up. Her eyes focused on the seat across from me. Oh. Dad. Where was he? He was never here on time anyways. But he was later than usual today.

"Where is your father? I thought he said he'd be home!" Mom sighed sadly. Dad was the CEO of ENCOM. I didn't expect him to be home on time. I stood up quietly.

"I'll go find him. He's probably at the office again." Mom nodded at me. I sighed and gave her a hug. "He's forgetful, Mom. What do you expect?" I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. Wait. Where were the keys? "Mom! Where are my keys?"

"On the counter honey!" I turned red. They were. I scooped them up. Mom smirked at me. "And you call your father forgetful!" I laughed and grabbed my helmet.

"Well, be back soon!" Pushing open the door, I stepped outside. It was cold, but not that cold. I pulled the old tarp off the top of my motorcycle. My phone went off. It was a text from Dad.

From: Dad, 8:56 PM

Tell your mother I'm at Sam's. I'll be home in twenty minutes. Love you.

Oh. Okay then. I poked my head back inside and yelled. "Mom! Dad will be home in twenty!"

"Alright sweetie!"

Closing the door again, I started my motorcycle. Wait. I should text Dad back.

To: Dad

That's fine she said. Going out. Be back later. Love you too.

I threw my leg over the side of the cycle, kicked back the stand, and took off. The air was still pretty cold. I didn't know where I was going though. I just felt like I needed to get away. Wait a second. I could always head to the old arcade Mom and Dad used to take me to when I was really little. It had been closed for like, twenty years, but I could stand outside and remember it, right? It'd been years since I'd been to the arcade, but who cares?

I rode for another ten, twenty minutes. Finally I reached it. Flynn's Arcade. This place had been closed maybe twenty years? Ever since Flynn went missing. He was a good friend of Mom and Dad's, and from what I heard, he used to date Mom. I sat on my motorcycle, just thinking. It was weird being back here. Whenever Mom and Dad took me here, it was bustling with people, nearly overflowing. It was always loud and bright and fun and just plain wonderful. Dad would always drag me over to games while Mom stood behind and laughed like crazy. I loved it here. Then when I was seven, Flynn disappeared and Dad became CEO. And just like that, my entire life was different. Dad wasn't home. Mom was ALWAYS home. No more trips to the arcade, or family nights. Dad would be at work late. I shook my head absently.

The roar of another cycle came from behind me. I ignored it. I didn't want to leave the memories that didn't exist anymore. I saw the other person out of the corner of my eye. They were on a Ducati. Nice. VERY nice.

"Who are you?" I turned my head to the side, realizing I still had my helmet on. The other rider had taken off their helmet. It was a guy. Who looked very familiar. I took off my own helmet and shook out my hair.

"Why don't you answer that for yourself?" I glared at him. He had blue eyes, blond brown hair too. He had on a gray hoodie under a riding jacket and a pair of jeans that looked like they'd been through their share of beatings. He looked at me and seemed to be trying to figure out who I was. Honestly, I don't know if that would help him. I'd gotten my blue eyes from both parents, and a combination of their hair, making my hair almost caramel colored. Plus I was wearing a pair of tight black leggings and a black riding jacket. He probably had no idea who I was.

"You answer first and then I'll tell you. Besides, you look familiar." I rolled my eyes.

"Dianna Bradley." I raised my eyebrow and pushed my hair out of my face.

He raised his eyebrow in response. "Is your dad Alan Bradley?" I nodded. "I'm Sam." Oh. Oops. But wait. Dad said he was at Sam's. But Sam was here. I'm so confused.

"Wasn't my dad at your house today?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah. He said he got a page from the arcade. According to him, this number's been disconnected for a while." I nodded. Made sense. I mean, who'd want to pay for a phone bill for twenty years of non use? I wouldn't. "Why are you here anyways?"

I looked up. "Uh, just felt like I needed a break. I think. I mean, I just needed to get away from Mom and Dad a bit." Sam nodded. I think he didn't really understand. Oh wait, didn't his mom die when he was really little? Oh my God, I said the wrong thing. "Oh, sorry. I know about everything. Slip of tongue."

He shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. I like being alone anyways." Oh. Oops. Maybe I should go then. I started to pull my helmet back on. "What are you doing?"

"Oh. I thought you would want some alone time, since you just said that you like being alone. I can always come back and act like my parents later, you know, reminiscing about old stuff." He laughed and shook his head.

"Just come in. It doesn't matter." He got off his bike and pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket. I pulled my helmet off and left it on my cycle. I followed behind him. He fiddled with the keys and unlocked the gate and door. He held open the door. "After you?" I walked in.

"It's so dark. And quiet." Sam nodded. He flicked on the switch, and everything started to turn on. I saw one of the games and smiled. Dad would always insist that it was our first game when we got here. I saw Sam staring at me. I pointed. "Whenever Dad took me here, he would insist this was our first game. Always doubles on the same team. We usually lost though." I laughed. So did Sam.

"Yeah, whenever I came, me and my Dad did doubles." He stopped talking, like it made him sad. "We were always on the same team." He shrugged and started walking towards the back of the arcade, towards Tron. I smiled.

"Dad used to sit here and play this until Mom dragged him away." Sam laughed.

"I don't blame him." He crouched down and put a quarter in the slot. It went straight through and landed on the floor. "Hey. There are slide marks here. You don't think…" He stood up and started pushing on the side of the machine. I frowned. Might as well help him. I grabbed the side and pulled the machine. The game slid to the side revealing a door. Sam and I looked at each other. He pulled the door.

"Well. I wasn't expecting that. Seems like your dad had a secret office." Sam looked at me and pulled a small flashlight out of his pocket.

"You coming?"

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