Fall For You

70

Sam's P.O.V

I roll out of bed at 5:55am. I can't sleep, so why not get up and ready for the day?

I grab my bathrobe, matching underwear and bra, jeans, and a shirt, then head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

The water temperature isn't too hot or too cold. It's just right for a chilly morning. It's shy 75-80°.

I bathe my body in deep moisturizing body wash, somewhat smelling like a baby. It leaves my skin soft and fresh.

I shampoo and condition my hair in rose scent products, not only my favorite, but Luke's favorite, as well.

As the warm water turns to cold, I shut the shower off and let the water drop from my hair to the bottom of the bathtub, from my skin to the bottom of the bathtub.

I slowly push the curtain to the right side of the shower, wrapping my towel around my hair. I grab the second towel and tightly wrap it around my body.

"Okay," I sigh as I gather my makeup and hair accessories together. "What to do with my hair.." I've wore it down and wavy mostly this week. Last week, it was straight and put up. "I think I'll go straight today."

I plug my hair straightener into the wall, letting it heat up as I dress.

My jeans are a slight grey with spots of light blue on them, especially the crotch and thigh area, as well in the back.
My shirt is a semi-ruffled turquoise spaghetti strap. I have a jean jacket to complement the top.
My shoes are black combat boots. Nothing too casual.

I don't like to get too dressy, that's Amy. I like to keep things simple, yet classy.

"Now, what makeup?" I sort through my eyeshadow, liner, mascara, and lip products. "I believe I'll go with the smokey eye."

I've never quite been good at smokey eye, but I try. I've progressed through the years, though.

I apply the bottom, median, and top. After, I do my eyeliner and mascara.

The grey makes my eyes pop a bit more than usual.

"Quite sharp, Samantha." I compliment myself.

I take the straightener to my hair, unevenly. The top is always straight, so I start at the middle of my hair.

After twenty minutes, I am complete.

"Perfect, kinda," I say to myself as I apply lipgloss. I give myself a warm smile before retrieving the bathroom.

"Good morning, Dylan." I say as I walk by his room.

"Shut up," he closes the door and from a distance, you can hear a faint cry.

It's this way every morning; He'll wake up normally 6:15, shower, then dress.

Today, it seems, he woke up 6:30, cries, then dresses.

"Good morning, Samantha," my mum greets me at my bedroom door.

"Good morning, Mum," I smile.

"When will you be home today?" She gentles herself on the edge of my bed, eyeing my wall decors.

"Uhm, sometime after school." I smart. I place my pajamas neatly folded on the head of my bed, then slide my jean jacket on.

"Obviously," my mum rolls her eyes. "I would like for you to be home before 5:30. Your father and I have a meeting to go to, and we are not yet sure if they're sending us to a different business in a different part of the country. Dylan shouldn't be home alone, which is why I request for you to be home earlier than regular." Mum stands at my door, gives me a smile, then leaves.

"Uh, okay?" I say.

I'm home before then, anyway, but the whole business thing, I never knew about. This is something new.

My parents work at one of the top paying jobs in the city. Grimmway Insurance, to be exact. The highest insurance company for stores. My parents get paid a shit ton. I never like to tell people, though, because I don't want to be known as the snobby rich kid. My brother, however, tells anyone and everyone. Nearly the whole freshman class hangs out with Dylan, in hopes he'll acquire money from our parents and he'll give to them.

I keep to myself. I'm not even sure if Luke knows where they work, not that I mind. Amy, however, does. Her mum worked in the same office as my dad before she got moved to the second office area.

One summer, nearly the whole summer, we went with my mum and dad to work. We never knew how bad working was until then. We were 14 at the moment. We've always wanted the same job, and thought business was the way to go. However, we realized it wasn't.

"Are you driving me to school, or am I riding the horrible bus?" Dylan approaches me.

He's wearing ripped skinny jeans, with an Under Armor, skintight, white shirt. He has a blue and black flannel, unbuttoned, to complement it. His shoes are the pair of sneakers that Luke had bought him for Christmas a while back. They're black and grey.

My brother is quite handsome, in my opinion.

"Well, I suppose I can take you." I grab my keys off the counter, spinning them around my finger. "Are you ready?"

Dyl shifts his book bag around, saying, "Ready." He exits the house, into my car.

"Bye, Mum. I love you!" I call before closing the door.

I plant myself in the driver seat of my car, turning the ignition.

"You can't start freaking out if I go above the speed limit, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I laugh at my brother, driving away.

It's been forever since it's been just us. I think I'll take the long way around.

"Dylan, you know I love you, don't you?"

"Of course I do. You're my sister."

I smile at his words, hoping to someday have a stronger relationship with him.

He's my most favorite man in the world, nothing can change that.

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Hi!
Sorry this chapter isn't about Luke and Sam. Oops.

I promise, I'll try to make the next chapter just them two.

Ily❤️❤️