The Decisions We Make

Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends...

Decision 3 continued:

That Same Night:

Sam's POV:

I lay in my bed thinking about what Freddie just texted me. Freddie saved me. Freddie used his wish on me.

I can't help but think why? We've always hated each other and teased each other. I honestly didn't think he would mind if I was gone let alone miss me, but he did and he saved me.

I can't help but admit he has gotten more muscly and he got rid of the little boy hairstyle for a more grown up look. I can't believe I'm saying this, but he is actually pretty cute and the fact that he saved me makes him all that more attractive, but I have to figure out if that is the only reason I am growing to like him. He can't be my foreign bacon.

I'll give it a few weeks and then see how I feel. I have to let the adrenaline and the "you saved my life" factor wear off.

My eyes grow heavy as I think of Freddie. I think about how he chose me. I've never been chosen before and being chosen is a wonderful feeling. He chose me and for that I am grateful. Tears stream down my face and I drift off into a restless sleep.

Freddie's POV:

I lay in my bed thinking about how Sam chose to not exist. I can't believe she chose that and I want to figure out how I can show her she is amazing and not worthless. I want her to feel valuable and loved. I don't want her to feel alone.

I could play her the song I wrote, but I think it's to early for that and it might reveal I like her. I could leave her a note in her locker, but again it might reveal I like her; however, I could make it anonymous. I grab a marshmallow Reese's off my nightstand and eat it, still thinking about how to show Sam she is amazing, but also feeling angry because she chose to not exist in the first place.

I try to distract myself to calm myself down and I put on my headphones and listen to some music.

The first song that comes on is "Who Are You When I'm Not Looking" by Blake Shelton.

I can't help but think about what Sam is like when she is at her house alone...

Does she slide across the floor in her socks with her music turned all the way up?

Does she cook and sing along to her favorite tunes?

Does she watch television and fill in the silent moments with witty banter and laugh at her own jokes?

Does she sink to her knees in a bubble bath after a rough day?

Does she get on her knees and pray and thank God for everyday?

Does she braid her hair and write down her thoughts?

Is she someone completely different or is she beautiful rough edged Sam?

The next song that comes on is "She's Everything" by Brad Paisley.

I begin to fade off to the words...

"She's a yellow pair of running shoes

A holey pair of jeans

She looks great in cheap sunglasses

She looks great in anything

She's: "I want a piece of chocolate."

"Take me to a movie."

She's: "I can't find a thing to wear."

Now and then she's moody"

I fade off for a moment and then I am jerked out of my sleep thinking about how Sam chose to not exist and then I focus on the words of the song...

"She's a Saturday out on the town

And a church girl on Sunday

She's a cross around her neck

And a cuss word 'cause it's Monday"

Kind of reminds me of Sam, I think. Then I drift off into a deep sleep thinking about Sam and how even though she chose not to exist, I can't help but simply love her.

I know it's a short update, but I am already working on the next chapter and I actually love what I have so far for it. I might even put it out as one part and then add what I was going to add as a separate part. 

What do y'all think? Would you want a short part and then a medium part or just one big very long part?

Also depends if y'all want the next decision in the next part or not so let me know.