Why? (Sameron)

Chapter 1 - A New Beginning.

Why (Sameron)

Chapter 1

 Posted - 6th of March 2015.

Today is the day Sam is moving forward with his life. Today is the beginning of a new chapter. Today is the day Sam is moving to Australia.

After Asking Alexandria broke up, almost 4 years ago, Sam had decided that he wanted to settle down. It would be the perfect time, no surprise tours across the world, no distractions, nothing. So Sam got married, to a lovely American girl named Brittany. Sam and Brittany got on like a house on fire, that was until Brittany cheated on Sam. She did on numerous occasions, for most of their relationship. So when Sam found that out, they got a divorce. It's a shame, really. But that's all in the past, and the past is the past.

Sighing, Sam approached the passport desk, duffel bag resting heavily on his shoulder. Sam gave a false smile to the brunette behind the counter, and began to reminisce. He remembered all the times he would have to stand in line during the early hours of the morning with his bandmates, goofing around, making fools of themselves. Or when they were too tired and ended up falling asleep on one another, or on the bags. Once Cameron even had to carry Ben through the airport as he had fallen asleep.

Sam snapped out of his thoughts with an embarrassed blush and took his passport back, sliding it gingerly into the front pocket of his Affliction hoodie for later and loaded his duffel onto the weighing machine-conveyer belt thing, before watching it slide through some black rubber flaps and into a room unknown to the public eye.

"Thank you." Sam gave a forced smile and avoided all eye contact.

Every so often, Sam would hear a laugh that would remind him of James, a yell that brought back memories of Danny, or a couple bickering like idiots, reminding him of Ben and Cameron. Of course, Ben and Cameron weren't a couple, but they sure as hell argued like an old married one.

Buying a bottle of Oasis Summer Fruits and a Kerrang! Magazine from a nearby WHSmith for the plane, Sam set out to find a fairly empty part of the terminal to have a seat in, just to relax until his gate boarded, which was in about 25 minutes. 27 if you want to be exact.

Danny's other band, We Are Harlot, seemed to be doing good, about to release their 3rd studio album. As for Ben, he joined a new band, immediately being taken in and given the position of lead guitarist. Last time anyone heard from James, he was engaged and expecting a baby. Cameron, you may ask? He all but disappeared off the face of the earth. Hadn't used his twitter in over 2 years, same goes for his instagram, mobile and house phone.

"Gate 12 to Sydney is now boarding," The intercom crackled from above, startling a man across the ways, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the midday sun and hood pulled up, making him anonymous.

Sam let out a small chuckle as said man stood up shakily and fixed his sunglasses clumsily,before grabbing a back pack from the floor beside the chair and joined the growing que to gate 12. That's when Sam realised he was to be in that line. Blaming it on the California sun, Sam picked up his own ratty messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder before joining the que, behind a woman and two children that must've been around the age of 6, maybe 7.

Sam got the passport and ticket out of his pocket in advance, and when it came to it, handed it to the chirpy female and way-to-happy-to-be-straight-male behind the desk. The woman ripped off a piece of the ticket and handed it back after checking that his passport photo matched his current appearance. Which it should, he only got the passport last year.

Boarding the plane was a challenge in itself, people pushing and shoving, doing what they could to get the best overhead locker for their carry-on luggage. Deciding it was best to keep it with him, Sam kept his eyes open for seat 13A, which probably wasn't the greatest choice of seating, given the number.

Spotting row 13 just a few away, Sam sucked it up and gently shoved a middle aged man with a very obvious toupée to the side. The man didn't seem to bother and was probably to interested in the what seemed to be heated conversation with his wife about which floral hat looked better. The man didn't seem to care and said his wife looked the exact same no matter what. And who says chivalry is dead?

Sam slid into the empty row and made himself comfortable, glancing out the window quite a few times and smiling. Today was the beginning of a fresh start. Sam slid his black messenger bag underneath the seat in front of him and made sure his phone was on flight mode before sitting back and clipping his seatbelt into place. He rested his head on the side of the plane, which was cold, although Sam couldn't feel it. His hair had grown out, creating a barrier to shield the skin of his head and neck from the cold. Sucked when it was warm, though.

After a few moments, the seat on the end of the row was occupied, the one in the middle remained empty until a few moments later, when the man with the hood and sunglasses sat down. This was the man who Sam had watched stumble around the airport. However mean that may sound, you don't just approach strangers.

When the flight was full, the doors were shut and the safety 'briefing' began. The same old thing, emergent exits here and here, how to tighten your seatbelt, where the life jackets were placed, etcetera, etcetera.

Earlier that day, Sam had deactivated his twitter, sending out one final tweet,

'I wish you all the best, thank you all for sticking by me these past years, I love you all dearly.'

Which may seem like not enough, the bassist many Asking Alexandria fan's knew and loved sending out such a short message to hint at such a big change. Same goes for his instagram.

Sam was done with his old life. He had enough of the accusations of the spilt of Asking being his fault. It was a mutual agreement between the 5 of them. Asking Alexandria had past its best, it was the right time. But if the fans wanted anyone to blame, they should blame the record label. Pushing the band into things they didn't want to do, inevitably driving them apart.

The seatbelt sign lit up and Sam smiled, readjusting his seatbelt, just to make sure it was done properly and he was safe.

The man next to Sam hadn't moved much, still sitting stiff as a board but now he had a seatbelt around his middle. He was a strange person, Sam decided. But he was going to be sitting next to this person for the next however many hours, may as well try to make conversation.

Sam turned to the man, who was yet to move.

"Hi."

The man didn't reply. Didn't even flinch. He continued to stare ahead, sunglasses on, staring straight ahead with the hood covering his face.

Sam sighed and sat back, carefully pulling his earphones out and beginning to unravel them, hoping for some kind of escape from the boring, silent world around him.

The intercom let out a few loud crackles before one of the flight attendants voices was projected throughout the entire plane.

Their flight time was a fuck load of hours, pilot was a man called Jack Fairbairn, and they'd be landing at 9am, Australia time.

Sam lay his head against the side of the plane and shut his eyes, hoping for some sleep in the coming hours.

The plane began to move and Sam opened his eyes once again, looking out of the window. This always was his favorite part. The plane turned moved up and around the runway for a few moments until it began to pick up speed.

In no time, the plane was in the air and they were on their way.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, it's a rather large taster of what is to come! Thanks for reading! 

-Luxx)