Fall For You

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"Does your mum even know you're here?" Sam asks as I get ready to leave.

"Yeah. I made sure it was okay with her before I came. If not, she'd be blowing my phone up." I chuckle.

"True, true. I don't think your phone has went off once since you've been here."

"That's because you're the only person who ever texted me."

"No, you've got plenty of friends." Sam sits up as straight as possible in her bed. I can tell she's in pain because of the sternness on her face.

"Yeah, one." I proceed to check the time on my phone. Almost dinner time.

"You better go. I don't want to hold you over dinner." Sam yawns a small yawn before wiping her watery eyes.

"You're tired, too." I make my way over to her. "I love you. I'll try to be back tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you, too." Sam rises up to give me a hug and kiss

"Sleep well baby girl." I kiss her cheek once more, then exit.

I text my mum to let her know I'm on my way, although I might be a tad bit late.

"Leaving so soon?" The lady at the front desks asks.

"Uh, yeah. She was getting tired, I want to let her sleep. Plus, it's almost dinner time. My mum would be furious if I was super late," I give the lady a chuckle while signing out.

"You're a sweet boy. We've had many boys in here with their girlfriends, or wives. They wouldn't leave until eleven at night. Samantha is lucky to have you..." she searches the sign in sheet for my name, "Luke."

"No, I'm lucky to have her." I smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss..." I end, waiting for a name.

"Shelly. You can call me Shelly." Shelly smiles.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Shelly." I leave with a smile.

I walk through the halls, out the door, thankful Sam didn't get a room on a too floor. I hate elevators. I'm always afraid I'll get locked inside, then violent monkeys will appear. Ever since Jack and Ben told me an evil monkey elevator story when I was younger, I've been terrified to ride on them.

I quickly walk to my car, considering it is getting fairly dark and I've parked on the far end of the parking lot.

The setting sun blinds my eyes as I remember the times Sam and I had watched the sun set after school and on the weekends.

I couldn't comprehend which was more admiring; the colours of the setting sun, or Sam's overall beauty.

As I enter my car, my phone lights up with a message from Mum. 'Be careful. I don't want you in rehab. I love you.'

I decide whether or not I should message her back, then decide to, incase she gets worried. 'I will. I love you too.'

With that text, I pull put of the rehab parking lot, and onto the main highway.

My thoughts unravel into one; Samantha is the one I want to spend forever with.

I know, I'm only eighteen and still in school. In less than three months, we'll be gratuated, and on our own. Nothing, except reality itself, can stop us then.

I have already made my final decision. I'm going to make her mine for the rest of eternity. I don't care how long it takes, or how many times I have to ask; I want her, and nobody else.

The ride home was complete silence, except my thoughts in my head. Usually, I'd have the radio going, or Sam would be talking in the passenger seat.

She'd talk about her day, and her future, or how much she wishes she could live with me again.

I sit back, drive, and listen with a smile on my face. No, it's not always good days or good talks she has. It's bad days and bad times, as well. She complains, I still listen

One of the main points in a relationship is listening. Listening to what they have to say, everything.

Shutting off my car, I open my driver door, grabbing my things. I walk from my car, to the front porch. Overwhelmed, I open the door. Mum is in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Hey, Mum," I say, throwing my things aside. I give her a small kiss on the cheek, then grab a seat at the table.

"Hello, Luke. How is she?" Mum asks, referring to Sam, while setting the table.

"She was good, better, actually. I got to see her work." I smile and grab an empty plate in front of me.

"That's good. I hope to see her soon."

"I'm going tomorrow. Would you like to come with me? I can swing by after school and pick you up." I suggest.

"I'd love for that, hon." Mum gives me a tight squeeze before sitting across from me.

Tonight, we're having Mexican food, Sam's personal favorite. I grab the ingredients needed to make my signature Taco Salad.

"So, Mum, I was actually thinking.." I say.

"About what?" Mum asks, taking a bite of her food.

"Well, in less than three months, Sam and I will be graduating, correct?"

"Correct."

"And, I'll be moving out on my own."

"Correct, as well." Topics like this are hard for Mum to talk about. I'm the last in the house to move out, and I'm the youngest.

"Well, I was thinking of making it official." I finish making my food, then dig my fork into it to mix it up.

"Making what official, may I ask?" Mum lays her fork down, giving me a look.

"Mum, I really love Sam. And she really loves me, too. I can feel it." I take a bite, swallow, then continue. "I've never felt like this. Not even with Aleisha. Even then, I said it was love. But it wasn't. This..what I'm feeling now, with Sam, is love. I know it is, because it feels just like the way you explained it."

"Love is when you can't stop thinking of, or being around that one person. It's a craving for their touch, and beauty." Mum smiles. "Love makes you feel like you're the only two on the planet. You'll know when it's love, because you'll want nothing more than for them to be happy and to love them."

"Yes, exactly. That's how I feel with Sam." I lie my fork down. "I can't stop thinking of her, Mum."

"That's how I was with your father when we first met."

"So..?" I question

"'So..?' What?" Mum asks.

"Would you approve of me asking her hand in marriage?" I twirl my fingers around my fork, anxious for her answer.

"Luke, son, all I can say is you're the one committing to forever. It's not just sex, and cuddles, and whatever else. It's knowing they're the one. The one you want kids with. The one you'd give everything up for."

"She's the one, Mum. I know she is."

"Then, yes. I'm fine with you asking her hand in marriage." A smile plays along Mums lips.

My smile grows wider, and brighter

I only hope Sam will take my hand in return.

She's the one.

I'm sure of it.

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