Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 49

Rhian's POV:

Its been about a week since we got Riley and Grace back. After three days we all decided were sick of being down here and outweighed the risks with our wants. We moved back into the house but we take even more precaution than before.

We keep the lights off at all times. We don't leave the house for anything. We stay on the upstairs level as much as possible so no one will see us. And there's always at least one person on watch.

I can tell were all about done with this whole thing. I really just want to go back to normal, which sadly means school and homework, but at this point I'm desperate.

But I've spent a lot of time with Sam that I've never gotten before. She's definetly changed with everything. And in good and bad ways. She's stronger, braver and she's not afraid anymore. Well unless people decide to come up to the house, then yes, she's afraid. Were all afraid. What I mean is that she's not afraid to be who she is

Before, she never told me, but I knew she just wanted to fit in. I knew she was different but I never told her. And now she's the opposite of everything she was before, which was: she hated boys, even the idea of dating was too much for her, she didn't have any guy friends, she hated singing in front of people, and most of all, she's less afraid to show her true feelings about anything. Especially Toby. But she likes to hide that still. I don't know why...

But some how I like this new Sam. She's more open with me. Except when I mention anything that has to do with after this whole crisis is cleared up.

One time when I was talking with her and that topic came around, she told me she didn't want to talk about it, so being her sister, I teased her and begged her to tell me. And she did and I regret doing that. Believe me, if I knew it would make her cry, I never would have asked.

I guess she's worried that after Toby and the guys leave, everything will go back to normal, meaning normal with no Toby. Like he never was a part of her life. And she can't live with that. I guess they mean more to each other than I see.

So now whenever I see them together, I look at them differently. When I see them, they're not holding hands, only when they're doing something that requires them to, they're not cuddling or holding onto each other for dear life like some couples do, they hang out like good friends. Like they're nothing more. And I guess that's why I haven't noticed that theyre closer than that before.

And when I talk with her now, and Toby comes up, I talk about the fun, positive stuff. You know the "have you guys kissed? That's so sweet! You two are adorable!!" You know the stuff that makes her blush and giggle uncontrollably.

Today when were all just chilling, like every other day cause we have no choice, I grab Sam and Grace and bring them to the guest room for a gossip session. I have nothing better to do so why not.

"Sooo what's new?"I ask them taking a seat on the bed.

"Nothing, same as yesterday. I'm getting really bored." Sam says. She sits in front of the piano we have and runs her fingers along the keys, but doesn't make a sound. I know she's dying to play though.

I turn to Grace and find her looking off into space. "Grace?" I ask her. Her head flicks over to me and she regains her attention. "Anything up?"

"Umm... No. No." She says. Yeah, okay. She definetly has something to say.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." She gives me a small smile but I can tell its not sincere.

"Yeah you do. Come on, tell me what's up. You haven't been the same lately."

"You know why."

"I know. But it just doesn't seem like it would be from that. It seems like your sad and upset. Now please don't tell me your upset that we got you out of that place!" I sit down beside her and wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"No! I'm happy! Like thank god!" She says but trails off.

"Okay. That's it." I sit up and face her. "I'm not gonna force you to tell me what's wrong. I'm not. But please, if somethings bothering you, don't be afraid to tell me. Or sam. Or anybody." I see her nod. I stand up and head for the door. "I'm gonna go relieve andrew of watch."

Then I leave and continue through my boring day.

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Sam's POV:

I sit there with Grace in silence for so long I forget shes there.

"Can you play me a song?" She asks. I look at her and she's like a lost puppy begging. Normally I wouldn't because I'm self conscious but I'll do it for her. I don't even know what's bothering her.

"Yeah. What song?" I ask her.

"All of me." She says. But just before I start she says,"Sam. I like your voice. I do. Just don't sing. I wanna hear the piano."

"Umm.... Yeah. Sure." Usually I would take offense but at this point I just wanna know what's wrong.

I begin to play and I wish I could turn and see her face but I can't. She's sitting on the ground against the other side of the bed and I can't even see her.

About a minute in I hear the door open and Riley, Connor, and Toby walk in. I guess the sound of music got to them. I turn while I'm playing and I all see them take a double glance at Grace.

Toby and Connor look at me and I just shrug my shoulders. I have no idea what's going on with her. Riley keeps his eyes on her and eventually takes a seat beside her on the floor.

From there on I don't see what they do. Connor takes a seat beside me on the piano and watches me play while Toby lays down on the bed and listens.

As soon as I hit the last note of the song, we all watch as Grace gets up and leaves. I can't even tell if she's mad or upset or anything.

"Riley, please tell me you know what's wrong. Cause I don't." I tell him.

"No, she didn't tell me. Sorry." He stands up and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his back still facing us.

Me and Connor look at each other. Connor shakes his head telling me to leave him alone, so I do.

For awhile we just sit and "laugh" and play music like we used to. Its been so long that I forgot how much I love playing music, especially with the boys.

This goes on until Andrew calls us downstairs. I know it must be something, because one, we aren't really supposed to be downstairs, and two, what doesn't go wrong these days?

I walk downstairs behind Connor and find andrew in the living room. Before we can say anything Andrew gets all up in our faces.

"Have any of you touched this in the past few days? Have you tried to get a signal?"

We all nod our heads and mumble 'nos', even grace over in the corner, looking sad, tired, and a bit depressed.

"Well look." He turns to the small radio on the table and flips it on. At first its a staticy sound that we've been hearing out of it for the past how many weeks, but then as andrew turns the knob, he finds a station. And its clear.