Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 51

Sam's POV:

I'm pretty sure I've gone through too much to handle in the past weeks. And I'm sick of it. I just want it to be over. Back to normal.

And I actually think were getting there.

We've been tuned into the radio ever since the night we found it working again, and for the most part it gave us useful information. Although most of the time it kept repeating its self over and over to the point where I wanted to throw it out a window. But overall it gave us good information, like that the government know exactly who bombed the US.

So far they've rounded up about half of the terrorists and they're in confinement for the rest of their lives probably. The other half are hiding, afraid of what they have coming at them.

Another thing that's getting back to normal is socialization. People are actually on coming out of their houses now. They aren't going out and carrying on with their previous lives, but they come out and walk around the neighborhood, asking other people what's happening, what's up, what they do now. But all they can do is wait.

We've also gotten a majority of our electricity and internet back which to me is the best thing yet. Yes I'm a teenager, what else is better to me. Well besides my family.

And that's the other thing. My family. I've been trying for days, hours on end, to reach my parents through phone. I've called my grandparents house, where they were going before, but the phone there doesn't ring at all. But then again the house is in the middle of no where. I don't know what to think at this point.

Their cell phones go right to voice mail, which is kind of a good sign. Maybe their phones are off or dead and need to be charged.

So I put that topic out of my mind a lot. Instead I think of the future and how were supposed to just carry on with our lives like nothing happened. I know for a fact I'm going back on tour with the boys. But I don't know when. And then I'm going to come back, finish my senior year of highschool, then, I don't know. That's pretty much up to my dad. But if it were up to me, I'd enroll in online classes while still continuing my singing career. And of course being as close to Toby as possible.

I mean that's what Toby's doing. He said so himself. He told me one night that I should move to Orlando when I graduate because there's so many more opportunities in our career field there than there are here in Chicago. And I agree.

But I told him there's no way I could afford that. And you know what he said? The thing I want most right now. He told me I could come stay with him. My stomach went on a rampage when he said that. I just want it so much.

But for now, I'm stuck in a single house with five teenagers and a five year old. None of them capable of handling me and Toby being together maturely. Like I highly doubt my brother even knows about us. He kinda just looks at me like I'm insane every time I stand next to Toby. Yeah. Stand. So I do it to annoy him.

And that's what I'm doing now. Except this time, were sitting on the couch, me with my feet up next to me leaning across Toby. With, wait for it, a phone. That works. And its not even ours. Its Connors. So we decide to do something we've done before, something we did before we even knew each other well. Before I realized I loved him.

We take selfies.

"Wait, no, duck face." He tells me and I strike a pose. Just before the camera clicks, we break out laughing. We laugh even harder at the picture because we both look like demented ducks.

"Oh my god!" I yell laughing. "Delete that right now!" Toby shakes his head laughing! "Toby!"

"But just look at you!" He shows me the picture again. "You look like a duck with dementia."