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chapter twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

The next month goes to plan.

Jamie and I get closer everyday, talking or texting or Skype-ing every chance we get.

On our second date, we go out to the restaurant that my parents met it. It's in town, and it's a small place, but each night it's completely packed full.

On our third date, a week after that, we decide that fancy restaurants isn't really our thing, so we go to McDonald's instead and chill out at her flat for the rest of the day.

After that, we give up on dates, just kind of hanging out with each other at whoever's house or hanging with the guys.

Sometimes Joanne steals Jamie away to go shopping, but I don't mind. They're good friends, which will be nice for double dates. . .

It all seems to be going well, until one day, when I'm woken up at one am by a frantic knock on the door.

I hop out of bed and pull on some joggers. Who could it be? It can't be Jamie, she's on a vet callout.

But sure enough, when I open my door, there she is.

She is completely soaked through by rain, and shiver, her teeth chittering. But huge mascara stains and tears are present on her face.

Just as I am about to say something, she collapses into my arms, sobbing.

" Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" I ask frantically, wrapping my arms around her.

She doesn't answer, just sobs into my bare chest.

" Please, tell me what's the matter," I say, holding her at arms length. I search her eyes for signs but. . . nothing.

Her bottom lip wobbles and she collapses into a heap on the floor.

I gently push the door closed and lean down beside her, stroking her hair. She's curled up into a ball, rocking herself slowly.

Carefully, I pick her up and carry her over to the couch, placing her down gently. I quickly sit down beside her and stroke her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks in my hands.

" Baby, please tell me what's wrong?" I beg, feeling tears well up in my own eyes.

She shakes her and head and leans into me, tucking her head back into my chest and sobbing some more.

" Jamie," I plead.

She pulls back slowly and looks at me through the tears in her eyes. " My Grandpa. . . he - he's dying."

I don't ask anything more. Just hold her while she sobs into my bare chest.

Eventually, when her sobs are beginning to dull, I mange to get her soaking jacket off and untie her boots. I carry her through to my bedroom and quietly place her down on my bed.

I leave her there for the rest of the night.

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hey guys!

so like yeah, i know it was short but i felt like updating again so yeah.

thanks for reading!

- sams princess. xox