Come Back to Me

Cassidieys PoV

I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. Its only been 5 days and I have two more months of this and I don't think it will get any better. I ran my hands over my face.

Do I even want him to come back? What will happen if he does?
Will we fight more?
Will I lose my friend?
Will...he want to move in together?

I bolted up right in bed and ran to the bathroom, pulled my hair back and threw up into the toilet. This was getting increasingly worse.

I balled up toilet paper and cleaned the sides of my mouth and tossed it in the toilet and flushed it. I then grabbed mouth wash and rinsed my mouth. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, I looked like death. I grabbed a hair tie and tied my long hair up into a messy bun.

I went into the kitchen trying to keep myself from thinking about throwing up. Plucked a mint leaf from a pile I had gotten not to long ago and chewed on it while I made some mint green tea. As I got the kettle ready I glanced at the digital clock on the wall 12:50, Sam's calling in 10 minutes. I sighed and spit the leaf out as a fresh wave of nausea hit me hard and I grabbed another leaf. Sam is the only person I would stay up this late for when I had open shift at the Book Nook down the street.

I sat criss-cross on my couch with a nice steaming cup of tea, pale, purple, fuzzy pajama bottoms and a white tanktop and fuzzy slippers, hair still up in a messy bun is my attire for this Skype chat.

After all, who cares? Sam's seen much worse then this.

I opened my laptop and clicked open Skype. He wasn't on yet. And that was okay I know Sam. He's never late and he's never early. I still had a minute or two.

I carefully sipped my tea feeling my stomach relax and I sighed in relief.

My brain was still freaking out though and my brain wasn't even compared to the back bends and somersaults my heart was doing in my chest. And no amount of Mint tea would fix those. Sam really did a number on me.

My computer burst out with the skype ring tone playing and Sam's name flashed across the screen I clicked the video chat icon and quickly a picture of Sam popped up. He smiled and waved
"Hey Sam!" I smiled and waved back shyly.

"You look...cosy." He smiled and winked.

"Is that another way of calling me ugly?" I smiled.

He looked wounded and rolled his eyes, "its two days away, before the big 2-0."

I sipped my tea and shrugged. I never thought my birthdays were that big of a deal.

Sam frowned, "are you feeling okay?"

I nodded even though I knew he could tell I was lying.

He kept frowning but changed the subject, "So I have this surprise but I'm to excited about it to not show you now." He reached down on the floor and shuffled around and before showing me he looked back at the screen, "close your eyes!"

I grumbled but complied. I heard more shuffling and a whistle from Sam.

Sam sighed, "Okay...open!"

In his hands was a precious Saint Bernard a dog that's been on my top list of dream dogs my entire life. I'd only mentioned it a few times. Providing another reason why I loved him; he listens. Even small things.

I shrieked and couldn't stop smiling, "you didn't!"

"I did!" He smiled proudly, making himself look younger then he actually was, "I wanted to name her Belle after your favorite Disney princess but I thought I would run it by you first."

I nodded, "it's perfect Sam." My somersaulting heart was starting to hurt. I missed him and I didn't know if I could keep this up. Love always leads to hurt. I sighed, "its all so perfect Sam."

Sam frowned, "seriously, what's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm just tired. I have an early shift tomorrow, I should get some sleep."

"Okay," Sam sighed and didn't smile.

I had to make him smile at least a little. I had to know he was happy.

"Hey, Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Better take care of my little princess!" I said giggling.

Sam smiled and he waved goodbye with one of Belles paws and I clicked end on the Skype call.

I laid my tea down and shut the laptop and sighed. This is too much, I thought, I love him but I'm scared. I laid down on the couch and my eyes slowly closed