Mia's POV
I cleaned out my closet, made me bed three times, cleaned my room twice, ate a bowl of cereal, and I lost count of how many times I'd scrolled through Instagram and Tumbler looking for something, anything, new to amuse me and take my mind off the fact that I still had four hours before Sam got here. Every minute felt like an hour. Finally my phone lit up with the name Sam glowing across the screen...
