chapter 4

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samantha

i wasnt sure what to do, so i just went on my phone scrolling through some old pictures of Luke and I. Which obviously did not help my situation at all. I eventually got to the picture of him sleeping that i took the morning before he left. he still doesnt know i took it, and i plan to keep it that way. its so crazy to think that our relationship, if we even have one anymore, has changed so much. i miss how it used to be, when we were so happy. well, at least i was.

By the time i finally decided to go to bed, it was already 7 am. i just decided to go downstairs and take on the day, half asleep or not. I went to the laundry room to get some workout clothes, then went to the bathroom and changed into them, and then put my hair into a top knot. I went on my phone and turned on the nike run app, and put it in my pocket. I put on my shoes and headed out the door.

On the way back home from my jog, Michael passed me in his car and stopped. "do you wanna ride? im heading to your place anyway." he asked, and i shook my head. "no i need to workout. im constantly inside. we should race?" i then suggested. his eyes went huge and i knew that he thought i was crazy. "pleasee?" i whined. he sighed and gave in.

"ready, set go!" i yelled out, running as fast as i can. Michael was obviously going slow so i would win. when i got to the house michael pulled in the driveway shortly after.

"hah. in your face." i boasted, poking his cheek. "where is dakota?" i asked him, and he shook his head. "we broke up. she couldnt handle the whole distance thing." he said, but didnt sound to sad about it. I decided that i shouldnt ask any questions, just in case it might be a sensitive topic.

"can i ask you something?" i asked, stopping him before he could walk inside. He nodded, motioning for me to ask. "what is going on with Luke? why didnt he talk to me?" i asked, with pleading eyes. i am tired of all these thoughts and ideas going through my head of what happened while they were on tour.

"honestly samantha, i want to tell you. but its not my secret to tell. im sorry love." he kissed my forehead and went inside, leaving me outside by myself with my thoughts.

a/n: aww michael momentt.

sorry this was super short, but yeah. i found the manip on google, and thought it was cute. i always picture samantha looking like acacia. ( but not acting like her, dont worry. )

hope you enjoyed!

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