It took him five hours to come up and say something.
It had been five hours since I had met up with Sammy and his new pretty toy and told him I was moving out and he was just now coming up to see what was going on.
By this point I had finished a lot of the main packing. I had my clothes in my suitcases and my small other accessories bagged up. The furniture would have to wait and so would a lot of my other things that I simply didn't have the space for.
Right now I was kneeling on the ground arreanging my shoes in their suitcase so that they would all fit right. I had my headphones in and I was blasting my music and therefore I hadn't heard Sammy come inside.
He sat on the front edge of the bed and stared down looking at me. I threw him a glance and tore my gaze away, continuing to mind my business.
The last thing I wanted was to talk to him.
After five long minutes of nothing but pure awkwardness, Sammy knelt down beside me and gripped my face between his hands so that I was facing him. He ripped my headphones out and simply stared into my eyes.
"Talk to me! Rachel say something!" He urged.
I stayed silent.
I let out a deep sigh and gave up.
"Sam, what do you want me to say?" I finally stated.
"Tell me why you're leaving?" He asked looking more serious than I had ever seen him before.
He was so damn frustrating sometimes. I couldn't understand him the way he would be sweet and caring and loving one minute and then the next it was like I didn't even exist.
"Sammy, why don't you give me reason as to why I shouldn't leave?"
That caught him off guard. He dropped his hands from my face and his face looked defeated.
SAMMY'S POV
What was I supposed to say to a question like that? Was I supposed to tell her that she should stay because of me? No. That wasn't a good enough reason. Besides, she had made it fairly obvious last night that she didn't feel anything for me. And why should she? SInce we first met, I had treated her horribly. We were always fighting. I mean sure we would have to those endearing moments where we moved past the animosity and actually got along. Those were the moments I cherished the most. But she was right there really wasn't a reason why she should stay. We were only holding her back. And if you love something.....well you know how the saying goes.
After having her walk out on me last night, I had decided that it would be best if I let her go. Not just for me, but for her too. She deserved someone way better who knew how to make her happy and someone who wasn't holding her back. In other words, she deserved someone who wasn't me.
And so therefore, I had called up the girl from last night, Blaize, who seemed to be pretty chill and thought maybe she would help to distract me from what I felt for Rachel.
Earlier, when Blaize and Rachel had met, I was curious as to what Rachel's reaction would be. I was hoping she would get jealous and maybe admit her raging love for me, but I knew that had been nothing but wishful thinkning. I certainly wasn't expecting for her to drop the bomb on us that she was moving out.
I then told Jack that I would be taking Blaize out for a ride, but in reality I left so I could drop her off at her house and be by myself.
Rachel really had me thinking about my life and the way I was living it. She made me realize that I should take things more seriously and be more committed to my music and my career. I needed to shape up and become a better man.
I only wished I had her by my side to do it.
I looked up once more to meet her gaze and let out a deep and shaky sigh. I couldn't believe I was gonna have to say goodbye to her.
"Well, what about the Jacks? And Nate? You can't just leave them. They're you're friends Rachel they care about you and they love you." I spoke up weakly.
"What about them Sammy? They're all of doing marvelously in their careers and they'll soon be off for tour and you will too. They don't need me, they'll be just fine." She stated with a simple look.
"So this is it? You're leaving. Just like that?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. But nobody here needs me."
That wasn't true. I needed her. So much.
This was my last chance, my chance to tell her how I felt and maybe convince her to stay here with me.
I opened my mouth up to say something....
But no sound came out.
There was no point in telling her how I felt because I already knew she didn't feel the same about me.
She was going. She would be gone.
I leaned in and pecked her lips one more time. And I did my best to show her my love for her through that one kiss. I pulled away, slowly got up, and left.
