Lost Souls

Chapter 7

Fletcher's POV

I had a stealth plan set out for a week to do the biggest thing of my life. Today, I was going to buy an engagement ring for Sammy. 
My plan was to take her favourite ring without her noticing so the jewellers could get the right size, and to go to the store that is furtherest away from where she could possibly be. My plan was going smoothly until she started freaking out about losing her ring.
"Are you sure you haven't seen it anywhere?" she asked me again.
"Babe, I'm positive. Maybe you left it at work?" I threw out.
"Maybe... I do usually take it off before going to the bathroom" 
"See, you probably just forgot to put it back on" she nodded to herself and sighed. 
"Alright, well I'll see you tonight then"
"Good luck with finding the ring" I kissed her goodbye and watched out the window as she got into a cab and drove away.
I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door with a massive grin on my face.

When I got home with the ring, I needed to find somewhere to hide it where she wouldn't accidentally find it.
It took me a while but I decided that my ugliest shirt stuffed at the back of the drawer was the best place, because there's no way she would ever pull it out of there. 
Just as I shut the drawer, she got home. 
"Hey, I found your ring!" I exclaim.
"Oh good, where was it?" 
"Next to the sink in the bathroom underneath a wash cloth" I say and give it back to her.

I couldn't believe it. Engaged. Marrying in two months. I acted as though I was thrilled for her, only because I could hardly say 'oh that sucks, I was gonna propose to you too, y'know, before you walked out'. It kept me up all night.
I got out of bed when I heard the TV on.
"Morning" I mumble. 
"Hey, how are you?" she smiled.
"I feel a bit ill, actually" I lie. 
"Oh, really?" I nod. "Where abouts?"
"In my stomach mainly. I dunno, I got up about an hour ago feeling like I was going to be sick" I lie again.
"Do you want me to go?" she asks. I shake my head and bend over a bit as if in pain. "I'll go for a bit and let you rest. I'll get something for dinner and come back later" she says. I nod, not meeting her eye, and waited until she was out the door before falling onto the couch sighing.
I stayed there for a little while longer before a wave of rage overcame me. I marched to my room and flung open the drawer and pulled the ugly shirt out, ripping the box from it's pocket, the first time I've held it since I put it there so long ago.
I opened it and the rage disappeared, and in its place was sadness. Pure, intense sadness. I sat on the edge of the bed and cried into my hands. I cried for Kenzie, I cried for Dylan, I cried for all the mistakes I made with Sammy. I cried because she was engaged and happier without me. I cried and did not stop.

Sammy's POV

I wandered the busy streets of New York before heading to Gracie's house. 
We sat around for a few hours with tea, talking about everything going on except Dylan. 
It was around five in the afternoon when Tom came home with Dylan's parents. 
"We need to plan the uh, funeral" his father said. His mom's eyes were still red, as were her cheeks and she had tissues in her sleeves and one in her hand.
"I'll call Fletcher and Jay" Gracie excused herself.
Once everyone was there, we helped Dylan's parents make arrangements for the funeral.
The boys, along with a couple of Dylan's closer cousins, were going to carry the casket from the hurst to the grave site before the funeral starts. 
It was going to be different to Kenzie's; Dylan always talked about 'going with ease' and 'making things easy on everyone' by having his funeral held at the cemetery. I think it was secretly because he had strayed from his religious beliefs and didn't want his parents to be disappointed in him. I found myself smiling at the memory of him telling me this, but I was snapped out of my nostalgia by Dylan's parents standing up to say goodbye to everyone.

The five of us sat around for a couple hours more. 
Tom's parents arrived around six o'clock, which was our silent cue to leave.
"I'll call you tomorrow" Gracie says to me when I pulled her in for a hug. We say our goodbyes and walk outside, Jay, Fletcher and myself wandering down the street to our cars silently.
"Sammy?" I looked up from my hard gaze on the sidewalk and saw the boys staring at me worriedly. 
"Yeah?"
"You good? You totally zoned out just then" Jay says with a furrowed brow.
"Yeah, I'm good. Uh, Fletcher I'll see you back at the loft after you drop Jay home" I force a smile and get in my car, speeding away quickly.

When I got back to the loft, I walked into the main bedroom to lay down. However, when I stepped into the room, I saw one of the dresser drawers open, a shirt hanging half out of it, and Fletcher's ugliest shirt lying on the ground.
I picked it up, a smile making it's way to my face when I remembered how much he liked this shirt...

"Hey! Sammy! What are you doing?" Fletcher hastily comes to my side at the dresser, wearing only a towel and water droplets still hanging off his shoulders and hair.
"Having a clean out. You don't need all of these clothes" I fold through his folded shirts. "See! Like this one. This is literally the ugliest shirt I've ever seen. And that's saying something, cause my dad had some pretty ugly shirts" I laugh and reach for the shirt. 
"No!" Fletcher grabs my wrist and I look up at him, startled and confused. "I like it" he says, wide-eyed. I raise my eyebrows at him. "Everyone needs an ugly shirt" he shrugs. "You have tons" his classic mischievous grin appears. 
"Hey! My shirts aren't ugly" I grab his towel from around his waist and start hitting him playfully with it. He yelps and rushes back into the bathroom, locking the door for protection.
I giggle at the childish manner and close the drawer and head to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes.

I pick up the ugly shirt and fold it up. I walk to the dresser to place it back in its' spot, but a small, velvet box catches my eye. 
It's sitting on the top of the dresser. Just, sitting there. 
I drop the shirt onto the ground and pick it up. I sit on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, and stare at the box. 
After about ten minutes I worked up the courage to open it. Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen, shamefully, mine included.
"Fuck" I look up and see a stunned Fletcher standing in the doorway, staring at me.

Fletcher's POV

After dropping Jay at home, I cruised through the city streets back to the loft. The ring and Sammy were still on my mind, and the more I thought of it and her, I realised that I carelessly and stupidly left it out in my room. 
I sped the rest of the way home and ran as fast as I could up the stairs to the loft, calmly opening the door incase she was just in the lounge. 
Unfortunately she wasn't, and I could see the bedroom light on. 
Turning into the bedroom, I froze. There she was, sitting on the bed, adorably with her legs crossed, staring at the ring. 
My gaze went between the ring in the box and the ring on her finger, but settled on her face. I could only muster up one word to say;
"Fuck" she looked up immediately and looked straight into my eyes.
"Fletcher, I-"

**A/N**

GUYS! I'm semi-back. My last exam is on Monday (the 6th of Feb), then I'm on break! For like, two weeks, but it's still a break none the less.

I felt super bad about being away for so long so I tried to make up for it by making this chapter a little longer. Am I forgiven? :D

I'm getting more on track with this now. Hopefully the funeral will be happening and be over within the next few chapters and we can get into the DRAMAAAAAA.

Let me know in the comments or by PMing me if there's anything you might want to see happen or not happen (maybe a new character?) All I know for sure is that writing about death SUCKS! I now know how producers and writers of TV shows feel when they have to kill off a character (sounds kind of mean, but honestly I couldn't see a solid story line for Dylan so something had to happen. Yes, I cried when he died too and I was writing it!)

I'm so sorry (again) guys for being away for too long, but I am working on it, I promise you.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

-Misfit xxxxxx