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EARLY UPDATE!!!

*two weeks later*

Sam and I have been practically inseparable,he's my best friend.
At first I had tons of calls,email,texts,everything from Jack,but after a while I managed to block him on everything.
One time he came round,but it was Sam who opened the door...
Let's just say,a few threats were involved,and he won't be coming back.
I think I can let it go. Because I've let him go. With Sam...I couldn't let him go,because I love him.
With Jack? He was just a rebound I think,I feel bad for kind of using him,but he used me too. So it's kinda fair.

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Sam's round at mine,it's 9 o'clock and Rose,and Oliver are asleep. Oliver's just started sleeping all through the night,so I'm finally getting some rest.
Me and Sam are watching some stupid film,but I don't think any of us are actually watching it,it's just a distraction.

Sam sighs and runs his fingers through my hair.
So was normal for us,we were as close as we could be without being together.
The worst part?
Well there's three 'worst part's.

1- I'm getting too close to Sam, and don't know if I want to be with him or not

2- The other day Rose called Sam 'dad' and Oliver's started to copy Rose,so it's only a matter of time before he does aswell.

And the final part?
Is the worst.

3- I think I love him.
And I don't know what to do about it.
I don't know if I can forgive him.
But I want to.

I snuggle under my navy blue blanket,and shiver slightly ,for some reason I'm cold. Sam notices,and shuffles closer to me on the sofa,and wraps his arms around me.
It's feels...
Normal.
It feels right. Like this is how it should be.
And deep down? It think this is how it's supposed to be.

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It's 10:05pm,and Sam sighs and gets up,

"Okay,Jess I'm gonna go."

I pout,

"Why?"

Sam doesn't meet my eyes as he says,

"It's not because I want to,it's just...we aren't together and I don't know if I should-"

I cut him off,

"Stay."

He looks at me,hope daring to venture into his eyes.

"What?"

"Stay the night,I don't want you to go."

"Are you...you sure?" He asks uncertainly.

I nod my head,

"Absolutely."

"Okay,just...let me go and grab a change of clothes?"

I pout,
"Do you have to?"

He laughs and nods his head,

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