Chapter 11- Packing Up and Getting the Hell Out

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Ian's POV-

    I rolled my eyes, opening drawers, taking clothes out, putting them in suitcases. Packing wasn't hard, but it was pretty damn menial.

    "I think we've packed enough of my things, don't you think?" Samantha said in a sweet voice.

    "Depends on how long we will be gone."

    She pressed her lips together, looking down at her feet. "How long will we be gone?"

    "Your guess is as good as mine."

Samantha's POV-

    I looked over at Ian, he began packing things again and I did soon after. Knowing Drew, we could never be coming back. I couldn't help but feel guilty for dragging Ian and Anthony into all of my personal problems. I knew they didn't know what they were getting into when they first decided to help me. What I didn't understand was why they never kicked me out, why they never just left me on the damn bench for me to die, they'd never have to deal with all the problems in my fucked up hell of a life.

    What I would never understand was why they cared so much about me, why they cared about when nobody in my life did before.

Anthony's POV-

    Once in my room, I began shoving clothes into my suitcase. I didn't care what I brought, I didn't care how much I brought. All I cared about was Samantha and Ian, and how I wanted to be in Ian's position more than anything in the world. It was weird to think, especially after the short time I'd known her, but I loved her. I knew there was something different about Samantha. She wasn't like all the girls I'd talked to before. She didn't care about how famous I was on the internet. She didn't care. But I knew she loved Ian, and that made me love her even more.

    "You ready?" I heard Ian's voice behind me.

    "Yeah." I said, stuffing the last handful of my clothes into the suitcase.

    I swiflty zipped my suitcase and stepped into the hallway. Once I stepped into the hallway, there was silence. Samantha and Ian looked at eachother then back at me. The silence made me think back to the first day me and Ian met Samantha. It was weird to think that it was just a few days ago we crossed paths with her, it felt like I had known her my whole life.

    "We should probably go now." I blurt, breaking the silence.

    "Agreed." Samantha and Ian said unison.

    I smirk, "Is this the shining or something?"

    "Come play with us." Ian said robotically.

    "Can we just go now?"

    "Yeah."

Samantha's POV-

    Ian started for the door, with me following close behind. He held his hand out behind him, I looked at in confusion for a slight second, then placed my hand in his. I tightened my grip, he did too. A felt a smile lift onto my face. It was weird how the littlest things could make me so happy in such a horrible situation.

    We stepped out the door, and into a small blue car. He sat at the drivers seat, with me right beside him in the passenger seat. My hand didn't let go of his. He looked over at me and smiled, I smiled back.

Anthony's POV-

    "Not to burst your bubble," I called to them from the back seat of the care, "But this car is a stick shift, you two can't hold hands while Ian's driving."

    Ian looked back at me, annoyed. He let go of Samantha's hand. I smiled at the sight, a beautiful sight it was. I looked up at Samantha, hopefully laying my hand up on the console. She looked at it, and leaned back in her seat.

    Rejected.

----- a/n

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