Could It Be? (A Sam Woolf fanfiction)

Chapter 4

A/N-I just wanted to say thank you for reading this! It means so much to me! Please tell me how you think the story is, and give me ideas on what you think should happen next. It would make my day! Thanks guys!

-julia_m2000

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Alyssa's POV

I wasn't exactly excited for going over Sam's house. I mean I like him and all, but I think things could get kinda awkward. It wouldn't take very long for him to fill me in on what I missed; I don't really know why he invited me over.

As I began to walk to his house, I kept thinking of things like what his house looks like, and if he has any pets or siblings.

I finally found the house with the address on the paper he gave me. His house looked about the same size of mine, it wasn't tiny but it wasn't giant either. I then took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Oh hey! Alyssa! I almost forgot that you were coming!" Sam said as he opened the door.

"Oh, uh, well, here I am," I said awkwardly.

"Well come in, unless you just want to stand outside all day," he said in a tone I didn't appreciate.

I just rolled my eyes and walked in.

"So where do want to work?" I asked him.

"We could go in my room."

"Oh, um your room? Can't we just work in your living room or something?" I asked. He laughed at me, but I wasn't sure why.

"Don't worry Myers, I'm not gonna try anything. Go upstairs and its the first door on the left. I'm going to get a glass of water. Do want anything to drink?" he asked.

"Um no, I'm good, thanks." I said as I began to walk up the staircase.

This was already awkward, after the conversation we just had. I wasn't thinking anything like that, its just that I thought it would be better to be downstairs.

I then continued to walk up the stairs, and got to his room. His room was surprisingly clean, unlike what most boy's rooms would look like. I found a chair and sat down, waiting for him to come up.

As I was getting my stuff out of my book bag, I noticed what he had in his room.

On the side of his room, he had what looked like a mini recording studio. it had a microphone stand with a mic on it, and a guitar. I walked over to the guitar, and picked it up to look at it.

It was a lot better than mine, and looked a lot newer too.

I began to strum a few chords, when I heard someone open the door.

I immediately put it down and ran back over to the chair that I was sitting on before.

"What were you doing?" he asked me, but not in a mean tone.

"Oh, um nothing. I was just...uh...lets just get to work." I said in panic. Thankfully, he just said okay like nothing had happened.

About a half hour later we were done, and I began to pack up my math stuff.

"So what where you doing before, for real?" Sam asked me.

"I...I was just looking at your guitar, That's all." I said as I began to pack up my things even faster.

"You play?" he asked as he went over and picked up his guitar.

"Ya, I also sing and play piano."

"That's cool, I play guitar and sing, too." he said as he began to strum the guitar.

"Cool," I said awkwardly.