I have started a full fanfic about this imagine. It's called 'Home'
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Write For Me
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His melodies so beautiful, the air seeming to float around his lips awaiting the next noise that felt so pure to everyone around him. The atmosphere freezing, using all it's energy to try and pull the sweet words off his tongue that would send knees shaking. Send eyes tearing over like a storm rushing the currents through the white water. Send shaking fingers to snap pictures of their TV screens so they'd have a tiny piece of him in their world.
Sam used to write with me. We'd sit on his back porch, swinging the ivory colored swing with our feet dangling. His legs would always be pressed against mine as we sat next to each other in silence, sketching out words that could possibly form into a song. His cheeks would get even brighter when he'd write something perfect, nudging my arm and biting down on his bottom lip to hold back his over exaggerated grin.
"Y/N your page is empty..." He had whisper, waving in front of my face to get my attention back into this world, "It's never empty."
"You're leaving, Sam." I had said quietly, clasping my fingers together in nerves.
I had always reminded him that in a few short weeks... it'd be his time. His time to take this world and mesmerize them with his every word. Show those judges that he could do it, and he didn't need his small life back here.
After I said those words, his eyebrows had furrowed and his lips parted. I had never said anything about it to him because I knew he would feel bad. He'd make promises that he wouldn't uphold. He's too nice, that was just him.
"Y/N c'mon, you're my best friend. I could drag your butt to Hollywood with me if you wanted me to." He had laughed, his eyes now glued to his hanging legs.
"I know." I had said, barely a whisper. I wanted him to drop it because I really didn't want him to say those words-
"I'll be back before you know it."
Those words. Those words were the ones that I didn't want to hear. He wouldn't be back soon, he's too great. He had made me want to erase my memory because I didn't want that expectation running through my head, taunting me.
I love him.
I think I always have. Ever since we'd run around as kids and the sprinklers would be set up-- those hot days when all we wanted was a pool, but my mother only had a blue sprinkler than changed our lawn to mud. Ever since we were 11 years old and Sam wanted to plant a peach tree and planned out how we'd build a tree house. Even when we reached 13 and everything was changing, I'd watch his face while he played video games, hunched over and laughing. I loved him even when he was too shy to let anyone know he wanted his life to consist of all music.
He doesn't know, but being his best friend saved me. These writing sessions, changed me. He changed me. I'm just a friend though.
My eyes had glazed over like someone had thrown lemon juice in my face. I scrunched my nose and forced a smile on my face as I stared at the grass.
He had touched my arm and I had wished I could swallow my tears, look him in his perfect eyes, and tell him to live his life because he deserved it.
But I couldn't. I'm weak for him.
"Y/N why are you so upset? Did something happen at school?" He asked quickly, sitting forward to try and catch my tearful gaze.
It's like he thought he meant nothing to me. Like he thought him leaving wasn't the real reason I can't think straight, or eat the same, or sleep the same.
I had faced him and right away his beautiful face had fallen with the sight of my tears. His forehead creased with worry and I regretted it because I didn't want to cause him stress.
"Was it that Jake kid again?! Because if it is you know I could always-" His face had heated with anger and I stopped him by waving my hand.
There had been a long pause and I just shook my head.
"No Sam. It's you." I had grit my teeth and stared at my dirty flats, "It's always been you."
I had wiped my nose on my sleeve and could practically feel the confusion radiating off of him.
"Y/N, I'm confused, you said-"
I had to. I had to stop him and show him.
So I had shut my eyes and did it. I kissed him. I had dropped my papers to the swing and leaned in.
His lips, his smooth lips, had felt too perfect and still to be real. I had felt his big intake of breath out of his nose, from the shock of me actually doing it.
And he had shocked me, too.
Because I had felt his strong hands on either side of my face as he opened his mouth and kissed me back. Kissing my top lip slowly and dragging the perfectly, deadly kiss, out.
My hands had touched his wrists and I felt the smile he was pulling against my lips. My heart leaped and I had leaned even closer to him.
His lips had pulled away and he took an intake of breath. He still held my face, but when I opened my eyes... his eyes had still been closed and his thumbs ghosted my cheek bones.
I had looked at how his eyelashes spread out when his eyes were closed and how his mouth had turned into a toothy smile.
I had rubbed my nose to the side of his and he opened his eyes.
"I've always loved you, Sam Woolf."
Now I'm writing alone, on his back porch while his family watched this weeks American Idol. I'm sitting here with phantom tears that existed, but wouldn't fall. It was painful how I was the one who was taking pictures of the TV screen, and wanting to fall to my knees like the fans.
That blissfully euphoric moment was just a flicker of fire in his head that he could turn off like a lighter, because he now had a stage, a voice, a contest, a fan, a social media to worry about.
And I'm just here. In our hometown, sitting on his back porch awaiting the day, if it happens, that my Sammy, the boy I ran through sprinklers with, comes home.
Authors note: If you were wondering why there were so many 'had's in the middle, it was because that was a flashback sort of thing. Like if you read the first paragraph, that's in American idol time, but the paragraphs(except the last few) were like her thinking back in time at when he had done this, and that. Sorry if that confused you further! -Anna (WoolfLovin on twitter) Vote Comment Follow?
