Could It Be? (A Sam Woolf fanfiction)

Chapter 24

I finally got up from the chair in the lobby and looked back one last time at the hotel. No one was there, and I felt so alone. Then I turned and headed out the doors, my makeup all smeared and messed up from crying to much. I understand that Sam wants a music career, and I support that, but he promised we would stay together, no matter what. And here I am, mascara smearing down my face, broken hearted.

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When I get to the airport, I find that everything is paid for, by American Idol of coarse. As I waited in line, I heard two teenage girls talking about three spaces away from me.

"Ya, did you hear Sam Woolf is single now? He broke up with that Alyssa girl that got voted off." said one of them.

"Oh ya, I heard about that. It's about time they broke up. They seemed like they didn't even like each other," said the other girl.

"I know right? Well, now he's free to go out with me." I completely forgot that Sam had a lot of fans that 'adored' him, and that was probably one of the reasons he broke up with me. I remember one time on the show, Sam touched a girls hand, and she cried. Like, wow, really guys?

Anyways, I decided to put that behind me and just get on my plane to go home. I was really excited to see Kat, and I would probably hang out with Emily since we are cool now.

On the flight, it was really relaxing and quiet, and I almost forgot about everything and fell asleep, but then my phone rang. Damn technology. I looked at the caller ID, and it was Sam. I immediately clicked 'ignore' and shut my phone off.

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Sam's POV

When I got into the elevator to go back to my room after 'conversing' with Alyssa, I realized what I just did. I broke someone's heart, and not just someone, the person I love.

I walked out of the elevator feeling terrible. I felt like I had just committed the biggest crime ever, although it only affected me and her.

I walked into my room and sat on the couch next to Alex. "Hey man, what's up?" asked Alex. Nothing was up right now, everything felt down.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Woah, you okay? What happened?" I wondered if I should tell him or not. But maybe it will make me feel a little less guilty.

"Okay, I broke up with Alyssa. . ." I said, sitting up in my seat!

"You what! Dude I thought you liked her!" he said, astonished.

"I do! I do...I just though I had too, you know? I would feel like I need to talk to her all of the time, and I wouldn't be able to concentrate when I'm performing. And I promised that I would stay with her. . .it's just complicated," I said, putting my head back in my hands.

"Wow, that's rough, but I'm still with Jill, and we are fine-"

"I know, but it's different, okay!?" I shouted, then left to my room. I fell back on my bed. What have I done? I just broke up with the best girlfriend in the world. And when we go on tour, are we just gonna ignore each other? Was she mad at me?

I just sat there, thinking if all these questions that I needed answers to. I finally got the courage to pick up my phone and call Alyssa.

One ring, no answer.

Two rings, no answer.

Three rings, no answer.

Voicemail.

I shut my phone off and shoved it back into my drawer. What was I going to do without Alyssa?

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Alyssa's POV

After what felt like years of just sitting on the plane staring out the window, we finally landed. I got off the plane and walked into the waiting area, and my mom was waiting there for me.

"Hey mom," I said shyly, I hadn't expected her to be here, I thought Kat would be. Her eyes shot up from her magazine and she ran over to me and hugged me.

"Oh, honey I missed you so much! You did great!" she said as she kept hugging me. We finally broke apart and decided to go get some coffee.

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"So, are you sad that you are no longer on the show?" asked my mom as we sat down and drank our coffee. I didn't want to explain everything, so I simply said yes and changed the subject.

When we got home, I went straight to my room so I could unpack and everything. I put both my suitcases on my bed and then sat down on my chair and went on my phone. I ended up just scrolling through Instagram and stuff for about an hour, and then I saw Sam in one of Alex's pictures.

"Wow, thanks a lot Alex, way to ruin the rest of my day," I mumbled to my phone, knowing that no one could hear me. I really missed Sam, I still can't believe we broke up. He still loved me, but we broke up? I'm so confused. . .I didn't want to think about it anymore so I clicked my phone off and set it on my nightstand. I then put my hair in a messy bun and sighed. I had a lot to do, and a lot to think about.

I started unpacking, having the same experience I had while packing; every single thing I took out of my suitcase made me sadder and sadder.

When I was almost done packing, at the bottom of my bag, I noticed a pad of paper along with a pen. I remembered that I brought it to start writing songs, but hadn't written a single thing down. I smiled, remembering that Sam was the person who inspired me to write songs. I opened the first page of it, and there was writing on it. I quickly closed it, worried that it was something that would make me sadder than I was. I set it down on my desk. But right after I set down the paper, I noticed something else on my desk.

I picked it up, and it was Sam's sweatshirt from our first date that I never gave back to him.

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So...who do you think the note in the pad of paper is from and what do you think it says? Guess away in the comments! And I am no longer on Spring break, so I probably won't be updating as often, but I will try! I hope you all had a wonderful Easter!

Thank you for all of the reads, comments, and votes! It means so much to me, you don't even know. Make sure you watch Sam perform tonight and vote as many times as possible! Thanks again!

Stay raw -Sam Woolf 💗