If I Stay. (Sam Wilkinson fanfic)

Chapter 2

The next morning I wake up with the sun shining through the balcony, and the smell of bacon.

I get up, and go to my bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and go downstairs.

"Good morning mother. Good morning dad." I say. They're both on the kitchen table drinking coffee. The maid lady is cooking eggs, bacon, sausage, and even toast in the toaster.

"I'm sorry. I haven't properly introduced myself to you, darling. I'm Tessa. Your house maid." Theresa says, smiling and shakes my hand.

"Hello Tessa. My name is Marlene, but you can call me Hazel." I reply with a smile.

She finishes breakfast, and passes it out on the table. She pours me some juice, and pours my parents more coffee into their mugs. She bows as a dismissal, and exits the kitchen.

"Very Polite." I say. my parents nod. We eat in silence, as my father says, it's uneducated when you talk while eating in a family meal.

We finish eating, and Tessa comes into the kitchen to clean up our plates.

"Well. I'm off to my room." I say. I go upstairs and get ready for the day. I get into the shower, and wash my hair and my body.

When I finish, I wrap my hair and my body into a towel, and exit the bathroom. I drop my towel, and add lotion to my body before putting on my panties and bra. I have big breasts, so it's hard to wear clothing that will look right.

I decide on wearing light colored skinny jeans, with my brothers old Davison college sweater, and some black vans.

Yes, I have a brother. But he's 26 and living on his own with his own family in Indiana.

I let my hair loose, and let it air dry. I grab my phone and check the time. 12:40.

I go downstairs and see my parents on the couch talking. "Mother? Dad? Do you guys mind if I take a walk around town to get to know the place?" I ask. "Of course sweetie. That's a good idea." My mom says smiling. I walk outside, and see that the sun is high in the sky. It's pretty chilly for today. Thank goodness for my choice of clothing.

I walk down the sidewalk, and try to find a park of something.

I walk for what feels like half an hour, and find that I am downtown, and there is a Starbucks at the corner, so I go and sit. I enter the place, and greeted with a very handsome barista (isn't that what you call them?).

He has light brown hair up into a quiff sort of hair do, and have hazel eyes. Just like mine.

I have got to say, he's very hot. I walk up to the counter. "Hello, welcome to Starbucks what can I get for a beautiful girl like you for today?" He says, with a beautiful bright smile.

"Hello, Sam," I say reading his name tag. "Can I get a, grande java chip frapp, please?" I say smiling at him.

"Of course. Will that be all?" he says I nod and give him my credit card. "And is there a name for you, pretty eyes?" He asks. I blush and say, "It hazel. Thank you for your compliment." I smirk.

He nods and walks off to make my coffee. I sit at a table of 2, and wait for my name to be called.

After about five minutes, I hear my name called. I get up and grab my drink. He was still grabbing the drink, so when I grab it, his fingers brush over mine.

My cheeks flush, and I quickly walk away. I sit back at where I was sitting, and take a sip of the drink. I grab the napkin wrapped around it and see that there is a note written on it.

It had his number on it and it said;
Call me sometime pretty eyes (; I'd love to spend a day with you.

I turn to look over at him, and see that he is already staring at me. He smirks, knowing that I read the note, and goes back on doing what he was doing.

I enter his number on my phone and send him a message.

Hazel: it's funny that you say I have pretty eyes, when yours are exactly the same 😌 (can you see emojis on here?)

Sam: but yours have a glittery glow to them that makes them even more beautiful. (:

I blush and reply: thanks ?

He doesn't answer back, so I click out of the app, and go on twitter. I sit here for what feels like an hour or so, when I feel someone sit in front of me in the open seat.

I look up and see that it's the boy from the register. "Hey." he says, smiling.

"Hi." I say.

"So. I'm on my break. Want to go do something? I have about an hour and a half." he says. "Sure." I answer, with a smile.

We get out of the place, and walk down the sidewalk.

"So tell me about yourself." he says turning to look at me.

"Well, I just moved here yesterday from North Carolina, and I have absolutely no clue where I am." I say. He laughs and says, "Well, let me tell you Hazel. It is beautiful here, and you'll love it." He says, with a toothy smile.

We talk for a while, getting to know each other. I find out that he only lives a couple house down from my house, which is great.

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He soon says he has to go back, so we walk back to his work.

"See you around?" he says. I nod, and go in for a hug. He doesn't seem to mind, he hugs back. We say our goodbyes and I start to walk back home.