Without Reason (Colton Dixon and Sam Woolf Fanfiction )

Chapter Ten •• Olive

"What the hell?" I muttered quietly to myself, holding my phone in the air above my face, squinting my eyes in confusion. Beside the small icon that was my twitter app, stood out in bold red circle the number, the number four. Four twitter notifications? Nobody ever contacted with me on there, it was always Instagram. Tapping my thumb on the blue square, I waited impatiently for the app to load, and when it soon did, I went directly to my notifications.

Sam Woolf @samwoolfmusic followed you.

Directly under it stood two more notifications, ones that caused me to roll my eyes, but smile at the same time.

Lou Ziebell @louziebell followed you.

Max Everett @maxxipadd69 followed you.

I hadn't spoken to Sam since the night all five of us had gone to dinner together, and I'd tried to not let it bother me he'd never spoken a goodbye. It shouldn't bother me, because Sam was a friend that I'd met, we'd spoken, hung out, but he'd never made it seem as if he wanted to stay in contact with me after his time at the hotel. That's why I wasn't letting it bother me, because there was no point in worrying over it. Thinking about someone and letting them have free reign in your brain were two different types of things. May texted Colton all the time. Sometimes it would be in the middle of the night, and I would hear May's phone go off in the room next to mine. It was so annoying to hear that all night, because it returned the pounding thought that Mason was on vacation two states away, and Sam was in Florida. I would even eavesdrop on their phone calls occasionally. They hardly talked on the phone to each other though, it was mostly text messages. Knocking myself out of my thoughts, I returned to the white iPhone I was holding in the air, knowing I would drop it sooner or later. The final notification symbolized a tweet, and I tapped down it to see it larger

@ollieash sorry I never got to properly tell you goodbye. two more months.

I smiled, but the bit down on my lip, knowing I shouldn't be smiling about this. I didn't even have a way to talk to him, let alone see him, for two more months. I quickly hit the reply arrow.

@samwoolfmusic Two more months is a long time, man. Hope to see you then!

Why did I feel butterflies in my stomach as I sent that? I shouldn't be feeling things like that. Laying there, staring at my phone, I decided I needed to do something to pass the time until Sam replied. I clicked on the search twitter icon and quickly typed in Colton Dixon. His profile appeared, and I was shocked that he actually had one. Colton seemed more like a social, outside person, not a Instagram and Twitter kind of guy. I hit the follow button, and the account refreshed, the previously white box now blue. From the one speaker on the bottom of my phone, a pinging noise escaped it. A small blue number one now stood beside my messages, and clicking it, I saw a message from who my twitter considered only as '@samwoolfmusic'. In white font buried in a pool of blue coloring was a phone number. Sam actually gave me his number. Sam Woolf gave me his phone number. I needed to tell someone. "May, come here please!" I yelled, my hands shanking slightly. After the sound of feet charging up stairs, and the noise of my door being pushed open. "What?" She questioned, moving to my shoulder. I simply held my phone up to her, the screen glowing off of her clean and clear skin. "You better text it, Olive. He's obviously waiting for you to do so," she remarked, smiling at me. Lately she's had more breakdowns, but they weren't as violent. I think she had more breakdowns because she missed Colton, but he obviously left a lasting mark on her because she was doing so much better. I nodded, moving to compose a new contact, even taking the liberty to add a set of red paw prints after his last name, simply for the effect of it. May must've left from my side, because she was there no longer whenever I looked up and around. After taking a breath, I clicked the thin blue message bubble by his number, and typed a text.
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The light of my phone exploded through the darkness, breaking apart any of the particles that kept the room unbelievably calm. I reached out blindly, searching for the source of the light. Grabbing my phone, I closed one eye and glared at the screen. The time two fifty-seven glew with the rest of the light, but two words stuck out in the screen that caught my attention. Sam Woolf, and under it, Bradenton FL, with a green answer bar for me to slide at the bottom. What could he want at two fifty-seven in the morning? We'd barely spoken earlier, once I'd finally built up the courage to send him a text message. Simply 'hellos' and 'can't wait to see yous'. I slid the green bar and held it up to my ear. "What do you want, Sam? I was sleeping." Able to tell he was fumbling for words, I knew it wasn't because of him my phone had rung this late at night. "Can I talk to Lou, please?" I heard the phone being passed around, and a voice soon came on the line, though it wasn't who I was expecting. "Hey, Olive," Max spoke. I sighed, heavily. "I said Lou, not Max." Chuckling, he soon talked again, his voice echoing through my tired brain. "Lou's scared to talk to you, even though he's the one who made this call happen in the first place. I think he's secretly in love with you, but won't admit it, because Sam is sitting right here." Allowing my arm to fall under me, I was soon against the pillows once again. "So he thinks it's funny to call a fifteen year old girl, at two fifty-seven in the morning? It's actually quite annoying, the worst way to admit your love to someone." I was grinning by this point, because I couldn't help it. Laughing filled the background, and I assumed it was Sam's, because soon after Lou's voice came through the phone, sounding like background noise. "I love you, Olive Ashford!" I rolled my eyes. "Oh, Lou! I'm so, so sorry to break your heart at this time of night, but I simply don't share the affection." I could imagine Lou, Max, and Sam's smiles right now, stupid but cute, all at the same time. "Fine, then tell me this. Do I have a better chance with you, than Max with your sister?" Laughing a quiet laugh, not wanting May to hear me, I spoke back, "Yes, Lou, considering May would never be into someone like him." Lou seemed satisfied with my reply, because he didn't speak again. "You know it, Olive," Max said. Sam's voice became louder, getting closer to the phone. "Sadly, Dixon is into her and she is into Dixon. Poor Max," Sam remarked. I yawned, the noise playing back through the phone into my ear, louder than it had sounded before. "Awe, Sam! Your girl is tired!" Max exclaimed, and I heard Sam sigh. "She isn't my girl, Max. We are just friends." He spoke this loudly, and I guessed it was because he wanted me to hear what he'd said. "Night, Olive." Max spoke quickly, and the sound of beeping filled my ear, Sam's name soon gone from my screen, leaving me with a blank lock screen.

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Hey guys, it's Grace. In my personal opinion, this is one of the most horrible chapters I've written, but that's only because at the time of us writing it, I was snapchatting with Sam's friend, you know him in the story as Max, and was very excited to be doing so. Thank you for reading anyway! xoxo.