Without Reason (Colton Dixon and Sam Woolf Fanfiction )

Chapter Eleven •• Sam

"Did you and Skyler get into a fight?" My Grandfather asked, concern in his voice. Lou, who was laying on the couch, in what looked like an uncomfortable position, laughed. "It's nothing big, Papa Roy." He raised his eyebrows at me. "What happened, Samuel Woolf? I know something happened." I sighed, continuing to toss the small orange ball in the air as I lay on my back, the carpet digging into my arms. Still not speaking, Max did so in my turn. "He had a girl problem, and Skyler didn't want to be apart of it. Unlike us," He paused, looking down to grin at me, and I replied back with the action of sticking my tongue out, "who will be with him till he's the winner of that goddamned show." I scoffed, "It's so nice to know that you just stick around because I might become famous." Lou shrugged, his legs hung over the arm rest of the black leather couch, "Gotta take it while you can get it. Plus, to have a famous friend? Hell yea I'm gonna stay with you." I ran a hand through my hair, rolling my eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if I could get better friends than you guys." Papa Roy shook his head, bending down to reach his hand out and hit my shoulder, not hard enough to cause a stinging pain. "Don't say that, Sam. Max and Lou are two of the best people in the whole state of Florida." My grandpa definitely didn't know them personally, that was for sure. Max smirked at me and I knew he was thinking the same thing. I shook my head, and held the ball in my hand at my side, rubbing my thumb over the orange covering that held the small plastic pieces that rested inside. "So who's this girl?" He questioned, rubbing his hands together. "Well-" I held up a hand, stopping Lou from speaking anymore. "It's no one." Max
scoffed, sitting up in the arm chair he had been previously slouching in. "Her name is Olive." Lou held a finger in the air, a stupid grin on his face, before he added "And Max is in love with her sister."Papa looked at Max, and shook his head, before standing up slowly. "Don't be doing that Max, you'll ruin Sam's chances with this girl." I groaned and threw the ball up in the air, hitting the ceiling with a thumping noise. "Sam's getting angry," Lou remarked with a smirk on his face. I wanted to wipe it away. "I shouldn't have said anything," I mumbled. Roy stood, pushing up with assistance from the arm rests of the recliner. "No, Sam, I'm glad you told me." He was always glad when I told him about my life, especially girl issues. I always thought it was because I'd had so much happen to me in my life, he just wanted me to open up. "Why exactly are you glad I told you?" I asked, throwing the ball at Max. Shaking his head, Papa Roy stepped into the kitchen, not speaking another word to me. Lou rolled around, and in a very swift motion, was on his feet. "Sam, I have a preposition." I raised an eyebrow, following his motions. "If by the end of American Idol, you have not fallen for Olive, I've been proven wrong, and you two are just friends." I nodded, signaling for him to continue on. "Though if you do fall for this beautiful girl, you and Olive must join Max and I at the homecoming dance." I groaned, rolling onto my stomach. "I don't want to go to homecoming," My eyes flickered over to Max, "and since when would he have a date?" Max was about to speak out in his defense, but Lou cut him off, not taking his eyes off of me. "If you don't like Olive, like you've been saying you don't, then don't worry, you won't have to go, but a lot can change in a few months." He was right. A lot of things could change in a few months. "Haha, looks like Sammy is having some doubt," Lou remarked. I held my hand out, an Lou locked his with mine in a tight grip. "Deal." I spoke. Max chuckled from the chair, "You better start picking out a suit now, Sam."