Not From Around Here- A Hunter Hayes fanfic

Chapter 12- Playing Games

***Hello, my lovely readers! So I posted this chapter a few days ago, and only half of it got posted. Like, it just ended halfway through the chapter. I don't know what happened, because I had an entire chapter written and it said it posted! Anyway, I ended up accidentally deleting the chapter draft, meaning I had to completely start over to rewrite it. Hope you like it, hopefully it'll post the whole thing this time! ;)***

Sam's POV-the next day

     I wake up to sunlight peeking through my blinds, creating patterns of light on the walls of my bedroom, which were still painted that greyish blue color they'd been ever since I was little. Turning over, I grab my phone from my nightstand  and check the time. It's almost noon. You know, you don't realize how tiring it can be to be on tour until you get to sleep in for the first time in a few months, and man, does it feel nice to sleep in!

       Debating on whether or not I should get up, I quickly scroll through my twitter feed. Nothing's new, just the few Hayniacs who send me tweets ever so often. I smile, and tweet some of them back, before putting my phone back on the bedside table. I throw the blankets off of myself, and get up, walking to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the day. As I was combing through my hair, my phone vibrated from my bedroom, telling me I had a text message. Walking over to the bedside table, I pick my phone up and open the message. It was from Hunter.

From: Hunter

Hey, we need to talk, like, now.

I sighed and angrily typed my message back. If it's about what I think it's about, and I'm pretty sure it is, I'm not in the mood for it.

To: Hunter

If it's about Melody, I don't wanna hear it.

I still can't get over the fact that he knowingly flirted with my girlfriend behind my back. He's always been so respectful of people and their relationships, even if he couldn't stand the person! I guess Melody was right, sometimes people turn on you for no reason.

      Ten minutes later, I'm dressed and ready to go. I grab my phone, and walk downstairs. "Caffiene, I need caffiene." I say to myself, grabbing my car keys from the kitchen table. Slipping my old sneakers on my feet, I walk outside my front door and get into my car.

Melody's POV

     I sat at a table in Starbucks, sipping my low fat, decaf Mocha. People walked in and out of the coffee shop, yet somehow it remained fairly quiet. As I scrolled through my Instagram feed, I got a text message from Skylar, my friend who owned the Gucci store back in Beverly Hills.

From: Skylar

Mel!! How's hillbilly town treating you? Have you resorted to buying some plaid shirts yet? ;)

I laugh, happy to be hearing from her. At least she understand my pure hatred for Nashville, unlike my parents. I answer her back, before putting my phone down on the table I was sitting at.

To: Skylar

Sky!! Ugh, don't get me started, I wanna come back home sooo bad! But I have a boyfriend so I guess he's okay. And why would you suggest such a thing to me?! You know I hate plaid! Lol

As I found myself in a mindless daydream, I saw a figure walk into the coffee shop. He looked somewhat like Sam, but since he and the band just got home yesterday, I figure he's probably still asleep. "Melody?" a voice calls. It was the guy. Taking a closer look, I realize that it was, in fact, Sam. I jump up from my seat and run to him.