Samantha Johnson's P.O.V.
I was walking hand in hand with Jack when I saw something. Shit. Jack stopped walking, looking at me, "Baby, you okay?"
"L-let's go back to the cottage."
"What's wrong?" He said, confused, as he looked around. I tugged on his hand, "L-let's go back."
I turned on my heels just as I heard *his* voice, "Samantha?"
I closed my eyes, mentally groaning. I turned around, coming face to face with my father. Unlike normal family, where they quickly hug each other when they haven't seen each other for so long, we just have a one on one stare off. Jack stayed quiet, having social anxiety and all.
"Samuel, where have you–" the woman in front of me stopped, "Oh. Samantha. Didn't expect to see you here."
"I wished I wasn't here." I mumbled. My mother eyed me, then at the boy next to me, "Who's this? You're new boyfriend?"
"Yes." I stated proudly. I don't care if they disagree or whatnot. I'm not letting Jack go.
"Why haven't we met him?"
"That's none of your business, Amanda."
"That's no way to talk to your mother." My dad interrupts, "Who's he, anyway? He's just a nuisance. Just like all your exes. Is he rich? Is he of royalty? Does he have a company? Can he even provide for you?"
"Will you shut the fuck up, Samuel? This is exactly why I left!" I said, frustrated.
"Don't you dare to talk to her like that!" Jack spoke up, surprising the three of us. What surprised me more is that he's actually staring at my dad.
"Stay out of this, boy. This is family business." My dad threatened.
"Don't even go there, Samuel." I said, stepping in front of Jack. Out of nowhere, Jack steps out from behind me, "For your information, sir. I work for what I have. I have three jobs. I'm on a sports team at my school, I raise my little sister. By myself. My mom is dead, and my dad's an asshole. That's one thing you and my dad have in common, you're both assholes." I tried to hide a grin, "Maybe you and him should get together and have coffee. You're so egotistical, it makes me sick. I'm not a lazy rich guy who sits around while others do stuff for him. And I'm working on becoming a singer. And even if that doesn't work out, I will still be able to provide for your daughter better than you ever did. Because I actually care about her."
His speech actually left me speechless. But, not my mom, "What you earn in a month, we can earn in less than a day. What you've been trying to earn for so long, we can get it with the snap of our fingers. Samantha can do that as well. That's how rich our family are. Do you think you can provide for her as much as we can?"
Before Jack can say something, I spoke up, "When will you learn that I don't need all the riches in the world to be happy? I don't need money or some damn company." I grabbed Jack's hand, smiling at him, "I just need Jack. He makes me happy."
Jack looked at me before looking back at, what I used to call, my parents, "Well, I can provide actual love and care and attention, which is more important than money. Money kills. Money dies and runs out eventually. It makes people just want more. In a bad way. But love, love lasts forever. If I was poor and homeless and had no money, but I had Sam, I would consider myself the richest and luckiest man alive." He put his arm around me, grinning. We walked away, leaving my parents in their own thoughts.
"That was very brave of you." I said as we got back to the cottage, his arm still over my shoulder. He shrugged, "Now, I can see why you hate them."
"Exactly my point! I wish Corbyn could see that!" I said, exasperated.
"See what?" He asked.
"That my parents are total assholes. Last time, he told me to call them so that I could 'make up' with them. But, surely, that wasn't happening." I said. I took in a breath, "Anyways, let's go pack. You and the boys are gonna make a music video when we get back."
He sighed, "Okay."
I raised a brow, "Anything wrong?"
He shook his head, "I just really hate your parents."
I gave him a sad smile, going over to him and hugging him, "It's okay, Jacky."
"No, it's not." He argued. I just shook my head, resting my head on his chest, "It's okay, Jack. It's okay."
I noticed he's still angry because he's trying to breathe normally to calm himself down. He told me that his former issues is what caused his stress in the first place. I grabbed his hand, gently pulling him down. When his face was in my reach, I put my hand on each side and kissed his forehead, "It's okay, baby. Calm down."
He's still tensed but he's trying to relax. He closed his eyes and I made him sit on the bed. I stroke his hair, running my fingers through it as I rub his back. A few minutes later, he finally calmed down, "I'm sorry."
I pecked his lips, "It's okay, baby. You wanna pack now?"
He nodded and we started packing. A few minutes later, we're done. Jack double checked, making sure he didn't forget anything.
"So... Should we go to the airport or do you want to watch the sunset?"
"Watch the sunset." I smiled, extending my hand towards him. He took it and we walked to the beach. We sat on the shore, the waves nearly hitting our feet. I laid my head on his shoulder as the sun sets. I breathed in the sight, "This is so beautiful."
I felt him nod, "Yeah, it is. But, you're more beautiful."
Even though we've been dating for a long time, he still manage to make me blush. I lightly shook my head.
"What? It's true." He argued, making my cheeks heat up more, "Shut up, noodlehead."
"Hey! They're not noodles."
"Shh, George Washington." I looked up at him, seeing him pout. I chuckled, kissing his cheek before laying my head back on his shoulder.
"I love you." I smiled, "I love you too, Jack."
When it was time to go, he got up and helped me up. We walked to the cottage, grabbing our luggage and heading to the airport. We walked in and wait for our flight. I looked at him, "So, did you like our vacation?"
He nodded and our flight got called. We stood up and made our way to our seats. I closed my eyes, laying my head on Jack's shoulder as the flight took off. I felt him kiss the top of my head before I drift off to sleep.
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