Without Reason (Colton Dixon and Sam Woolf Fanfiction )

Chapter Twelve •• Colton

I slowly threw my arm over my eyes, my skin pressing down against my tightly closed eyelids. "Schyler," I mumbled, pulling the blanket from it's position on my chest to over my eyes. "close the curtains." I rolled over onto my side, trying to block the light as best as I could. "Colton, do you want to see May?" I didn't respond, but I guarantee she smiled, because I was smiling. "I know you do, and we need to leave in an hour and a half, and you still need to do your hair." My sleepy hand shakily found the top of my head, and I threaded my fingers through the brown hair that was messily displaced. "Get my phone." I mumbled, throwing out a finger in the direction of the power outlet on the opposite of the room, beside her leg that bore skin below a pair of dark jean shorts. "Are you going to text, May?" She asked, snatching my phone up. Through half asleep lips, I managed to slur out, "No." Schyler crossed her arms. "Liar. I'm not going to give you your phone until you tell me the truth." I unwillingly swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air coming from the vent below my bed touched my skin, causing goosebumps to break out over the surface. I stepped toward Schyler, holding back a yawn. Holding out my hand, I moved my fingers back and forth, "Phone, now." Schyler shook her head, darting out the door. "Let's see what embarrassing texts you sent to May." Seeing her run, I took off after her, hoping she couldn't get to any of them. My feet loudly padded against the carpet as my legs moved as quickly as they could, every since of my mind knowing I had to catch up with her. Schyler's blonde hair flew behind her, the wind catching it in her fast movements. Spinning around the corner, she was momentarily out of my sight. "Do not go through my phone!" I yelled, rounding the corner as Schyler flew down the stairs. "If there's nothing on there then you couldn't be scared!" She responded. I groaned in frustration, hoping she wouldn't go outside and run into the woods behind the house, considering I was dressed in nothing more than boxers. "Schyler, what are you doing with your brothers phone?" A stern voice questioned, and I stopped in my place at the top of the stairs. Schyler's eyes widened as our mother walked out of the kitchen, hands pressed against her hips in the form of fists. "And Michael, why are you just in boxers?" She asked. "Uh," I stuttered, looking down at my bare feet, not speaking a word. "I'm very disappointed in both of you, and to think I'm letting you leave for a state a thousand miles away in a few hours!" Schyler refused to make eye contact with me. "She took my phone," I protested. My mother held her hand up, blocking off my fighting words. "I don't want to hear it. Schyler, return your brother's phone, and Michael, put some clothes on, and come eat breakfast." I nodded and Schyler darted up the stairs, handing me my phone. "Yes ma'am," I said in an apologetic tone, quickly making it back to my room before my dad saw me. I slammed the door shut behind me, clenching my fingers together through infuriation. I angrily pulled open the closet doors, scanning the options of what I could dress in. Schyler was so annoying sometimes and I was humiliated that my mother saw me running after her in only my boxers. I grabbed a black V-neck and skinny jeans, casting back a glance at the combat boots that sat the end of my bed. Rubbing my thumb over the glass of the screen that belonged to my black iPhone four, I started toward the bathroom to begin on the process of my hair.
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I picked at the toast coated in peanut butter that sat in front of me with my fingers, using my other hand to support my head. "Are you missing May?" Schyler asked in a teasing tone. "Don't think start with me, Schyler Nicole. I'm already in a bad mood because of you," I said in a harsher tone than I intended. She was right though, I missed her so much. I'd texted her, but only talked to one another a few times over the phone. Even though I've only seen her for only a day in person, I felt a connection to her. She'd told me everything, she'd opened up. About Olive, about her mom, her dad, everything, and she didn't know me. I'd never met a girl that was so honest, so kind and loving, to someone she didn't know. From it's place on the table beside my plate, my phone buzzed and the screen lit up. Picking it up in my hand, I looked at the notifications that had found their way through my twitter account.

@samwoolfmusic followed you!
@ollieash followed you!

Olive followed me, which I was grateful for, but May however, did not. "Olive and Sam followed me on twitter, but not May," I commented, trying to keep the sound of sorrow out of my voice. Schyler checked her phone and I saw her scrolling through her Instagram from across the table, her list of followers barely visible from the way she held her phone. "May followed me on Instagram, so maybe she doesn't have a twitter." I nodded, still looking at the notifications on my locked phone. Why had Olive followed me, or even Sam? Sam and I talked in the car to each other a lot, but Olive acted like she hated me hanging out with her sister. Why would she follow me then? "Why did Olive follow me? Even you could tell, she wasn't very fond of me." I turned my head towards the doorway as my mom stepped into the kitchen. "Who isn't fond of you, Colton? You're a very good person." I casted Schyler a glance from my seat at the table, signaling for her to keep her mouth shut. "No one, mom. Just someone we met at auditions." She chuckled, sitting down across from me. "Are we talking about a girl, Colton?" Schyler obviously couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. "There is a girl, but the girl that isn't fond of him is the girl's sister." I groaned, lying my head on the table. Now my mom would want daily updates on my relationship. "Is she pretty, Colt?" I closed my eyes, sighing, still not raising my head from the wooden table. "She's gorgeous." Schyler spoke for me. "Thank you, Schyler," I mumbled. "So she's pretty and you're interested in her? I'm guessing that's why Schyler took your phone the morning." I nodded, slightly and my phone buzzed. May wanted to FaceTime me. I moved to get up, but Schyler stopped me. "Stay in here while you talk to her. I'm sure mom would like to meet her." I shook my head, "No, mom, you don't need to. I need to finish packing anyway."
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"So she was trying to look through your phone?" May questioned, her blonde curls falling over both sides of her face. From the background, I heard a voice almost like hers yell, "May, what should I wear?" I raised my eyebrows. "Olive?" She nodded, "I don't care what you wear, Olive!" She turned her full attention on me again. "So she tried to look through your phone?" I nodded, throwing random clothes into my suitcase. "Yeah, I ran after her and my mom yelled at me because I was in my boxers." May laughed which caused me to smile. "You were in your boxers? Please tell me they weren't Batman." May's remark was greeted by silence and I heard her laugh again. "Oh my goodness, Colton. Why?" I held my mouth open in a smile, shrugging, "You know me very well for only have been texting me for a few months, so tell me, May Ashford, what else did you expect?" She grinned, her beautiful white teeth showing. "Nothing more, nothing less, Michael Colton Dixon." I rolled my eyes at her use of my full name. "Subject change, I don't even know your middle name." May ran her hands through her hair, quickly. "That's because I don't want you to know it." She turned her head, and I could tell Olive was fighting for my attention with her older sister, "Just go, I'll see you in a few hours, okay?" She sighed, before smiling a small, half smile. "Okay, bye Colton." When the screen went black, I couldn't help but grin.