Without Reason (Colton Dixon and Sam Woolf Fanfiction )

Chapter Thirteen •• May

"Stunning," I said, curling my legs up under my body. "absolutely stunning." She twirled in a small circle, the newly created wind catching her loose orange tank top that bore a black headset, causing it to blow away from her skinny figure. "Really?" She questioned, stopping still, pressing the white edges of her solid black converse together. Dark, tight, skinny jeans clung to her thighs down to her shins, ending at the beginning of her newly bought shoes. "You look absolutely beautiful, Olive, trust me." She grinned, "So do you." I shook my head, not bothering to protest. It wouldn't do any good. I looked down at my outfit, hoping it looked nice enough. I was wearing a plain red three-quarter sleeved shirt, light blue jeans, and my black high-tops. I stared up at my sister, whose eyes were on her outfit, as if she was thinking about what I'd said. Olive, since the moment she'd been born, had always been the girl that cared how she looked, and depended on her style to get her through life. Her hair was always perfect, her figure always amazing, because she tried, she was always trying her hardest to impress everyone. I didn't care what I looked like and I didn't care what people thought of me, until Colton came along. I felt like I should be perfect to hang out with him, but I knew I didn't have to, because him himself, wasn't perfect. To be honest, I didn't care what I looked like in front of Colton. I was afraid he would figure out that I wasn't right in the head. He obviously wouldn't want to be around a mental girl, no one ever did. "May, Colton thinks you're absolutely stunning, and so do I," Olive spoke, moving to sit down beside me on the couch. "Just think of what this show could do for you, May. Think of what it could do." I leaned my head into my hands and sighed, heavily. "This show could ruin my life, Olive. Somehow somebody will figure out what's wrong with me. Certain people can look at me and know something's wrong, and it makes them judge me, makes them see me as a different person." I felt a slight amount of pressure against my side, and raised my head up to see my sister laying her head against my shoulder. She was so small, and she was helpless. She'd been through more than a girl her age should have to fight through. "I'm sorry that I'm putting you through this, Olive," I said, quietly, "I'm so sorry." That's when I felt the anger boil up inside of me. "It's all Mom and Dad's fault. If they didn't leave I wouldn't be as bad as I am." She nodded, not speaking, because she knew nothing she could say would make me feel any different. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, her soft brunette hair touching my face. "You're so beautiful, and I'm so proud of you." I whispered. "Thank you so much, May," she whispered. My phone buzzed, causing me to jump slightly. "Colton?" Olive asked. I glanced at my phone to see Colton's FaceTime request. I nodded, pushing the answer button. "Yes, Colton?" I was guessing that his phone was lying on his bed as he kept walking in front of the camera. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, May, but does my hair look okay?" He bent his head down where I could see the top of it. I chuckled and I saw Olive roll her eyes. "It looks the same as it did when I last talked to you, but it looks absolutely perfect." Olive stood, beginning to start out of the living room, her foot on the bottom step of the staircase. "I'll talk to you later, Colton." I hit my finger on the red square, before pushing down the lock screen button and sitting my phone down. "You know, I'd do anything for you, right?" I asked after her. "I know," she said, quietly, "I hope you know that I'm going to joke about you and Colton the whole time right?" I grinned. "Same with you and Sam." She froze, holding her hand on the freshly polished railing. "Don't you think about it." I could sense embarrassment, and I could almost see her cheeks flaring red. Olive had barely spoken to Sam over the last three months, which worried me, because she seemed to be comfortable around him, like he was a friend she would be able to open up to one day. "Then don't think about making jokes about Colton and I."
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"Are you really texting Sam, still?" I asked Olive, who had her legs pulled up against her chest in the passenger seat of my car. "You have no place to talk, and besides, I'm not talking to Sam, I'm talking to Lou. Remember, the good looking blonde boy?" I nodded, not taking my eyes off the road. "I barely remember him. I remember the one that liked me though. What was his name?" She laughed, sitting her phone down on the middle console, screen down, and I assumed it was to keep herself from becoming distracted by the oncoming notifications. "That was Max, he's pretty cool." My mind trailed back, thoughts and images of the boy popping into my head. "He's different though, isn't he?" She crossed her arms, leaning her head back, lips pulled up into a smile. "That sounds about right." I rolled my finger tips across the surface of the steering wheel, "What are you and Sam?" Olive sighed and it looked like she was thinking. "I don't even think we've reached the friend zone yet since we haven't talked for awhile. You and Colton have talked the whole time, and Sam hasn't even spoken to me, except the few times he texted me." I bit my lip, not knowing what to say to her. "Listen to me." I glanced up at the road before grabbing her phone, flipping it screen side up. Slowly beginning to stack upon each other, notifications from text messages, twitter, and Instagram filled the section under the time. "He's trying to get a hold of you, he wants to be your friend. Can't you understand that?" Olive deserved to have more friends than she did and Sam was a perfect friend for her. He seemed to be nice and kind. "I understand that, May, but what if he doesn't want to be my friend?" Flashing my eyes from her phone to the road, I began to read. "Sam Woolf Music liked your picture, Sam Woolf Music favored your tweet, a text message from Sam Woolf." I rolled my eyes, throwing the phone into the lap of my blushing sister. "He wants to be your friend." Olive grinned, slightly. "Maybe you're right, May. Maybe I should contact him." I parted my lips to speak words of agreement, my tongue starting to form words, before the sound of Olive's ringtone sounded in my ears. "Speak of the devil?" I questioned, easing my foot down on the gas pedal, regaining speed to match the highways limit. Glancing down at the phone in her lap, she groaned. "Speak of the devil." I elbowed her in the side. "Answer it, Olive." She cautiously lifted her phone up to her ear and hit answer. "Hi, Sam." She said into the speakers that were placed at the bottom of her phone. I didn't hear a word Sam spoke, but I saw her smile. "Okay, okay yea." Her hand found its way to her mouth, covering up a laugh. I rolled my eyes as another laugh escaped her, and I decided she was definitely head over heels for Sam, while I, on the other hand, didn't know my exact feelings for Colton. "Okay, I'll see you soon." Though the sounds of goodbyes left her mouth, the phone didn't leave her ear. "You are?" She suddenly exclaimed. I looked over at her, confusion in my eyes. She was almost bouncing up and down in excitement, and she never did that. "Okay, so you'll be there?" Olive grinned and I felt happiness form in my chest. "That's so awesome! Okay, okay, bye." She hit end and she let out an excited squeal. "Sam's going to be at the same airport as us!" I scoffed in surprise, sensing the air around us beginning to lift, tension rising. "Why is he going to a Savannah airport?" Olive shrugged. "I have no idea, but who cares? I'm going to see Sam." A part of me sunk as I thought about her seeing Sam. Colton would definitely not be coming to a Savannah airport when he could just drive a half an hour to go to Nashville, and that didn't put my mood in a better position. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about it." She spoke, trying her hardest to make her voice become calmer. "No, no, it's fine," I assured her, "Its just I wish-" I cut myself off, unable to finish. She jolted, as if lightning had struck her, and as if electricity was vibrating through her. My eyes searched, and soon found, the culprit of the action. On the right side of the highway stood a green metal sign that held silver writing in bold letters. Savannah Airport, and below it, five miles. "You'll see him soon, Olive."
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"Where is he?" Olive spoke in frustration as we stood in the middle of the airport. I chuckled, yanking my suitcase over to a empty seat. "Try to go find him, Olive. I'm sure he's around here somewhere." Reaching for her phone in her front pocket, she looked at me, "Do you want a drink? I'm going that way." I nodded, and Olive started her feet in the direction of the small food area that lived in the airport. Sitting down on one of the chairs, I propped my feet up on the empty seat next to me and leaned my head back. I was slightly tired and I was going to attempt to sleep on the plane which probably wouldn't work out. Olive would be with Sam until the plane started to board, but I didn't mind. I needed to be alone for awhile. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I turned my head to see a guy with brown hair and a guitar strapped to his back. He also had a thick southern accent. "No, no," I said, removing my feet, "please sit. I'm May Ashford." He grinned and I saw him clutch his stomach. My eyes glanced over his face and he looked sickly pale. "I'm Phillip Phillips," he said, sitting down. I raised my eyebrows at him. "That's really your name?" He nodded, not fazed by my question. "Yes, that is my real name." I smiled, and he returned it, his face remotely pale, and I could tell it was a cause of the pain he seemed to be in. "Hey, you." Another voice spoke, one that seemed oddly familiar. I turned, and sighed, covering my eyes with my hand. "Really?" I asked. Sam Woolf grinned at me, white teeth showing through pink lips. "I'm here for the same reason as you, sweetheart." His light colored hand held a black guitar case, being kept safe, unlike Phillip's exposed instrument. "Man, you play guitar?" Sam exclaimed, eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store. Phillip nodded, holding his head down, a smile breaking out over his handsome, tanned face. "I'm guessing you do, too?" Sam nodded, moving to sit down across from Phillip and I. "Yea, I have for a long time." I was capable of playing guitar, it was something I'd took the time to learn over the years. My fingers had somehow become more accustomed to the keys of a piano, and the bow of a violin. "I've played since I was thirteen. The end of this year, I will have been playing for eight years." Sam raised his eyebrows in complete and utter shock, "You're twenty one? I'm only seventeen." Phillip's smile didn't leave his face, though his skin began to take on a greenish hue. "You're young. Trust me, after each year you get better than you were before." The sparkle in Sam's eyes didn't disappear, but seemed to shine brighter. Phillip stood from his seat beside me, adjusting his instrument's strap that was tight against his chest. "I hate to seem rude, but I have to go. Thank you for the seat, May, and I hope to see you both soon."