"It's a new dawn,
It's a new day
For me
And I'm feeling good..."
-Michael Buble, "Feeling Good"
*****
"Av, calm down. I'm sure it will be fine." Sam assured me, patting my knee.
I sighed, running my hands down my face. "You don't know that! My parents haven't gotten any better, neither have the people."
My parents have only bothered to call me once this whole time. Well, it was my mom who called. Surprisingly, she sounded sober over the phone.The only reason why she called was to question why I thought that going on American Idol was a good idea. When she asked that, I immediately hung up the phone. She never called back.
Her and my dad weren't really supportive of me and my music, mostly due to being drunk nearly one hundred percent of the time. All of my instruments were bought with my own money, and I taught myself to play every single one. It took a lot of work, but yet again, I did have a ton of spare time on my hands.
"Ya know, you could come with me to Florida." Sam offered, not looking up at me.
"No, no." I insisted, shaking my head. "I don't want to cause trouble."
"You won't, trust me." he said, putting his arm around my shoulders. "My grandparents will love you."
I bit my lip, seriously considering going to Sam to Florida. It would be nice, getting away from all of the trouble back home. The only problem would be my parents. What is they call, asking where I am? What would I say? Something like, 'oh, I decided to go to Florida with some guy you probably don't remember. Hope that's okay'?
"I'll think about it." I said.
Sam chuckled. "You better make up your mind soon. We're at the airport."
"Oh, jeez." I said, the realization hitting me. "Um..."
"You don't have to decide right now." Sam said, handing me my bags from the back of the cab. "Just tell me so we have enough time to exchange your ticket."
A decision needs to be made, and quickly. If I go with my original plan and head to Michigan, life may suck for the next three months. But, if I go along with Sam to Florida, I could start a new life. There's pros and cons to both. The decision should be clear, but it just... isn't.
The whole process of the security checks was a blur, mostly. The time was spent trying to come up with a logical solution. Sam didn't try to put up any arguments to sway my decision, knowing that he can't really do anything to influence me. I'm extremely thankful that he left me alone to decide.
With a sigh, I finally made up my mind. This will be either a good choice, or a bad one. With my luck, it will most likely end up biting me in the ass. But then again, not every choice you make in life is the right one.
I'm going to Florida with Sam. Whether that's a good idea or not, I don't know. I guess I'll just have to find out.
*****
"Jesus, is it always this hot here?" I said, trying to fan myself.
The humidity in Florida is horrible. If my hair wasn't hidden under this snapback, it would be sticking up all over the place. Thank goodness for hats, I thought, trying my hardest not to drown in the humid air. Seriously, the amount moisture in the air is unbelievable. Even with the AC in the car, I can still feel the moisture.
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Flashlight (Sam Woolf)
Fanfiction"I will always care for you, even if we're not together and even if we're far, far away from each other."
