chapter thirty six ♡

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* two years later *

lily ♡

"babe, have you seen my sunglasses?" sammy yelled from the bathroom of our apartment in los angeles, yes you guessed it, we still live together and we are dating, we started dating a few weeks after he got off tour, so we've been together for two years.

i'm extremely happy.

i looked around the room i was in and spotted them on the pillow of our bed. i grabbed them and walked in my room tossing them to him.

"oh thank you" he smiled.

"yeah, on the pillow" i said.

"sorry" he chuckled.

"you're good" i said and walked into the kitchen to grab a water, but there was a knock.

i opened the door seeing, nate, "hey" he said and let himself in.

"hey" i said back and then zoey walked in after.

"hey girl" she smiled pulling me in a hug.

"oh my goodness, hey" i said. i haven't seen her in s few months because she's been in hawaii, where she's from, her grandma has been doing terrible lately.

it sucks.

"how's your grandma? and when did you even get back?" i asked.

"last night and she's okay right now" she smiled.

"that's good" i said. "yeah" she nodded, then tears welled up in her eyes.

"zoey?" i said, "she died last night actually" zoey then said wiping some excess tears from under her eyes.

"oh my god" i whispered and pulled her into another hug.

she sobbed into my shirt.

"i'm so sorry, zo" i said.

"baby, what's wrong?" nate walked in.

zoey pulled away quickly and wiped her tears.

"uh nothing" she said and gave him a smile.

"i got what i needed, come on, let's go talk" nate said and grabbed her hand and they left.

"text me zo," i said as she walked out, she nodded

"sam, are you ready yet?" i asked my boyfriend who takes three hours to get dressed.

"almost." he said.

"well, i have to go, so i'm not late so will you just meet me there?" i asked.

"yeah, i'll be down in ten minutes tops" he said.

"okay" i said and went to the door.

"wait" he said and ran up to me, spinning me.

"yeah?" i said meeting his eyes, he leaned down, kissing me.

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