High on Hope✨ {Hayes Grier} (a.u)

//chapter seven\\

"We used to listen to the radio

And sing along with every song we know

We said we'd find out how it feels

To sing to more than just the steering wheel."

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Sam walked to her room in just her towel. she went to her dresser, opened her pants and shorts drawer, then paused, what was the weather like outside? Sam went to her window and pulled her curtains back, revealing clear skies.

oh how she loved living in The Big Apple.

Sam pulled out her phone and opened the weather app, to see how hot it was, it was hot enough to wear shorts, so Sam pulled out a pair of acid washed high-waisted shorts from Forever21, she paired it with a Blink-182 cut off--that she made.

she walked back into the bathroom, and blow dried her hair, running a brush through her bangs and the rest of her hair, she was nervous yet excited. what was her mother like? Sam didn't remember much about her, and from what she did remember her mother was a very sweet lady, and she was funny--but it's been a decade, how much would she have changed? Sam shook the thought out of her head.

Sam started applying her makeup, which consisted of: concealer--to hide the evident bags under her eyes, grey and white eyeshadow, a thin layer of eyeliner on her top eyelid, and finally mascara. Sammy took one final look in the mirror muttering a, 'as good as it will ever get, I suppose.'

Sam waltzed downstairs, grabbing the home phone, and hitting the redial button, Ryan picked up on the third ring, Sam smiled, maybe she was waiting for her call.

"hello?" Ryan's voice answered.

"hey, I'm ready!" Sam said.

"ah, Sam. I have bought tickets to broadway, would you like to come with me, darling?" Ryan asked.

Sam's heart began to race, and her face lit up in pure excitement. "of course!"

"okay, doll, sounds good, do you need a ride?" Ryan asked.

"no, thanks, though. I can get there!" Sam said. "what time is the showing?"

"6:30, so be here by six, a half hour from now!" Ryan said.

"okay, sounds good, momma," Sam said.

"alright BabyDoll, I'll see you shortly!" Ryan said. "love you."

"lo-love you, too," Sam said, hanging up the phone.

Sam's thoughts were hung up on Hayes and one particular memory, it was a date they had. they always used to go on dates, it was one of their mid-relationship dates; they were notorious for going on dates at random days and times, like this memory--for example--took place at 12:45 in the morning. they had decided it would be a good idea to take one of her dad's sports cars (he has two). and go on a little joy ride.

Hayes was going way over the speed limit and Sam could careless, it was a Saturday night; the cops had better things to do than deal with speeders.

the car was a cherry red 1969 Ford Mustang. the car was called Jenna; her father took it upon himself to name all of his cars, he had four all together, his regular car, two sports cars, and her mothers car. their names were weird ones, and Sam could only remember Jenna.

she loved this car, and she loved the feeling it gave her going 60, 70, 80 miles an hour over the speed limit. she loved the acceleration and the adrenaline it gave her, she loved having this experience with the guy she loved; Hayes.

"I love you!" she said. "shit I'm so so so sorry, I did--"

"I love you too, Sammy," Hayes interrupted her, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers, bringing her hand up and kissing it.

the reason it was such a big deal that she said, 'I love you' is because she had said that she loved him earlier in the relationship, but Hayes said he wasn't ready for that, he said it was too early and that they were too young. but sometimes it would accidentally slip from her mouth; because she couldn't help it, she loved the boy, to death.

he finally said it back, and she knew it was real; she knew that she could potentially spend the rest of her life with this boy.

Sam finally came to, and grabbed her phone, dialing Blaire's number, she knew it by heart. before Sam could even greet her, Blaire was bombarding her with questions.

"Sam, how'd it go? did you and Hayes make up? are you guys getting back together? oh my, you guys are totally together again, aren't you?! tell me everything!" Blaire said, almost yelling.

"I feel so attacked right now," Sam said into the phone, "I called to tell you about something else; something more important than Hayes."

"what's more important, Sammy?" Blaire whined; she was notorious for acting like a child.

"my mom," Sam shrugged.

"what about your mom?" Blaire asked, sounding more interested.

"I'm meeting up with her," Sam shrugged.

"wait! YOUR MOM IS IN TOWN?! AND YOUR DAD IS LETTING YOU SEE HER?" Blaire asked.

"indeed," Sam confirmed. "we are going to broadway."

"no way! that's so cool!" Blaire said. Blaire had both of her parents; except, there was a twist, her parents were both guys; her parents were gay. they had taken Blaire from her mother because her mother couldn't take care of her, her mother mostly partied all night, did drugs, and sold herself for money. her mother was one of her dad's step sisters. her dad's names were Kelli and James.

"you've been to broadway," Sam shrugged.

"and so have you, we went together that one time when we were like ten or eleven to watch Hairspray," Blaire laughed loudly into the phone, then the memories came flooding back to Sammy; they went there for Blaire's eleventh birthday, leaving Sam to be younger than Blaire, but that's not what made this night memorable, what made it memorable was that it was the night they first encountered Hayes, he was being forced to go with his mom, Sam remembers the bright red tint on his cheeks when they made eye contact, and Sam was sure she looked the same. she remembers Blaire pushing her into Hayes as they walked by and she--if even possible--got more red. his mother noticed her apologizing over and over and over again, and smiled at the girl, Hayes's mom--Liz--nudged Hayes over towards the two girls. he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and introduced himself, Blaire responded first, and Sam had a little bit of trouble pushing her words out; fore the young boy in front of her was cute, so so, so, cute.

"oh, my," Sam said into the phone.

"that was the night you met Hayes," Blaire sighed dreamily into the phone.

"I remember," Sam said. "that's crazy."

"indeed," Blaire said. "I think you two are meant to be, and that you're being way too vain and stubborn about all of this, Sammy."

"he slept with Hannah," Sam sighed.

"so?" Blaire said. "Hannah is the town bicycle, she'll ride on anything that will let her ride him."

"true," Sam sighed. "but, he slept with her."

"Sam stop being a whiney bitch," Blaire said, sternly.

"you're a hooker," Sam said.

"at least I'm not a whore," Blaire laughed.

"skank," Sam said.

"slut," Blaire said.

"bitch," Sam said.

"fuck off, you best get leaving your house of you want to make it to broadway on time, plus I have to go to Collins," Blaire said.

"true," Sam said. "bye fuckface."

"bye, shithead," Blaire laughed.