Battle of the Bands

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Sam’s P.O.V.

I don’t think it had quite hit us yet that Michael was leaving for the tour tomorrow. We were just sitting on his couch watching movies like it was a normal day.

“What time do you have to be at the airport?” I asked Michael for like the eighth time.

“Real early babe, its like five thirty in the morning. You don’t have to come.”

“I’m coming and so is everybody else.” I said being the stubborn person I am.

“Alright. If you want too.” He said pulling me into his arms.

My alarm went off jolting me awake at five in the morning. I sighed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I looked over and noticed my reflection in the mirror and I looked like Medusa. I laughed at myself, I really looked crazy.

I cleaned myself up and pulled all my crazy hair into a bun on the top of my head and threw on some sweats. I grabbed my keys and left mom a note on the counter. Then I drove to the airport. I got there and everyone else was already there. I walked in and found Michael and his mom standing off to the side. I stayed back not wanting to get in the way. Michael looked upset and Karen (his mom) had tears pouring out of her eyes. He wiped his eyes and embraced her in a giant hug. He let go of his mom and looked over at me. He smiled and gave me a small wave. Karen walked off and wrapped Liz (Luke’s mom) in to a tight hug. She was worse off then Karen. I walked up too Michael.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Hi babe.” He answered in the same tone.

“Are you ready to become famous?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Why? It’s going to be a great opportunity!”

“I’m not ready. I want to become famous, but I’m not ready.”

“Everything’s going to be fine. You’re going to do great. Everyone’s going to fall in love with you.”

“That’s going to suck for you isn’t it?” I shook my head.

“Shut up and just give me a hug and say goodbye.”

“Alright.” He pulled me close and snuggled his nose into my neck, pressing a kiss there. “I’m going to miss you so much.” He whispered. “Hey you’re wearing my sweater.”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite.” I blushed. The sweater was black and white striped and was really big.

“Then keep it. It looks good on you.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”  I mumbled.

“Then I won’t go.”

“Yes you will. You will go and you will perform and you will win all kinds of awards, produce albums, and get famous.” I said my voice wavering. I couldn’t cry. Not yet. Not now. Not with him here.

“Flight 349 boarding.” Someone announced.

“That’s me.” Michael said.

“Mikey?”

“Yeah?” I pulled his face closer and pressed my lips to his and he kissed me back. I could feel the tears run down my cheeks and he could too as he raised his hand and pressed it too my cheek, wiping them away.

I pulled back for a second. “I love you.” I leaned back in again.

“I love you too.” He said against my lips.

“Last chance Flight 349 boarding.”

“I’ve got to go.” He said hugging me one last time.

“Bye.” I whispered. He ran his hand down my arm and to my hand holding it tight.

“Bye beautiful.” He started to walk away and gave my hand one last squeeze before slowly slipping it away. I watched as he told his mom goodbye one last time and started to board the plane. He turned back, smiled, waved, and blew me a kiss before boarding. I walked over to the window and watched his plane begin to roll and fly into the air.

“Get famous for me.” I whispered as tears kept coming.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Michaels P.O.V. coming soon lolol

so many tears

omg

help

im drowning

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