Sammy's POV
I turned around to see the only girl I've wanted to see. I didn't know how much I truly missed her until she was a foot in front of me holding a huge bag of my favorite candy.
"Claire," I whispered her name, only because she took my breath away.
She was wearing a tight fitted dress that showed all the right curves in all the right places and heels that made her legs look even longer. I couldn't explain how great she looked.
She dropped the bag of Sour Patch Kids on the couch and met me halfway between where we were standing. Her arms wrapping around my neck as I picked her up and swung her around.
Her laugh was my favorite sound, and being the cause of it was my favorite thing. I kissed her gently, only knowing I wanted more.
I set her down gently, careful of her landing on her feet correctly.
"What are you doing here?"
She looked at Emma, both of them smiling, "We wanted to surprise you guys. It's been forever and we knew tonight was basically the end of tour and it's not that far from home."
I embraced her again, not being able to hide my happiness from her.
"How long are you guys here for?" Nate knew exactly what I was thinking.
"We plan to head back tomorrow night sometime."
"What do you say you come to Massachusetts with us instead? There's room on the bus and the guys love you both."
Nate, my man, you are brilliant.
Emma and Claire were stunned.
"I'll have to call my mom, but I know I'd be okay with it," Emma smiled at Nate.
"I'll have to call mine too but I'd love to. I feel like this is August nineteenth all over again, but even better."
August nineteenth was the night of our first date; the night I need to top to make her mine soon.
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Mine // Sam Wilkinson
FanfictionClaire was just a girl from a small town who had a love for a boy who didn't know she existed until the day he only had eyes for her.
