Mine // Sam Wilkinson

Part // XXXVII

Claire's POV

I got to Emma's house and set dinner down on the counter.

"I thought we could use some Arby's," I said, sighing.

"What's wrong, Clairebear?" Emma say down at a barstool as she unloaded the bag of food, "We always get Arby's when we just don't feel right and need cheering up."

"Nate called me about surprising sam and I'm just so confused."

"Why are you confused? I thought you wanted to see him."

"I do, but you remember how I told you how he barely even bothers to talk to me now?"

"oh... Yeah, I do."

I nodded my head, proving I wanted to change the subject.

"Claire, if you don't wanna go, we don't have to go. It's not a big deal," she smiled at me and put her hand on top of mine.

"I mean, I do. I'm just... paranoid."

"Of?"

"Losing him for good I guess. We could go out there for him to dump me."

"Alyssa isn't even pretty."

"Emma."

"I'm sorry, but she's not. I talked to Nate about it, and he said that Sam is using her for the studio time. Don't worry, okay?"

"You both are telling me not to worry and it makes me worry more."

We finished dinner and set up our usual spot on her living room floor; we always put blankets and pillows everywhere on the couch and floor and grab a bunch of snacks. No matter how one of us felt, these always helped us feel better.

After we watched a few movies, we still weren't tired.

"Claire, can I tell you something? I can't keep it a secret anymore."