Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 42 ~ my good old life.

Jazmin's P.O.V.

I open my eyes and close them just as quickly. I dig my face deeper into my pillow and try to let sleep take over me. His voice in the back of my head won't get even a least bit close so I give up and turn on my side.

"Good morning beautiful." He says while kissing my cheek as I pull out my phone from under the pillow.

"What makes this morning so good?" I ask and yawn into my hand. "You better have a good reason to be waking me up so early." I stare at my phone. 8:36. "But good morning Sam." I say cuddling closer to him.

"You know what today is." He says making me roll my eyes. "I know you said to not make it a big deal."

This day is the same every year. Nothing eventful ever happens and I wouldn't mind it staying that way for another year. I expected Sam to do something, but I told him He really didn't have to. He has already done enough for me.

"So what exactly is the plan?" I ask and he smiles. He moves away from me.

"First off.." he leans over me while I sit up. ".. eat up." He sets a tray on my lap. Pancakes, strawberries, a milkshake, and box.

"Yo-"

"I know. I know." He says shaking his head. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to."

"So why so early?" I ask and bite into a strawberry.

"I got to thinking on what we could do to not make this day a big deal and I came to the come conclusion of what we could do." He says with a smile on his face like he's hide something.

"And that is what?" I ask already half way done with the pancakes. I'm sure other girls would be on one knee already asking him to marry them, because these pancakes are to die for.

"Nothing." He says with that still prominent smile.

"Nothing?" I ask pretty surprised.

"Kind of."

I set the tray aside and grab the box. Sam really doesn't need to do stuff like this but he does and I have no clue why.

I am tempted to bring the box up to my ear and shake it like the sound of what's in the box with reveal what it is, but knowing that won't work, I just stare at it. Like I will magically get the power to see threw the small box.

"What is it?" I turn to Sam realizing he's been staring at me.

"Maybe if you opened it." He shifts closer to me, still starring at me. I stare back and try to let this all sink in. "Or are you going to keep staring." He kisses me and I turn away blushing, and start staring at the box again.

"100 years later.." I turn to him and laugh as he tries to hide his phone. I miss the days I watched SpongeBob.

The black box with white bow is the size of my palm and is intimidating. I open it and laugh. "Box-ception." Another box, smaller, white with a black bow. I open it and close it back up and push it away. "No way." I bring it back and reopen it and bring it closer to see.

"You don't like it?" He sounds nervous and looks it too.

"No." I kiss him. "I love it." I say making him smile.

He takes it out of the box and puts it on my wrist.

"I just thought you should have your own." He says, staring at my hand.

Of course it would be a bracelet. Just like the others. Covered in charms.

"It's perfect Sam. Thank you. For all of this." I practically straddle him when I hug him and realize where I'm at. "This is so weird."