This Ain't A Scene ~ Sequel to Can You Hear Me? (COMPLETED)

Coast (It's Gonna Get Better)

Ana, Sam and I continued to walk around the mall, just talking quietly about whatever came into mind. We ended up going into stores like Claire's, Barnes and Noble, Charming Charlie, and basically, anywhere Ana dragged us (because she had more experience in a mall than Sam and I did). By 3, Sam had gotten plenty of gifts and we had gotten our retail therapy done.

"I think Andy will be less upset now," I signed. 

"You think so?" Sam asked. She adjusted her bags on her arms. 

I nodded, watching as she and Ana continued to talk about what was going on at home. In my pocket, I could feel my phone vibrate. I pulled it out, reading over the new message.

Dad:
You girls okay? Andy told me that Sam
left this morning.

Me:
Yeah, we're okay. Getting some retail therapy in.
Sam is with us, and we're discussing how
soon she is willing to go back home. 

Dad:
Okay, just make sure to text before you leave.

Me: 
Will do

I pushed my phone into my pocket, listening as Sam and Ana talked. 

"We can give you a ride back, Sam," Ana was saying.

"You're sure?" Sam asked, looking at her lap.

I nodded, "Of course! Ana and I don't have anything to do today."

Sam nodded after a moment. We continued to just talk as we walked, moving out to Ana's car. My arms ached a little because of the bags I was carrying, but I knew that the stuff on my arms was my stuff. Ana had hers, and Sam had hers as well. We reached the car and Ana popped the truck, placing her stuff all the way in the back so I could put my stuff in front of hers. Sam loaded her stuff in last, closing the trunk and getting in the car behind Ana. I sat next to her, holding her hand while she drove. 

The drive was quiet. I bopped my head along to the music as Ana and Sam stayed silent, aside from occasional questions from Sam. Ana answered them perfectly, reassuring the other teenager through her anxiety.

It was about half an hour until we arrived at Andy's. We parked the car, and I watched in the rearview mirror as Sam hesitated to get out. I looked back at her and smiled, trying to make her comfortable. She nodded and stood.

"Do you want us to come in with you?" Ana asked, pulling her keys out.

"If you think it'll help," Sam mumbled, opening her door.

I opened my door, walking to the back and popping the trunk for Sam. She grabbed a few of her bags, loading them on her arms. She went to grab more but I stopped her, grabbing the rest. Ana closed the trunk, leading us up to the front. 

We didn't even knock on the door before Andy opened the door, pulling Sam into a hug. I smiled, pushing past them slightly to drop Sam's bags off. Ana took the rest of Sam's bags and followed met to Sam's bedroom.

We walked in and saw Meredith sitting on the couch, a drink in her hand. She saw us and waved, looking back down to her phone. I brought Ana back to Sam's room, gently placing her stuff down. 

It looked like Sam had been kinda rough settling in. The only things that were out were the stuff we had bought the other day. Her bag from the orphanage was still very full and sat on the floor by her bed. Did she think she would have to go back?

We were out the door a while later. We wanted to make sure that Sam got all her stuff taken care of. She was showing Andy and Meredith her choker as we were leaving.

I sighed as we got in, taking Ana's hand. Ana smiled at me, "You okay babe?"

I nodded, "Yeah, just worried about Sam."

"Understandable. How does your ear feel?" Ana asked, pulling out of the driveway.

"I'll take some pain killers when we get back," I sighed, rubbing against it a little. After a second Ana took my hand, making me smile as the radio played softly in the background.

We pulled up to the house a while later. Ana got out quickly, running around to my side and opening the door for me. I grinned, thanking her as we walked to the back of the car. After grabbing our stuff, we walked into the house. 

I had been thinking about the dream I had a while ago. Ana and I had kids who played soccer and danced! When I was younger, I wanted desperately to be in dance. So many of the other girls had been allowed to, but since I couldn't exactly hear anything I wasn't. It had devastated me at the time.

You can hear now. And you can afford it. I smiled, walking to my room.

Ana set her stuff down gently and looked at me, "What are you smiling about?"

"What if I became a dancer?" I signed after putting my bags on my bed.

Ana kissed the side of my head, "Is that something you want to do?"

I thought for a moment. Did I really want this? I nodded as we walked back into the kitchen.

"Then I'll support you every step of the way, starting with asking Patrick," Ana smiled, shoving me gently towards him.

"Asking me what?" Dad asked, looking at me.

"I want to be a dancer, I was wondering if it was possible," I asked.

Dad thought, looking at Mom. She shrugged, "I wouldn't mind."

"Then I don't. Let's figure out how to get you some lessons," Dad said, smiling.