Sight of You

Sight of You - Chapter 3

Authors note: The picture on the side bar is of how I picture Samantha to look like. But with a bit more curls/waves. She's beautiful, isn't she? Now, let's begin with chapter three. 

Chapter 3

“Oh, there you are, honey!” my grandma says when I open the door to her house. She comes up to me and we hug each other. “We thought you were lost or something like that. You need to spend more time at home, Sammy, so you don't get lost around here.”

“Happy birthday, grandma. I love you more than you could possibly understand,” I say and hug her again. I could never get tired of her hugs. I love everything about them. How they manage to make me feel save, how she rubs my back, how I somehow feel special or maybe it's just because how she smells. She smells like one of the first spring days an early morning. She simply smells amazing. “Carly wished you a happy birthday too.”

“Oh, tell her I said thank you,” she says with a huge smile. “I didn't know you befriended her again. I met her some weeks ago but she tried to avoid me but I walked straight up to her to talk with her. After all she spend every other Summer day here with you when you were in your early teenage. She was such a lovely girl.” I never told her why Carly and I stopped being friends. Grandma really liked Carly so I didn't want to disappoint her by saying Carly kissed my boyfriend. I do talk with my grandma about almost everything but I just couldn't manage to tell her that. It would just feel weird.

“We just grew I part I think,” I say. I don't like to lie to her because she's one of my favorite persons alive but I just don't want to tell her the truth either. I really hope she believes in me as she normally has the talent to see when I tell a lie. But this time I think she believes in me. Or so does her look says. “But who knows? Maybe we'll become friends again sometime.” No. We'll never be friends again but my grandma doesn't have to know that either. I feel really bad for lying to her but I think I don't have a choose really.

We go into the living room where everyone else is at. My parents, my two cousins and their parents. Everyone starts to ask me questions about my life in Brighton and I happily answer them. My cousin, Olivia, who's six years younger than me which makes her fifteen asks me most of the questions. She sounds so interested about everything so I ask her if she wants to come down sometime, alone, and she happily says yes. Now we just have to find a weekend when she can come. Which probably will be never. Everyone says so often that they'll come down sometime but never does it. But I really hope she'll come.

We haven't had the best relationship as she's much younger than me and I would love to change that. I don't want her to make the same mistakes I did when I was younger so being a role model for her is important to me. So if we had some days by ourselves it would be easier to talk with her about that kind of stuff. I don't really think she wants me to talk about that kind of stuff in front of her parents.

When we've talked for about twenty minutes we all head to the dining room to eat. I sit down next to Olivia and Joseph, her brother who's two months older than me. So we were pretty close while growing up but when I moved to Brighton three years ago we started to talk less and less for every week and now we hardly ever talk anymore. The only time we talk is when it's family gathering like today. I would love to change that fact too. I'm an only child and they two are the closest I've to siblings. So if I could be closer to both of them I'd be really happy. But I think it will be harder to be close to Joseph again than it will be to be close to Olivia. I don't know why really, but it's a feeling I have.

“Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I ask Olivia.

“No, I don't. I'm saving myself for Liam Payne. You know that boy in One Direction, right?” she says and I nod. I had totally forgot she was a huge fan of them. I'm glad she's a fan of them as they seem like good guys. If she was a fan of some punk-band I wouldn't like it that much actually. “Yeah, I'm going to marry him one day.”

“Keep hoping, Liv,” I laugh. “Let me be your bridesmaid then.”

“It's a promise then,” she says with a huge smile. “Who do you prefer in One Direction?”

“I'm not a fan of them,” I say and she looks disappointed. “I'm not quite sure really, Liv. Who do would you ship me with?”

“Ha, I don't know. But I guess I've to say Louis. But you can't ruin Larry Stylinson,” she says seriously. “Promise me that, okay?”

“Whatever that is I promise you I won't ruin it,” I say laughing.

We continue to talk about One Direction. Not that I know much about them I mostly just nod at everything she says. The only thing I knew before was what I read about them this morning. And probably some other small facts, but not that much. As I said, I'm not a big fan of them but I don't have anything against them.

But she learns me much about them. All about their “bromances”, what their debut song was called, what they've won and much more. She even learn me all of their last names and middle names. She told me all of their date of their births too, but them I forgot the minute she told me them. I get even more amazed by those five boys. Not that I'm going to start to listen to their music or so, that's not my kind of music but they sure are talented.

She starts to go on about how she in the next year is going to their concert. It feels like she never will stop talk about them. It makes me happy how she really has found something she truly loves. I prefer her to dream about marrying them instead of kissing boys. Sure I was kissing boys when I was fifteen. But she's still my baby cousin and I don't want her to get hurt. She's to lovely and kind for that. Not that I deserved what they did to me, but she's still Olivia. She's my little Livvy and I would do anything for her not to get hurt by a boy because I sure do know how much it hurts.

When everyone has eaten up we get back to the living room to look on old videos from when the three of us were young. The most of the tapes are on me and Joe, that's probably because we're the oldest and they say the first ones get taped more. We see how Joe painted watercolor all over me and how Joe and I covered Olivia in sand. We all laugh along the videos. We sure were special children. I miss the childhood. I always had so much fun and didn't care about anything. The only thing that really mattered was which doll I was going to play with that day. I hadn't been hurt, or I thought I had but I hadn't. I wake up from my daydreaming of a SMS. I take up my phone from my pocket to see that it's my lovely boyfriend who texted me.

From My love:

I miss you so bad! Get back already! I love you so much, Sam x

To My love:

I'm back the day after tomorrow! I love you and I miss you too xx

Of course My love isn't his name. His name is Philip. He studies at the university in Brighton too but he studies to become a lawyer. He's really smart and sometimes he's smarter than me about things which annoys me as I'm used to be the smart one. But I love it too. But I love it more when he's so sure he has right when I know for sure I'm right. But I sure didn't fell for that, I fell for how he always is so kind to me no matter what. And he would do anything for me just to make me smile. One time I wanted a cheeseburger in the middle of the night and told him it over the phone as he was at his place and I was at mine. And he drove twenty minutes to McDonalds just to get me a cheeseburger. As I said, he's the kindest boy on earth.

We met there for about a half a year ago at a mutual friend's party down in Brighton. And ever since then it has been Samantha and Philip. Everywhere we go, we're together. And this is probably one of the first time since we met each other that he isn't with me. But he had to go home because it's his mum's birthday and I couldn't come with him as it's my grandma's birthday. So we had to separate which is hard on both of us. We miss each other every minute we aren't together. Even though I probably have the best boyfriend in the world I still can't stop thinking of Blue Eyes. He's allways there and nagging in my brain. I don't have feelings for him at all, but there's still something I miss about him.