Lucky In Love- A Sam and Luna Fanfic

Lucky In Love- Story 3, Chapter 7

LUNA'S POV

Vanzilla comes to a jerking halt outside Sam's house, and my eyes train over the building that I feel I entered only yesterday.

"I hope I'm not intruding on anything." I state dazedly, almost to myself. Lively light seeps from the windows of the house, bathing the lawn in delightful colors.

"I'm sure it's fine." Lori states. "But I'll be here if anything happens." I smile at my sister. "Thanks, Sis." I state as I exit the vehicle.

I stride purposefully down the front lawn and to the front door before I have second thoughts. I return my gaze to Lori, who makes a knocking gesture from inside Vanzilla.

Gulping, I once again turn towards the door, giving it a tentative rap. I stand there... and stand there... When it seems as if nobody heard me, I consider turning away, defeated. However, the muffled sound of approaching footsteps is heard on the other side of the door. The door swings open, and I come face to face with Mrs. Sharp. Her eyes light up upon seeing me, and she sweeps out her arms to accept an embrace.

I happily walk into the hug, relishing in the gentle rocking and cooing of Mrs. Sharp as she holds me. "Here, honey, come in, please." She says, moving aside to omit me.

I turn to Lori, flashing her a thumbs up in confirmation. She returns it, pulling out of the driveway and departing.

"Was that your sister?" Mrs. Sharp asks, placing a hand behind my back as she guides me into the house.

"Yes." I snort with amusement. "One of many." Mrs. Sharp chuckles before sighing exaggeratedly. "I look up to your mom." She states. "To birth that many children and then raise them." Mrs. Sharp exhales through her teeth. "She's very strong."

I nod moments before I hear the voice of my girlfriend from the top of the stairs.

"Oh, Luna, you're here. I was wondering who you were talking to, Mom."

As Sam descends the stairs slowly and purposefully, my heart flutters meekly in my chest. She's gorgeous. Yes, her outfit is the exact same as when I had seen her a half hour ago, as is her makeup. It finally comes clear to me; Sam has undergone no apparent change since I last saw her, but I allow myself to take in just how gorgeous she is.

I take a small step as I gaze thoughtfully into Sam's beautiful face. I watch as her features shift into... concern?

"Luna... you've been crying." Sam states upon meeting me at the foot of the stairs. I chuckle meekly, waving a dismissive hand. "How'd you guess?"

"I can just tell." Sam states, walking ever closer to me. She places her hands on my cheeks, gazing into my eyes. "Are you ok?" She whispers, and I nod.

"I'm fine, Sam. Don't worry about me." I say, much to Sam's evident concern. She hesitates briefly before removing her hands from my cheeks. "Alright... I won't." She states, clearly bottling down her concern.

"What are you doing here?" She then asks sweetly. "Did something happen?" I shake my head, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder in hopes of quelling her anxiety.

"Nothing to be concerned about. Just thought it'd be good to see you." I murmur, knowing that there's more to the story than what I just stated. Sam seems to understand my intention, for she nods her head before taking my hand and guiding me. "Here, let's go upstairs." She says.

It's my first time entering Sam's room, and I notice that--like my room--many rock posters adorn the walls. The walls are painted a baby blue, and a plush bed is located with its back against the wall. The made sheets and jumble of pillows invite me, and I sit down, sighing as I sink into the bedding. Sam throws me an exceptionally soft pillow that I hug to my chest gratefully. I quickly abandon the pillow, however, once Sam takes a seat beside me. Wrapping our arms around one another, we find solitude in the momentary silence.