Stolen hearts

Sam has two best friends -Faith and Scott- only that Scott becomes more than a friend. Until Max comes along.


3. Chapter 3-Dreams

       I stood in the doorway of where Scott had just left me stranded with my own mind. Didn't he know I was going to think it was my fault? Where did he go? He didn't even say good bye. It was just a quick 'I have to go' and a cold rush of air, and he was gone. I still stood there, confused. Was he going home? If not, where? When I got back to reality I decided to hurry to my room. I shut the door behind me and sat on the edge of my bed. I starred in the full body length mirror in front of my bed. Starring at my reflection. Did I do something? Something wrong to make him leave without so much of a good bye? My hair was wavy and my makeup, surprisingly stayed on, at least most of it. I kept zoning out into my thoughts; Where was he? I hardly said anything to him, so it couldn't have been my fault...Was it?
       I decided to have a shower. I usually always did my best thinking while having a nice hot shower. I got up and went into the bathroom, stopping to grab a towel. I was even closer to my reflection in the bathroom mirror, which I didn't even want to look at. I turned on the tap, took my clothes off and started thinking. I thought about how Max somehow got into my house. How? The door was locked. And how did he make the dent in it? Maybe it was a crow-bar or something. But than I thought about how there was marks on fingers. Indents of fingers. I thought about how I felt like I saw a flash of anger in Max's eyes when he found out Scott and I were together. That brought me to the thought of Scott. Again I asked myself: Where was he? Is he okay? Why did he leave so fast and my favorite Why didn't he even say... Goodbye?
I stepped out of the shower, onto the bath mat, warm and fuzzy. Across the bathroom was the door. I didn't want to go out yet, what if Max was there? He didn't seem harmful, but odd. Just odd. I walked to my room and the light was on, my heart rate sped up thinking that I may have jinxed Max being here--I looked inside the door and saw Scott sitting there. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his head buried into his hands. His hair was sticking out into the open spaces where is fingers separated. When he looked up, he looked hurt, his eyes still had green in them. Maybe even more. He had dark circles under his eyes. He looked restless, tired, and burnt out.
    He rose to his feet and stepped forward, towards me.
"Sam..." He said, sounding more hurt than I have ever heard him sound. He slowly walked over to me. "I'm sorry for leaving so fast. I had stuff to do." He rested his hand on my arm.
I looked down, wanting to cry. I didn't know why. Did I really care about this or him that much? Only I realized that I was still in my towel. He pulled my chin up with his thumb. "Why are you crying?" He looked me up and down as if I was hurt. I didn't even know that I was crying until he said
something. I looked up at him.
"I don't know. Scott..." Before I could finish he spoke:
"Don't worry, everything's okay. Out there and in here."
"Why, what did you do?" I felt him stiffen at the question. Taking me by surprise, he grabbed me and pulled me into him. I rested my head right where it has always felt right and fit best: right in the crook of his chest and shoulder. He held me tighter than ever. Taking breath out of me.
I have to go now though, okay? Im sorry again... For earlier." I looked into his eyes and he looked away again.
"Why?" I saw his jaw flex and I knew that I probably shouldn't have asked.
He smiled at me a second later. "I will call you tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed my lips. His gorgeous, soft, luscious lips on mine.
   After he left I found myself tracing my lips with my fingers, replaying the kiss. I slipped on a over sized tee, with shorts underneath. It was getting late, so I lay in bed.
   In a dream I was standing on a dark foggy road. Only a few street lights worked, there was buildings on the sides to me. No people out, it must have late because all of the lights were off inside the buildings. Where was I? All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye, I saw two people fighting. Like actually fighting. They were both males. Under the street light, I could see the color of their hair: One sandy hair boy and a black hair boy. They were yelling. I slowly moved closer, making sure they couldn't see me. I could here the sandy hair male's voice. Scott. The black haired male. Max. They were fighting about a girl. Her name was Sam. I realized that they were fighting about me. Over me.
"She doesn't know anything!" Max shouted to Scott.
"She can't. I haven't told her. She is not ready yet."
"You need to tell her! She needs to know before its to late." My heart pounded. What did I need to know? And what did Max mean when he said 'before it's to late'? They had stopped fighting. They both panting, and soon enough they were sitting on the curb of the empty street. I was standing behind a building.
"I have to tell her when she's ready, Max. She isn't yet. It will be to much for her. She's an angel. Just like us, when she finds out, I will have to train her to help her with her powers." I gasped and they both turned their heads faster than a person could blink. I turned and ran. I found a fence and jumped it. The building in front of me look abandoned. I recognized it so easily. I was on the other side of town. This whole time I was just on the other side of town. But why would I dream this? One of the doors were unlocked. I pulled the door open and hid.
   I woke up to the sun shining bright into my room. The warm sun on my skin felt hot. I turned onto my back, looking at the blank ceiling. Why had that dream felt so real? I had a million thoughts running through my mind right then. I lifted my head and looked out the window. I got out of bed and over to it. At the window, it was able to open all the way to let an actual body through and on the outside it had a small ledge, just big enough to let someone sit and read. I always enjoyed coming out here on beautiful sunny mornings like today. The town was silent and the sun was maybe an hour after sunrise. There was still some pink and orange and purple left in the sky. I was out there for about twenty minutes before I went back inside. I Stood in front of my full length mirror. I looked like I had been running. At the top of the stairs I could hear Scott's humming. Why was he here? I went downstairs and found him making breakfast.
"Good morning." He said, without turning around.
"Morning." I sat down at the table. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I have to talk to you about something." He turned around and looked at me up and down. "You look cute." He said, grinning.
"I had a dream last night. You. Max. Angels." I said.
"That's what im here to talk to you about. That wasn't a dream.

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