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sammyxabigail
A/N: Spoiler alert for anyone who hasn't seen the end of season two! This story is based off of what happened in the last three episodes. Sadly, I don't own Dance Academy or any of the characters. By the way, the scene in the beginning is the one that happens after Sammy's last dance, but I altered it a bit because I didn't want to make it exactly the same. (Ps. Did anyone notice FF has Sammy listed as Sammy G? Why is this?)
Abigail's POV
"So, you wouldn't change anything? It was good?" He inquired, looked at me in the eye."Yes, Sammy, it was good," I laughed, smiling up at him.
Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around me, picking me up off the ground and spinning me around. In that moment, I realized how much I missed that feeling. As he set me down gently, our eyes met, and stayed locked for a moment. Slowly, his face started moving closer to mine. I knew it wasn't right - we were broken up, but I let him anyway. As his lips touched mine, I got the familiar butterflies in the stomach, sudden shock of electricity that I had always gotten kissing him. His hands rested on my hips, while mime wrapped around his neck; our lips moved in perfect synchronization. After a moments, we pulled apart.
"Uh, I should probably get going. I have class in the morning," I shifted awkwardly, before turning away.
"Oh, and Sammy?" I turned back, wanting to tell him I still had feelings. In fact, that no matter how much I wanted to deny it, that I would never fall in love, I loved him.
"Yeah?"
"Never mind," I sighed, unable to find the courage - nor the right words.
That was my last memory of Sammy. It hurt that I could've told him right then and there, but now I wouldnever get the chance. I remember how I felt when I had first heard about Sammy's death. How I felt like a part of me inside had died, and how every fiber of my being wanted to collapse right then and there, and just give up. But that wasn't me, so I ran to my room where no one could see me, and I cried. I cried harder than I ever had before.
Sighing, I looked in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. It was Sunday, so it was the only time we had to ourselves. While Mrs. Raine was going a bit easy on us due to our loss, we still had to work, just less rigorously. My eyes flickered to the clock by my bedside table; it read 12 AM. I would be breaking curfew if I went out now, but I really didn't care at the moment. Careful not to wake Tara, I found a flashlight and exited the room. I found the exit of the academy and went out, walking to the graveyard. As I used my flashlight to navigate the way, the light focused on a tombstone that read:
SAMMY LIEBERMAN
Febuary 20th, 1994- July 17th, 2012
My breath hitched in my throat, as if this contradicted any belief that this couldn't be real. That maybe, it was all a terrible dream. I sat on the ground, not caring that I would get dirty. I took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to "talk to Sammy."
"Hey Sammy, it's Abigail. I - I just wanted to tell you some things I never got the chance to," I took a break, my eyes averting to the ground. "That last night, when you kissed me... I - I realized how much I missed being with you. How good it felt to be in your arms and to have your lips on mine. You have no idea how devastated I was when I found out the news. Devastated is an understatement. I just felt like giving up. And this is really hard for me to say, but it's true - I love you."
As I said the last words, a tear fell down my cheek, and before I knew it, I was full on bawling.
"It's just not fair," I mumbled, wiping my eyes. Once I had collected myself somewhat, I ran my fingers over the stone, feeling the engraved letters. I could feel the tears coming again, so I decided that it was time for me to leave. I let out a shaky breath, before standing up and walking away. As I walked back, I was hit with a sudden flashback.
I was sitting in Mrs. Raine's classroom on the floor crying, I had been practicing for a long time before, but I was tired, and I couldn't get it right. All the stress had taken a toll on me and I had just lost it. Suddenly, I heard a door close, and footsteps coming closer to the room. Trying to collect myself, I wiped my tears. As the footsteps came closer, I could feel someone sit next to me. I didn't have to look to know it was Sammy.
"Sammy, go away," I said bluntly, still not turning to look him in the eyes.
"Abigiail..." as I heard his soft voice in return, he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"What do you want?"
I heard Sammy sigh in frustration. " I don't want anything. I came here for you. Now, what's wrong?"
I repositioned myself so I was facing him. I guess if he cared enough, I should talk to him.
"It's nothing really. Just too much stress, I can't get anything right and I'm exhausted," a few stray tears slipped out of my eyes as I said this.
Sammy's eyes met mine, and his hand moved to my cheek, using his thumb to wipe away my tears. Usually, I would swat away his hand if he ever tried something like that or throw some insults, but I was too drained out to care. Besides, it ... felt nice.
"You need to rest," he finally said. "You can't be so hard on yourself."
I shook my head. "No, I need to get this right." I tried standing up, desperate to perfect the dance. Once I was up, my legs failed on me, and I collapsed, falling on to my knees hard. Sammy offered his hand to help me up, and once I had stood up, he draped my arm over his shoulders so he could support me. I felt my eyelids drooping, and the next thing I knew, I had woken up in my bed in the morning.
Then, the flashbacks kept coming. Sammy and I first meeting, dancing as partners, starting to become friends and our constant fighting. Then, our first kiss and the many after that followed. Our breakup, and finally - the last memory that constantly haunted me. His last dance and his lips against mine for one last time. When the flashbacks stopped, I found myself clutching a tree, my knees weak. I could feel my cheeks wet with tears; a feeling that seemed to be familiar to me lately. The flashlight was on the ground, a beam of light brightening the path ahead. I bent down to pick it up, before returning on my way back to the academy.