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Chapter 4: Film the World Before It Happens

All she saw was yellow. Bright and shiny yellow.

"Rachel?"

She blinked her eyes. "Daddy?"

Leroy smiled at her. "Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. What happened? I was in school."

"What do you remember?"

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. "I remember leaving glee club." She said.

Leroy nodded. "Is that it?"

If she was honest with herself, all she ever saw were fragments. She remembered feeling confused and... Nervous during glee. She even remembered feeling her heart accelerating into an alarming level, but she can't really remember why.

"There was a guy." She said, finally remembering something she thought was significant. "Sam." She racked her brains for his name.

"Sam?"

"Yes." She said, continuing to remember. "A blonde- haired boy with green eyes." She blushed.

She noticed her dad sat straighter. "Well, what about this Sam?"

"Well," she tried to focus. "We were talking, after glee was done. And, I'm not sure but I felt... different at that time."

"Different how, honey?"

She breathed in, and Leroy patted her back for support.

"I'm not sure, I can't explain it. I feel like I know him somewhere, or something."

He dad nodded. "Do you? Know him I mean."

She closed her eyes, frustrated because she doesn't have enough to go on. "I can't remember."

After that, her Daddy told her to take a rest and that he has to talk to her Dad.

Making sure that Rachel wasn't going to go down, Leroy closed her door and immediately went down to the kitchen where Sam and Hiram were anxiously waiting. Upon seeing Sam's hopeful face, he felt deeply saddened.

"I'm sorry Sam." Leroy said to the blonde. "She doesn't remember."

The look of hurt flashed across his face, followed by a nod of understanding. Leroy continued to tell them about what Rachel said.

"She remembered Sam's name?" Hiram clarified. Sam looked at Leroy to confirm.

He nodded.

Sam bit his lip. "What does this mean?"

Both the fathers kept silent, indicating that they have no idea.

"But she said she felt different or something like that, right?" he continued to ask anyway.

Leroy nodded. Both he and Hiram looked at the teenager who was deep in thought. They knew he was about to make his next step.

Sam nodded to himself. "I'm gonna go for it. Baby steps."

Hiram nodded and Leroy smiled.

"Be really careful Sam." Hiram reminded him once more. "Really, really careful. For the both of you."

Sam nodded, jaw set. Leroy squeezed his shoulder.

...

Rachel never really took the time to notice, but it seemed like entering school today was more bearable. Ever since she entered McKinley High, her days felt irrelevant. She felt out of place, though no one was really mean to her. She just kind of existed. There was a nagging feeling that this isn't where she should be, that none of this doesn't make sense. Of course she would scold herself mentally for thinking those crazy thoughts.

She kept thinking maybe this was the side effect of the car accident she and her dads had this summer. She can't really remember any of it, but her dads said that she hit her head pretty hard that's why they need her to have a regular appointment to the Neurobiologist. She remembered being a loud-mouthed girl who doesn't care about other people's judgments and every time she thought of going back to that, she just can't. She doesn't think it's her anymore.

Rachel knew she should feel sad or angsty that she wasn't the girl she used to be, or the fact that she kept forgetting things. Instead, she couldn't care less. She continued to exist everyday on Mckinley High. People knew her, but not enough to get better acquainted. She's fine with that.

But today, it suddenly felt different. As she walked the hallway, that different feeling kept building up inside her. Did something happen yesterday that she forgot?

She looked around before going to her locker and saw that the jocks once again had thrown a slushie over some guy who wore glasses. She spotted Finn Hudson smiling in her direction. In the past she probably would have smiled too-widely and make her way towards him, but not now. She remembered having a crush on him before being home-schooled and she really didn't know why it stopped, because she was sure she put their names on the same paper before. Still, she politely smiled. He seemed to take that as an invitation because he slowly started to walk his way towards her, and before she could find a way to make some excuse, he looked over her shoulder and frowned. Then he completely stopped and went back to where he was.

"Rachel?" a voice in her back called out before she could begin think about Finn's reaction. The warmth in the voice was so soothing, it felt like it was the missing piece that she was hoping to find.

She turned around and saw a pair of green eyes that sent shivers down her spine. She blinked and saw a mop of blonde hair and full lips along with those eyes. She smiled at him, wider than she intended.

"Sam, right?" she said, still smiling. Why can't she stop smiling? This isn't like her nowadays, especially here at school.

He smiled back, kind of like a sad smile if she really observed. "Yeah, that's me." He said, and then completely changed his demeanor. "How are you? You passed out yesterday."

"I'm fine now. My Dad told me you were the one who helped me get to the clinic." She said, still smiling. "I never got to thank you for that."

He chuckled a little and then chuckled once more, like he couldn't help it.

"What's so funny?"

He just shook his head. "Nothing. It's just that, you don't need to thank me. Just as long as you're fine."

She nodded, telling him how sweet he is. And seriously, she couldn't stop smiling. He just smiled softly at her, without looking away.

"I was told that you're an excellent singer." Sam said, continuing the conversation.

"Who said that?" as far as she was concerned, Kurt, Mercedes and Santana were the ones always hogging the spotlight. She knew she was an excellent singer and in the past, she may have shown it to the people like a true diva, but not now. The best she ever did nowadays was to sing a duet with Noah Puckerman.

He shrugged. "Mike Chang."

Makes sense, Mike has always been very kind to her. "He's just being nice. I don't sing that much anymore."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," she said, getting frustrated again by the fact that half of the time, she doesn't know the reasons.

"You look like you're born to be on the spotlight." He said.

She chuckled. "I used to feel like that but now I felt like I grew tired of it. I just wanted to get through the day." She said, for some unknown reason telling this boy her thoughts that no one even knew. If Finn or Noah were the ones she was talking to now, would she share these thoughts with them? She doesn't think so.

He pursed his lips. "I don't think you should just get through the day. You would want to live every moment, because every millisecond counts."

She looked at him sideways. "Isn't it supposed to be 'every second'?"

"Someone told me it should have been millisecond," He said with a rueful expression on his face. "And I definitely agree."

She couldn't help it. His presence made her feel better than what she felt everyday for the past five months. She was sure this was the first time that they actually talked, let alone in private. But she's slowly feeling her old personality coming back, like it never left.

"Well, that someone was right." She said.

And there it was again. That warm chuckle that sounded like there was an inside joke on whatever she said. But instead of commenting about it, she enjoyed his laughter instead and smiled.

The silence grew, with him never taking his eyes off her. She saw him bit his lip but not looking like he wanted to go on his own way either. In all honesty, neither does she. There was something about him that makes her feel...happier. She racked inside her head to look for a conversation starter.

"I think it's safe to assume that you like Dr. Seuss?" she tentatively asked.

He looked deeply surprised at what she said. The look on his face makes her want to take back what she said. Maybe she remembered wrong.

"What?" he asked, almost whispering.

She gulped, taking a chance. "Dr. Seuss. Because you quoted him."

"I did?"

She nodded, having a good feeling that she wasn't wrong on what she gathered. "Yes. Yesterday, at glee practice."

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed again. Finally he settled on asking. "What exactly did I say? I forgot."

"Oh um," she cleared her throat. "You said,'Hi I'm Sam. Sam I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham.'"

He didn't say anything, just looked at her. His green eyes suddenly became intense as he looked like he was studying her. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she found herself blushing at the stare.

She decided to take it back. "I'm sorry, my mind's a little blurry so I'm not really sure if it was you who said it-"

"It's definitely me." Sam confirmed, cutting off her sentence. His expression was unreadable. "I used to quote Seuss every time I make an introduction."

Rachel breathed out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. I thought my brain was switching to unknown places right there. I've always liked Seuss, too."

He chuckled warmly again. "Yeah, I know."

"You do?" she asked, surprised.

Then he looked at her as if he'd been caught red-handed. "I mean... You knew it was Seuss before I even said it. So that counts, right?"

She nodded slowly. There was something in his tone that made her feel like he's really known all along, but she waved it off. How could he know? This is the first time they've ever actually talked, that she remembered anyway.

"So what else did I say?" he asked. "That you remembered anyway."

His tone was friendly, casual even. But when she looked at him, she saw how his green eyes were looking straight at her, as if he was studying her. It's hard to guess what he was really thinking because other than the unwavering stare, she can also sense something else. The fact that she can sense it, and believe for it to be true was a little disturbing for her but at the same time she felt it to be pleasantly familiar, in which she also found confusing.

But still, she racked her brains for something. "I—I don't know anything else," she said, feeling a little on the edge, like these feelings were too much for one moment. "I'm sorry Sam." She breathed.

"Hey," he said, the tone of worry evident in his voice as he touched her arm for comfort. "Just relax, Rachel."

She closed her eyes, the touch making her feel calm. And when she opened them, she saw how Sam looked really worried for her. "Don't worry, I'm good." She assured him.

"Maybe it's still not healthy for you to be here now," he said anyway. "Maybe you should rest."

She grinned with her cheeks flushing. Unknown feelings surfaced within her, confusing her more. "I promise that I'm fine. I'm not your responsibility Samuel Evans, so don't worry too much." She touched his arm, feeling a little affectionate. "Thank you again. I'll see you later." she then hurried to the hallway, feeling very confused but missing his presence already. What is going on?

Sam stared at her retreating form. He knows she needs time alone now, given the fact that she has mixed emotions at the moment. He doesn't know what to think either. She remembered something from their past, but she was sure that it just happened yesterday. The moment she said it, his heart thumped frantically into his chest and he didn't know what to feel. It thumped more with excitement as she spoke his full name, like she always used to do whenever he worries too much for her. He never told anyone his full name in this school, let alone to the Glee club and for that he knew that Rachel acted upon it by remembering her past but not realizing it. Should he be happy that she actually remembered something? Or worried, because there was a thin line between the past memories and present, but she was criss-crossing it without a headache. But more than that, should he really be more worried by the fact that she can possibly hide something not only to him and the people, but to her fathers as well? She's a good actress, she can hide very well if she wanted to. He was scared because sometimes, he can't see right through them and with her new self, he may not see through them at all. The moment she gets really confused about her feelings, he knew she would hide it to find out what's going on.

...

Fingers were tracing the outlines of her arm until it finally settled onto the curve of her waist. She had her eyes closed as she hears the soft humming of a man whose lips were dangerously close to her ear as his breath sends shivers through her spine. She smiled at the song as he turned the hum into a soft melody.

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.

They were dancing on a slow beat and his voice is the only thing that she can hear, other than the fast beat of her heart that was accustomed whenever he was around. Her hand was tightly holding his and the other was curved at the nape of his neck.

Because baby, you're gonna be the one that saves me.

And after all, you're my wonderwall.

Her bare feet were on top of his, as he sways the both of them around. "I should be the one to sing you that." she murmured into his chest.

"Why?" he asked softly, never stopping his movements.

She stroked the back of his neck. "Because you always save me."

She felt more than saw his blonde hair pull away from her just a little. He looked her in the eyes and smiled at her fondly. "That's where you're wrong, Rach. You save me in ways that only you are able to do and you know it. You save me every day."

She chuckled, blushing. "So cheesy."

He kissed her cheek slowly and let his lips linger there. She closed her eyes at the feeling. "People in love have the tendency to be cheesy, but they do it because it's true." He stroked the curve of her back. "I always feel like this whenever I think of you."

"Feel like what, Sammy?" she asked, pressing more to him.

She felt his smile on her cheek. "Like a warm summer with the grass beneath my feet and yours above it, and the heat of the sun radiating through the trees, which gives us the best weather." He moved his lips to press it on hers. "Like I'm holding you and your smile this close and there's only us in this moment. It's perfection."

"You're so sweet, Sammy." She whispered on his lips. "And you know what?"

"Hmm?" He murmured while continuing to caress his lips on hers.

"I'm so in love with you."

He smiled and continued to kiss her in a slow manner, like savouring every millisecond of it. She chuckled inside at the thought. "Every millisecond counts." She said, pulling away just a little.

"Very very true." He said and kissed her again, more intense this time but still in a slow manner. They continued to do it for a while, until they pulled away to breathe.

"You should write songs, you know." Rachel said with her cheeks still flushed. "If you can say it without a pen, then you could do better, and that was already good."

He grinned at her, pressing her more to him which both didn't think it was still possible. "No, that was only for you, Rach."

"You're saying that you couldn't compose words like that without me around?"

"Pretty much so. I told you, you're my sky." He said, smelling her hair.

She smiled, remembering what he said. He told her before that she was neither his sunshine, nor his moonlight. She's his sky, because it's the home of the two. The best of both worlds.

Rachel's eyes opened in an instant, gasping for breath while looking into the darkness. She felt around her, realizing she was in bed and she was dreaming. She continued to breathe in short gasps as she tried to calm her fast heartbeat. She dreamt of Sam Evans.

But she frowned, knowing it was a dream but feeling like it was more than that. She's still feeling everything she felt during the dream. It all feels familiar to her but to her endless frustration, she couldn't remember when she felt it. And it dawned to her. Those were memories. Her memories with Sam. It makes the most sense, and it fits into everything. But she doesn't really know who he is and the logic of it beats her instinct and emotions.

She sat up straighter, feeling more determined than ever. She's going to find out who he is in her life and why all of this is happening to her ever since he stepped into McKinley High.

AN:

Hello everyone and I'm sorry for the long update! I'm glad you're liking this story and please continue to review! It makes my day and gets me inspired.

I'm sorry for the grammatical errors and misspelled words. This chapter is longer than the other ones and I hope you like it! Thank you for the favourites and the story alerts! I'm working on the next chapter and I hope it wouldn't take too long. I did the breakdown of the story until the end and I'm actually pleasantly surprised about it. CONTINUE TO REVIEW! Thank you.

The title was a line from Panic! At The Disco's 'She's a Handsome Woman'. The song from the dream is 'Wonderwall' by Oasis.