Pre-written.

This chapter should fill in a bunch of holes from previous chapters.

Any grammatical errors I apologize in advance for!

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It had been 6 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes since they had spoken to each other.

He didn't call, he couldn't. Simply hearing her voice, in person or her voice mail would have him, standing in the airport, ticket in hand, on his way back to her.

The last time he heard her voice was a message she left on his phone.

They were standing on her porch, just like that had hundreds time before, in the same place that he had told her he loved her a year and a half before. Where he asked her out for the first time 2 years before. And now, here they were, standing on the porch where all these amazing moments in their relationship had happened, and it seemed like this was the same place it was all going to end.

There time was up, she was leaving in the morning.

"So..?" She said breaking an awkward silence that had taken the two of them over.

"Soo, what?" Sam asked, he knew this was potentially one of their last dates together before she left, and he didn't want it to end on a sour note.

"Are we going to talk about it or no?" She didn't want to fight either but ever since she had told Sam that she was leaving he seemed withdrawn, taking a step back from her always. It hadn't been the same, yes they were together but it was different.

It wasn't good, or bad it was just different.

"What's there to talk about you're leaving.." He stuffed his hands in his pocket, he didn't want to talk about this but if she wanted to he knew they'd end up fighting it out on her porch.

"Sam.."

"Don't do this, okay? Let me be completely selfish with you for one moment, I don't want you to go, I want you to stay," It was like something snapped inside of him, he was at the point where he'd say anything to her here with him. "I know I should be supportive of your dreams but please, don't go, stay."

"Sam, I'm sorry, but, I- I can't stay here." She never thought this day would come, the end of her and Sam, but right now, she was leaving and he was staying.

He wanted to be selfish, he wanted her to stay close, stay with him but she didn't want too, she wanted to get as far away from here as possible.

"I don't want us to be over, McNally, I want this to be the beginning of a long life together, we've been through it so much.." He trailed off, after learning that she was leaving he became closed off again, building those walls back up, because she was leaving him.

"It doesn't have to be Sam, we can keep this going, there's phone calling, texting, Skype, this doesn't have to end." She had planned it out, how they could make it work for the sole reason that she wanted it too, she wanted it to be the beginning not the end.

"I'm sorry McNally, but long distance isn't going to work, you and I both know that, senior year was hard enough with work, school, hockey, football, cheerleading. There were some days that we didn't even see each other because of our schedules, and now you want to put thousands of miles between us, and try and make it work, when we struggled when we lived a 5 minute drive from each other."

It was true the last few months had been difficult, final grades were make or break for final acceptances to college, Sam's sports, hockey finals wrapping up, and pre-training for the summer football season, Andy's cheerleading, being on prom committee, and student council, on top of both of them working part-time jobs it was tough.

The only reason they survived it was the late night phone calls they had every night, around 11:00 o'clock he'd call her, they talk about each other's days, when their next face-to-face encounter would be, and what the next day brought for the two.

"So that's it then?" She asked him, the last thing she wanted but if he wasn't willing to fight for this then neither was she. "We done, two years together, and life-long friendship gone because I'm leaving."

"Andy, you're moving to Los Angeles, we live in Toronto, there's no way this could work. I've begged you to stay, and you know what," He paused, he had never really told anyone how hurt he was by her leaving, he couldn't understand what was so horrible here, that would make her want to leave.

He was here. Her family was here. Her friends were here. Why would she want to leave that?

"You never once asked me to go with you..." He trailed off, when he found out she was in fact going to UCLA, he instant thought about going with her, not a lot was keeping him here, and she was everything to him.

"Sam.."

"Admit it, you didn't ask because you didn't want me to go with you. You're moving on to bigger and better things. You wanted this to be over, and you leaving was your out."

He wasn't the best of the best, he didn't come from money, his college plans wouldn't exactly set him up for the Millionaires Club but he was happy with where he was going, he thought she was too.

"Would it have made a difference, Honestly? Me asking you to come with me? Me asking you to abandon your plans to follow mine? After I secretly applied to a school out of the country, and didn't tell you, you would have hopped on a plane with me?" They were in a stare off, neither one moving an inch.

"Sam, you and I both know that would never of happened, because you have school, and you have Oliver and Jerry. I could never ask you to leave that. Even though there is nothing more I would have wanted then you there with me, on that plane, hand in hand." Her eyes started to fill with tears.

"I would have left all of that for you because I love you, I am madly in love with you and all these hopes and dreams that I have don't mean anything without you." This was the first time they had talked about this. "I can be happy anywhere if you're with me."

"Then come with me..." She asked him, "Sam... please, come with me."

He felt like it was a pity invitation, she was only offering because he brought up her not asking him to join her on this new venture in life.

"I can't. I want to, but I can't." He had been waiting a long time to hear those words, but hearing them this way, he felt like he needed more time, more time to pack his life up, there was his mom and sister, leaving them with his dad.

"Then I guess were done?" She said, it was half question, half statement, she was 50% sure they were on the cusp of breaking up, but if he said no, then they would try to make it work.

"Yeah, I uhh- I guess so." He ran his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head, he stepped away from her. Backing up, stepping down the porch steps, and walking over to his truck.

She had turned around, not able to watch him leave, not this way.

"Andrea McNally, I love you, and I know we are perfect for each other, I wish I had met you later in life. Right place at the wrong time." And just like that he hoped into his truck and left.

"I love you Sam Swarek," She whispered as she watched his truck drive down her street one last time.

He had dialed her number so many time, but he didn't know how to tell her, how to tell her that Traci needed her, more now that ever, he didn't know what words could from the right sentence that would convince her to drop everything right around the time of midterms, to get on a plane and come home.

His phone rang but he didn't pick it up, he didn't want to talk to whoever was on the other end, he just wanted to sit there and mope.

"Hey, it's me, listen, you're right, okay? We're in the right place at the wrong time but we can make it the right time, can't we? We can make this work, I need this to work, I can come home once a month, and Thanksgiving is right around the corner, plus most of December, my reading week in November, Spring Break, Sam this can work. We can work. How about this, meet me at the airport? Terminal 4, at 8 pm, Sam meet me there and I know this can work. Sam, please, be there."

He didn't go, he knew it would work. He knew they would beat the odds every time, so he sat there alone at some bar drinking, drinking to numb the pain of knowing he could have gone but he didn't, as the time crept closer to 8 pm, he felt sick to his stomach, because as the moments passed, his chance with her was slipping away.

All he had to do was be there, walk through the automatic doors, see her beautiful face, pull her into him, and kiss her like his life depended on it.

But he didn't do it, he couldn't, he couldn't watch their relationship fizzle out before his eyes. If he went he was agreeing that for the next 4 years, during the school year he would see her a total of 10 times, and that's if she came home for summer vacation.

He didn't know how to only see her 10 times, what he did know was that if would kill him to say goodbye to her, every time hurting just as much as the last, and then he'd could down the days until he saw her again, only to day goodbye days later.

He wasn't willing to put himself on curse mode for the next four years, because he would spend the his entire college career mopping around, in a McNally-less fog, until she came home for good.

He was worried he'd grow to resent her, or she him. Her giving up major college milestones to come home and see him, to spend hours packing and unpacking her life, over and over again. What if they didn't make it? He was terrified she'd grow to hate him, so, he didn't go.

He did not go to the airport.

And that was the last time he heard her voice, until now.

Somewhere between him dialing and un-dialing her number he hit the dial number, ear to phone he was calling her.

His heart began to race, he still didn't know what to say to her.

"Sam?!" He heard from the other end.

She had just gotten in from a shift at the bar on campus, she was about to jump into the shower when she heard her phone buzz on her nightstand.

"Uhh, yeah it's me.." He said, still not knowing how to tell her.

"It's really good to hear you're voice," Apart of her hoped that he was calling her to tell her he was outside her door, or at the airport, ready to give them a chance. But she could tell by the tone in his voice that this phone call had a different purpose.

"You too. McNally you need to come home." He blurted out.

She was shocked that he'd ask that of her, especially after how they left things. "Sam, what's going on?" She asked, the worry building in her.

"You just need to come home, Traci needs you.." He trailed off, this wasn't something you tell someone over the phone.

"If Trac needed me, she would have said something, I talk to her every other day, she hasn't said anything."

"She would never ask you to leave school or the new life you're building but she needs you here, okay? Andy, I know you probably hate me for everything that's happened but you, you just need to come home." He was begging, for her to come back, for Traci and for him.

"Sam, why? Just tell me what's going on.." She knew he would never call her if it wasn't important but if he wasn't going to tell her, why would she?

"I- I can't," He had promised Traci not to tell her over the phone, and at this moment it was breaking his heart not to tell her. He knew his he did, she'd be on the next plane home, ready to be there and fix everything. But if she couldn't hear the urgency in his voice, maybe she wasn't the right person to get them though this.

"I'm so sorry Sam, but I'm not going to come home, not after months of silence." If Traci needed her, she'd say something, and she hadn't so, may this was Sam's attempt at getting her to come home.

"Okay, sorry for bothering you." And he hung up.


It's a semi-cliff hanger, but a lot of answers and stuff happened? So that makes up for me not telling you guys the reasoning behind not telling you guys what the phone call was about.

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