So this is chapter ten and I believe, no, I know the song is I'll Do Anything by the Naked Brothers Band. I almost edited and reposted chapter 9. That wouldv'e been bad. You guys wouldv'e been like, 'Wow, that sounds familiar.' Then I would be like- you know what, let's just read the story. I posted a Gilmore Girl fanfic right before this for my Fanfic Day! and you know those Gilmore Girls! Real chatterboxes.
Sam snuggled into his side, her toes her toes wiggling behind her as they sat on her blue couch. He smirked and squeezed her shoulder, pulling her a little more closer to him before he began to drift to sleep.
"You comfortable, babe?" he asked.
"Yeah, Mitchell," she said groggily.
"Alright," he mumbled.
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. She toyed with her pear pod until she found a song, and let it play. Music always helped with her thoughts.
Mitchell made her happy, and for a moment she felt complete. He won her over with his big royal blue eyes and Puss in Boots innocent look; his golden scruffy hair and go with the flow attitude. He was everything she wanted. Right?
There was this feeling still nagging her in the back of her mind? What was she missing from her life? She told herself she just needed time. The voice would go away after she got a bit more used to the relationship? Maybe so. Mitch was a great guy. There was no reason for her not to like him, and she truly did. Maybe she was just used to pushing people away. Her sophomore through junior year she had the reputation of kiss em & dis em. She also picked the habit back up when she got into college. Then she met Mitch.
They started off as friends her first ear, second semester. He would joke about her method with guys and she would joke about his method with girls, which seemed to be the exact same. Third year, they started a thing when between relationships, they would hook up, but remain friends, then after college, they started dating.
She knew the nagging was probably because she missed Freddie and Carly. She called them about the same as usual, and phone calls did help her a little. The thing she found out thought, which she tried not to think about, was that she didn't really miss Carly. Yeah, she missed her, like hanging out and talking to her, but phone calls eased it enough. Freddie, on the other hand, she almost felt sick. Phone calls just never did enough. Maybe she just missed picking on him or something, but she missed him terribly. She didn't expect to miss the nerd that much. Not more than Carly.
Just thinking about him made that nagging voice grow stronger. She wasn't going to dwell too much on it though. Maybe it was just cold feet about being in a relationship. She really wasn't used to it, and she really liked Mitchell. So she was going to ignore it. Though she'd do anything to feel complete right now, she owed it to herself to explore this relationship and not wonder what if. Heck, maybe Mitch was feeling the same way she was.
She leaned into Mitch a little more, snuggling into his side, and closed her eyes. She didn't know how right she was about him feeling the same way. He adjusted his arm around Sam and began to drift off, his eyes still closed. He should give this a shot; for both of them.