Sam's P.O.V

I slowly open my eyes.

Rys is still asleep, one arm around my waist, my head on his other hand. This... for the first time in what is now nearly a year, I've found a perfect moment. This is perfect, there's nothing that can come between us. Ever.

I carefully shift myself closer to Rys, wrapping my arms around him and closing my eyes. I feel calmed by the feeling of his warm breath on my neck and his right hand on my back. I've never been this... intimate with anyone before. Well... not on my own choice anyway.

"Hey Sammy girl... you alright?" Rys says quietly as he wakes up, moving his arms into a more hugging position.

"Yeah... I think for once... I'm okay." I say. Rys lightly kisses the top of my head. I close my eyes as he does, leaning my head in closer when he moves away.

"Hey... don't you think we should get breakfast?" Rys says.

"Not yet... just... stay here." I say, Rys nodding and shifting himself down so his face is level with mine, brushing some strands of raven hair out of my face before lightly kissing me. I return the kiss, and this one doesn't seem to end. Every other thought is gone, it's just me and Rys, nothing else matters right now.

It's another half an hour of us cuddled up together with the occasional kiss before we finally decide to get out of bed, Rys grabbing his mobile and I see multiple texts from his mother, all along the lines of 'Where the hell are you?!' or 'Rys Alexander Caril, get back home right now!'.

Alexander... so that's his full name. Rys Alexander Caril... and Samantha Louise Kenton Phillips...

Sam Louise Caril? This has gotten to the point now... where I'm really starting to see that as a possibility.

Rys walks around the bed, carefully picking me up into his arms and putting me in my wheelchair. After yesterday... it feels natural to be that close to him.

He pushes me into the main room of the caravan, Dad nowhere in sight though a gunshot tells us that Ron is outside trying to 'callibrate' the sight on his pistol. Rys goes to the fridge, getting out some bacon while I move my chair and myself to the table, finding Dad's old phone there. Looks like he liked the new phone. He'd better like it, I went through hell to get him that.

Rys comes over a few minutes later with bacon sandwiches for us both, handing me mine and sitting down in the chair next to me. We eat, and I love how he cooks the bacon, before he helps me wheel outside to the wooden deck, the roof overhead sheltering us from the sun. Even though it's December 26th, the sun is always hot in the desert.

I keep thinking of the dream I had last night... it really could be a possibility, I'm starting to think...

I walk down the asle, my hand in Trevor's, the white wedding dress reaching just below my knees. We finally reach the front, that felt like the longest 20 meters of my life...

I walk up beside Rys, who just like me, is smiling lovingly. We repeat after the priest, the famous 'I do' bringing us both the knowledge that our marriadge was now truely sealed.

"You may kiss the bride."

Rys and I move closer, pressing our lips together as everyone starts cheering...

That really, really sounds like a plan... I know I'm only 12, half traumatized and we only kissed yesterday, but I've given that a thought at least once every day since I woke up after the car crash... now it seems closer than ever.

Even though I'm 5 years away from being legally able to marry.

I'm a Phillips... I don't listen to rules or laws! I think... I want to prove to Dad that I'm not scared of being illegal, something needs to be done...

I look down at my feet, seeing the drawing of two guns, one red and one blue, on my ankle again. I always draw that there, Rys drew it this time...

What if I made it perminant?

Could I really do that? An illegal tattoo, at 12 years old?

I guess the future is never solid...

"You okay? You're kind of... spacing out a bit." Rys says, shaking me out of my thoughts. Maybe I should just take this all as it happens.

"Yeah... that happens sometimes, after..." I say before pointing to the left side of my face, Rys looking at the scar. That scar. The one from a hard baseball bat to my head when I was just 6, just before my cousin died in my own arms... the scar starts at my jaw joint on the left side, curbing around a bit at my cheek and ending at my temple.

Rys reaches over, lightly touching the scar where it ends at my temple and running his finger slowly down it. That's new... him touching it doesn't make me flinch or feel uneven... only Rys Alexander Caril can do that.

I guess I really do like him. No... like doesn't fit it... I...

I love him.

"Rys... never let me go." I say, leaning over and resting my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around my shoulders, kissing the top of my head as I close my eyes, relaxing myself. With Rys, I can relax so much easier.

"I'm never leaving you, Sam." Rys says. I can't resist a smile at that... I never want us to end.

This is us. We never end. Mom always said that love is infinite, no matter how weak it gets, it never fully goes away...

Rys... I'll never stop liking you like this... I'll never stop loving you.

"Sam... I... I love you too..." Rys says. Damn... I said that last bit out loud, didn't I?

"I... I'm not gonna hide it, Rys... I love you." I say, my face going a tiny bit red. I move my head up, our lips meeting again.

3rd person P.O.V

Trevor couldn't stop a smile as he listened from around the corner of the caravan. He'd been there the whole time.

'Love her like that... never stop for anything, Rys.' Tevor thought.

"Boss... do you think they really mean that?" Ron says quietly from behind Trevor.

"Yeah... you know Ron, I think they really, really like each other... not sure about love." Trevor says.

"That sounded and looked like love to me... young love, but love nonetheless." Ron says.

"As long as he treats her right and with respect... I've got no problems." Trevor says before walking back to the garrage, closing it and hiding what was inside.

"You gonna tell her about it yet?" Ron says.

"It's nearly finished, Ron... gonna be late, but she'll like it." Trevor says, glancing back towards the two 12 year olds before walking away from the caravan, walking along the road behind it and towards the chip shop down the road.

Merry Christmas everyone.