AN: hello folks! I am sorry I've been gone for so long, but as you know (hopefully you do. Nobody reviewed) I finally updated the second part of the two-shot in my one shot series, so please check that out!

I have noticed that I've started writing very long chapters for all my stories, the second part of the two shot was almost 4,000 words long. So I was wondering if that bothers anyone, so please review or PM or whatever and let me know!

Back to the story: I am not sure how long I plan to make this chapter, but it is an important one. It will be the foundation of whatever happens next in this story till the very end.

Okay then. You know, I really don't think anyone reads author's notes. But you should, because they are important. And to people who do, thank you and here's a virtual blue cookie (::)

Be prepared for suffocating fluff. Like cotton candy fluff. So much fluff.

SONG TIME! THE SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER IS... HO HEY BY THE LUMINEERS!

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Sam's PoV:

A couple of hours after Charlie and I fell asleep, I woke up. Charlie was still sleeping and I let him, and started thinking about the choice I had to make. To be very honest, I was completely and utterly lost. I had no idea of what I was going to do. After blankly staring at the ceiling for a very long time, I decided to think of all the possible outcomes. If I decided to go, my parents could possibly fall to my feet begging for forgiveness, or they could possibly ask me to go away and never come back again. My stepdad was very capable of doing something like that, but I wasn't so sure about my mom. After all, Paul did start the fight, and we did all the fighting. My mom just stood there helplessly and watched us yell at each other. I had never given my mom much thought, most of the time I was too angry to even try and picture home. As I came to realise how ignorant I'd been, especially towards mom, guilt overwhelmed me, and tears started streaming down my face. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way. I wiped my tears away and calmed myself down. As I went back to my thinking, I found myself back at where I'd started, and I held back my frustrated grunt. Since I wasn't really getting anywhere with this stupid decision I had to make, I went back to watching the ceiling, but then I couldn't stand watching the ceiling, so I decided to sneak a glance at Charlie. I didn't want to watch him sleep, no way. That's creepy. I just wanted to make sure that he was there, and he hadn't gone away like he did before. Sure he was there, he looked peaceful, and he had this small smile on his face.

I had subconsciously blamed him for leaving like that and not speaking to us again. I used to think, how could he just go away like that and never come back? Or even bother to talk to me? But now I understood. After all this time I spent with him, and all those other more intimate times with him that made my heart race a million miles an hour, I understood that things changed. And he had to go. I think what hurt me the most was the fact that I wasn't one of the most important people in his life anymore, but if I asked him about it I'm sure he would say that I was always one of the most important people in his life and that he never stopped loving me. But even though it hurt sometimes that he had missed so much, I excepted that he made a life there for himself, and he had the right to live it. Maybe it was that I had this...assumption in my head that he would always be there. Charlie would always be that sweet, innocent and shy boy, and he would always be there waiting for me to waltz in and out of his life again and again as I used him as a support system to get through college. I had forgotten that he had a life to live. Maybe that's why it was important for him to leave, so I would come to realise how much more he was to me than just a support system and someone who would listen and give a shoulder and arms to cry on. He was so much more than that. He was the only one I loved, the only one I have loved consistently throughout all these years. I loved him through all the Craig's and Dean's and all the others. He was one part of my life that was always there, and it didn't fall apart, even if I didn't see him or talk to him for years.

I took a moment to look at him and feel happy because he was back, and we were together that way, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn't long before his eyes fluttered open and he yawned.

He smiled sleepily and with his voice heavy with sleep he asked, "How long have you been up?"

"Not very long," I lied. I could tell that he saw right through it, but decided to say nothing.

"What time is it?" He asked, already craning his neck back to see the clock, but I still leaned over him too.

"10:45," we both said together, with a tone of surprise. I hadn't slept that long in a very long time.

"I guess we should get dressed. I'm starving," I said and he nodded. We got ready and fetched some breakfast. Charlie tried to make conversation with me, but I kept zoning out, which made him sigh a lot. This went on for a while, and finally he said quietly, "You can just tell me what you're thinking and I can stop my hopeless attempts to get you to talk to me."

I gave out a weak laugh and said, "I'm just thinking about home, Charlie. I'm thinking about some things I missed. Don't worry."

"Sam, I promised that I would help you figure it out. You being all secretive and mysterious doesn't help my cause. Please, you have to tell me what's on your mind."

"I just...I feel... I think I got mad at my mom for no reason. I don't know." I rushed out my words.

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, when that...argument thing happened, my stepdad and I did most of the yelling. And if I remember correctly, she said she was okay with me coming to New York when Paul cut her off and started screaming his head off. So I think..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Charlie was quiet for some time. I could practically see the gears in his head turning, he had his "thinking hard" face on, the one where he scowled softly and kept staring at one spot.

He said two words, and those two words catching me off guard would be an understatement. "Call her."

"What did you say?"

"I said call her. Call your mom and talk to her. If you think you lost your temper at her for no reason, call her and talk to her."

"I can't just...I can't just call her!" I cried.

"Why not?" He argued. Damn him.

"Well, you see...it's just that...you know..." I struggled to find a good reason. I knew then that I had lost this argument to him.

"Exactly. So call her, Sam. You have nothing to lose here."

I knew he knew that I had her number saved in my phone, so I couldn't say I didn't have her number. I never really had a reason for saving her number, I just had to.

I gave him a sharp glare and trudged back to the living room, where my phone was. I heard him sigh loudly and he followed me.

After staring angrily at the phone for ten minutes, I went to my contacts and stared at my mom's contact for another ten minutes.

"Sam?" Charlie said pointedly.

"I'm calling, just one minute." He turned me around and kissed me, and gave me a reassuring smile.

"Okay. I can do it. Yeah, I can do it." I was assuring myself more than I was assuring Charlie, and I think he sensed that, because he started rubbing my back soothingly.

I reluctantly pressed the call button, and waited for her to answer, nervously glancing at Charlie.

A few rings later, a seemingly older and more tired sounding woman than my mom answered, "Hello?"

"Mom?"

I heard a loud gasp, and then silence. Just when I thought I had lost the line she said, "Sam?"

"Yeah...it's me. Hi, mom." I heard some quiet sobs, and I felt myself tearing up too.

"Oh my god...how are you, honey?"

"I'm fine mom. I'm fine. How-how are you?"

"I'm okay. Yes, I'm okay. I missed you so much, Sam. I'm so sorry," she was crying full on now.

"Mom...mom, don't cry. It doesn't really convince me that you're okay." I said, not very warmly, but she didn't seem to notice that.

"Don't worry about me, Sam. How have you been, sweetheart?"

"I've been good, mom. Really. Do you-do you remember that boy I used to tell you about, Charlie?" I said, looking at him. He smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Yes, you met him in New York after you broke your foot, and then you both got together," she said, startling me. How did she know about that? "How do you know?"

"Mary Elizabeth told me about it. She has been nice enough to fill me in on your life for quite some time." I need to have a talk with her.

"Okay," I said, followed by suffocating awkwardness.

"So, she said...she said that you all were planning to come to Pittsburgh..." Somehow, in that moment, I knew what I had to do. I didn't think the decision would be that easy, but it was.

"Yes. We all are coming. We're coming to Pittsburgh," I said, and I felt Charlie's surprised gaze on me. I looked at him and he nodded, smiling.

"Oh my god! Oh Sam, thank you, thank you so much!" She exclaimed.

I didn't know what to say, so I just awkwardly mumbled, "Uh, yeah. So, well, I have to go. I'll see you later, mom. Um bye." I didn't even give her a chance to speak, I just cut the phone.

I never knew a phone call could make me as tired as this one did. I slumped back on the couch against Charlie, who kissed my forehead and said, "So we're going to Pittsburgh?" I leaned up and kissed him.

"We're going to Pittsburgh."

AN: there you go. So yeah. Not very happy with it, but it gives out the message. See ya'll in the next chapter!

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