April 17th, 2013 Day 378 of the Creddie relationship. It also happened to be her birthday, but somehow, that didn't seem to matter anymore. Not since they got together. I guess she always knew that things were going to change. She knew it from the very minute they broke up. She just didn't know when. And now that change was here, it broke her heart. It slapped her in the face like a cold bucket of water. Ever since they found love within another, nothing was the same. Even when they graduated from Ridgeway, nothing was the same. Her fantasy of running away with Freddie after they graduated was pushed to the back of her mind as she saw her best friend make out with him after they got their diplomas. But even a year later, it was still ever-present in her mind. Like a mistake you made when you were twelve years old, that you will never forget.
Sam got up from her window seat in her tiny one-bedroom apartment. She made her way over to the coat rack by the door and put on her favorite yellow raincoat and rain boots.
She left her apartment and took the elevator down to the first floor. It was raining outside. Hard. Oh how she loved walking in the rain. That way when she was sad, no one would know she was crying.
Sam walked about two blocks to the nearest bus stop and sat down on the wet bench. There was a man wearing a clown suit staring creepily into the shadows of the early afternoon. Oh the crazy people you see in Seattle, she thought. When the bus came she got on slowly, like a character in a dramatic movie she wouldn't watch. She sat on the worn, leathery bus seats looking at the empty street. The rain was pattering against the window, too loud for her taste. As she sat there, she thought about her birthday. Shouldn't turning 19 be something special to celebrate? Obviously not. She hadn't heard from anyone the whole day. Not her mom, not her sister. She didn't really expect to hear from Carly or Freddie, so she ruled them out. When the bus came to a stop, Sam got off and started walking down the 'oh so familiar' street. It was like her feet knew where to go, even if her mind didn't.
She opened the door and stepped inside the Bushwell Apartment building and immediately, she was reminded of her past. She hadn't been to this side of town for about a year. Not since they cut her out of the picture with her favorite scissors. She slowly walked towards the stairs when Lewbert the doorman came out of his office
"No people in my lobby!" he screamed at her.
"I wouldn't want to stay in your lobby if my life depended on it" she yelled back at him on her way upstairs.
When she reached the eighth floor, her stomach filled with butterflies.
She couldn't quite figure out why. She was not afraid. No, she didn't get scared. She walked over to apartment 8D and rang the bell. A young man in his thirty's opened the door. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes partially covering the dark circles under his eyes. No doubt, he was surprised to see me.
"Sam? What are you-?"
"Spencer... We need to talk"