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Chapter 5: Day 15
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeak.
Sam scowled in the direction of his front door as he set down the carton of lemonade on the kitchen counter. What was that?
No sooner had he stepped toward his front door to investigate when another sound quickly followed the creaking noise.
A muttered, annoyed curse.
A muttered, annoyed curse that sounded suspiciously like Andy McNally's voice.
He couldn't help the slow, amused grin that slid up his face. Andy was here?
His heart leapt into his throat. Neither one of them had been around when they'd deposited off their gifts before. The thought that he could actually see her—live and in the flesh—nearly stopped him in his tracks. He hadn't seen her for over two weeks.
Gah, he missed her.
A letter plopped through the mail slot in his door half a second before he pulled the door open wide.
In his defense, he hadn't really intended to open the door, just wave at her though the window, maybe blow her a kiss or something, but there went his common sense, his grounded and clear thinking, flying out the window, just like it always did allthetime when Andy was around. When he realized he was standing there, the door open, only a foot or two of air separating them, he averted his gaze and reached down, picking up the letter she'd slid through his door.
When he stood up straight, Andy was gawking at him. Andy was standing there, mouth open in shock, her cheeks flushed. She was holding a box in her hands, and looked thoroughly confused, as if she had no clue what he was doing there, and no clue what she was supposed to do next. She was so adorable, her rich coffee-colored hair framing her perfect face, dressed in her wool coat, jeans, and that light blue blouse he loved that accentuated her form perfectly.
It should be impossible to feel so much love in one glance. His heart melted at the sight of her, and his chest constricted. It had been way too long since he had seen her last.
He tried to flash her one of his cocky, knowing grins, dimples and all, but all his efforts fell short. At a loss to what to do, he just stared at her, waiting to see what she would do. Gah, she looked so good. He just wanted to reach out, pull her inside, and kiss her senseless. He would be happy to pull her inside and spend the next two weeks with her, but he couldn't do that. Why did she have to come in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, when his truck was clearly parked out front?
"Sam!" she exclaimed, and he chuckled at her. She was so cute when she was flustered.
She seemed to remember the no-communication rule, and she added belatedly, "… is awesome!"
She flung the box in her arms at him and tore down his sidewalk, not stopping until she reached the passenger seat of Traci's idling car.
If he didn't miss her so badly already, he would have laughed. The sight of her quickly retreating form was pretty funny (and completely adorable, he might add). But oh, now she was gone again, and it was back to the loneliness of his apartment. He hadn't even gotten to say hello, to hold her or kiss her, or even tell one of his lame, corny jokes that always made her flash that smile that lit up his world.
He sank to the ground by the door, holding the box she'd thrown at him to his chest, and he pushed the front door closed with his right arm.
Sam sat there like that, cradling the box in his arms, staring at the flight of stairs leading up to the guest bedroom, for several minutes, as if holding that box might bring Andy back.
Maybe it was time to go see Sarah. Alice and Liv would be a good distraction. Then again, Sarah would pry every minute detail about his love life out of him in the first five minutes she saw him, and that meant that the rest of the time he was there, she would be oohing and aahing and cooing about how she had to meet Andy, and how could he possibly survive without her, and how Best was such a dumb boss for trying to keep true love apart and all that lovey-dovey mumbo-jumbo.
Okay, so maybe he believed it a little (okay, a lot) now, but Sarah didn't have to rub it in. And she definitely would. He was about 99% sure Sarah counted it as a part of her big-sisterly duties to find him his happily-ever-after.
Sighing, he reached for one of the flaps on the top the box, and pulled it open. He couldn't help smirking when he saw what was inside—a plush stuffed lion, about half the size of the bear he had gotten for her.
He reached into the box and pulled it out. It was soft, and really cute. Somehow, it reminded him of Andy—cute, strong, brave, and gentle. He stilled when the smell of Andy's perfume wafted toward him.
She didn't.
But oh, yes she had. She had sprayed the lion with her perfume, just like Ollie had done to the bear.
He groaned. Why would she do that to him? She knew how crazy that perfume made him, didn't she?
He stopped when he felt a note tied around the lion's neck, and he reached down, unfolding the piece of paper to read what it said. "Gotcha! Payback's lovely, isn't it?"
He groaned again. "Andy…"
Sam set the box beside him and tucked the lion in the crook of his arm while he tore open the envelope for the letter.
Dear Sam,
Rawr! Like him? I figured since you tortured me with Sammy, then I should torture you with him. :) Now he even smells like me, so we're even! I think you should call him Rory. Like Rawr-ey. Get it? :)))
And oh, baby… the age thing? That doesn't matter to me at all. Don't you know that by now? You mean everything to me—and yes, I really do mean everything—and what could eight years possibly be when we obviously have something so perfect? You are my dream guy, okay, Sam? I love everything about you, and there's nobody else I would want to be with. I promise. (By the way, you are incredibly cute when you worry like that… just thought you should know.) :)
You know, I'm really bad at this. Your letters are so much cuter than mine. I just start to ramble and go on and on and on… like a blooming idiot. Maybe I should make more YouTUBE videos for you instead. I might sound more coherent. :) But baby, your last letter was so perfect. :)
And awwwwww, you dream about me? That's so cute. I wish I really was there. I miss falling asleep with you. :*(
Sooo… I know you'll be leaving soon to go see Sarah and her girls, but I wanted to do something before you left. Well, besides the pay-back lion. :) I know you're probably moping around in your house, trying to pretend like everything's okay, so I got you something. I know you love that Italian restaurant a few blocks from the station (don't even try to ignore it. You know your eyes light up like saucers everytime anyone mentions ravioli!), so go. Tonight. I talked to Oliver, and he has tonight off. Go together. You could probably use cheering up anyway. You better not lose the gift card, either, because I have no way to get you another one before you eat. :)
Thirteen daysssssssssssssss!
Miss you, baby, so much,
Andy xoxoxoxo
Sam let the letter drop into his lap and sighed. These letters really weren't enough. He just wished he could see her, talk to her, if only for a minute. Hold her.
He lifted the lion up to his face and breathed in the scent of Andy's perfume deeply. And then it hit him, what she'd said at the beginning of the letter. I figured since you tortured me with Sammy…
She didn't. He only let a few people call him Sammy ever, and now she was ruining it by naming a cute, girly, purple-and-white bear after him?
Of course she was.
He groaned. Sometimes, he really didn't know what to do with her.
A/N: Review, please!
I kinda feel this didn't come out as great as the others, but I didn't really know how to change it to make it better. Please let me know what you think!