Chapter Forty-Eight

Sam

I heard the shower start and I knew Grace was already getting ready for our date. I walked into the bedroom and heard her singing a song. It was lyric I hadn't heard yet.

"Still waking up, waking, waking up, gatta get you out of my head" Grace sang. Still waking up, that's the name of the album I wanted to make. I opened the bathroom door slowly and listened to Grace's soft voice over the running water of the shower. I sat on the floor and just admired his voice. After a while I started to hum along with her. "Sam," Grace said, "I know you're in here." She said.

"I like the song, did you write that?" I said.

"Yes, but I didn't expect you to hear that. It's bad isn't it?"

"Grace I want to use it, if I end up making an album."

"Sam, I know you're going to make an album, it might not be today, or tomorrow, but I will be someday." Grace shut off the water and sighed. "Can I have my towel?" She asked.

"Nope," I said, she laughed.

"I knew you would put it back on me someday."

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to not give me a towel." We both laughed. She pulled the curtain so all I could see is her head. She smiled at me and I got up. I walked over to her and kissed her very softly. "I love you Grace, and I know everyone in this house loves you, they just don't show it like I do." I stared into Grace's dark brown eyes and got lost.

"I'm glad they don't show it like you do." She kissed the tip of my nose. "Can I please hove my towel now?" I sighed and passed the towel for her. She shut the curtain and walked out with wet, dripping hair, and her towel wrapped around her." "Sam, where are we going? You know, for our date." She smiled at me.

"I'm not telling you, you're going to have to wait."

"Sam that's ten hours from now."

"That's not my fault." I said. I walked out of the bathroom and laid on the bed on my back. I stared at the celling and listened to Grace make a lot of noise in the bathroom. Finally after what seemed like days she came out in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "Are you wearing that to you our date?"

"No," She sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm not going to show you what I am wearing until we are closer to leaving." I sighed.

"Ok." She smiles and sits on the bed next to me. I smile at her and she smiles back. I really wanted to know what she was going to wear for our date but I would just wait.

Grace

It was fifteen minutes before our date, so I decided to get my dress on and do my make-up. I put my make-up on first so if anything fell on my clothes it wouldn't ruin the white dress.

After my make-up was on I ran for my closet to get my dress. I took it off the rack and slid it on. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and just stood there. I practiced what I was going to say to Sam when he saw me.

"Hi Sam," I started, "how do I look? I think you look real nice."

"Thank you," Sam said outside the bathroom door.

"Sam," I gasped.

"Are you ready to go?" Sam asked.

"Sure, let me just clean up."

"I'm sure you look fine."

"Not me, the bathroom." I cleaned up my make-up and then opened the bathroom door. I walked out and saw Sam holding his guitar, his gaze lifted up to my eyes. He set his guitar next to him on the bed and got up. He wrapped his arms around my waits.

"Save the speech, because you look amazing, and thanks for the, 'you look real nice,' even though it's just jeans and a long sleeve. Sam smiled down at me and asked me if I was ready to go, I nodded. "You might want to grab a sweater." Sam smiled and I grabbed a sweater out of my drawer. Sam and I walked to the car, and Sam opened the door for me.

"Thank you," I said. Sam ran around the car and got in. Sam put the keys in the ignition and we drove in the driveway. Sam took my hand and we drove in silence for a while. I looked over at him and watched the headlights from other cars shine on and off his face as they drove by.

"We're almost there." Sam said squeezing my hand. I smiled at him and we drove the rest of the way in silence.