chapter fourteen

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Sams POV

The morning went very fast. I quickly woke up, hopped in the shower and got ready as fast as I could. I wore something simple: black jeans, random hoodie, with my hair in fishtail braid off to the side a bit. When we were at the airport I wanted to die. Long lines with people shoving you left and right. Luckily, I had Chandler who went on about all of the "fun" things we were going to do when I arrived. We finally got settled in our seats. I played the playlist on my phone and looked out the window as the plane quickly took off. Cloud after cloud my eyes started to get heavy, soon they finally closed.

"Samantha, we're here, Atlanta Georgia." When I heard the words come from my mothers mouth I awoke.

"Really!" I stared out the window, land. I shuffled past people hurrying to get out of the airport, my parents jogging behind to keep up.

Dad went to get a rental car as mom and I picked up our luggage and waited outside. He soon quickly returned with a decent looking black Subaru. When we were piled in the car, dad sped off to the directions Chandler's parents gave us. We soon approached a huge house with "Riggs" written in fancy letters on the mail box. Chandler's house was big and beautiful, from the outside. While we were getting our suitcases out of the car Chandler's parents introduced them selves to my parents. I was getting my suitcase while arms embraced me from behind.

"I missed you way to much." He whispered in my ear.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. "Chandler! Man, I missed you."

We stayed in each other's arms for a while, waiting for one of us to let go.

"Chandler, will you help Samantha take her bags upstairs." Gina interrupted us.

"Of course." He grabbed my suitcases and stormed in the house, leaving me trailing behind.

"You coming?" Chandler sped up the stairs. His house was so big. He stopped at a room, it was nice and neat.

"It's just a guest room it isn't much but it works. Plus, my room is just down the hall. But, your parent are staying just right over there." He pointed to a room in between Chandler's room and mine.

He sat my bags down and asked, "Wanna a tour?" I nodded and he showed me all around his amazing house.

We walked into the kitchen where the parents were socializing and Gina was cooking.

"What's for dinner?" Chandler asked walked to the fridge and grabbed us both a bottle of water.

"Chicken." Gina moved around in the kitchen.

Chandler grabbed my hand and led me to a iMac sitting on a table. He pulled me over a seat. "Look at this." Chandler logged on and played some random game that I never heard of. I sat in silence, just watching as he explained everything. His face was priceless. He starred at the screen in a determined glare. I couldn't help but giggle.

"What?" He paused the game and looked over at me.

"Oh, nothing." I rolled my eyes.

"Tell me, or I'll tickle you." Chandler raised his hands. I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's it!" He ran his hands over my stomach and my sides.

"S--to---pp.!" I laughed. Then, my chair fell sending me hitting the ground with it. Before I hit, I grabbed Chandler's hand causing him to fall on top of me. We both burst out laughing.

"Guys food.." My mom saw us and paused. Chandler quickly stood up and held out his hand.

"Yes, mom." I spoke up, brushing myself off.

"Is ready.." She finished her sentence then walked back into the kitchen.

I slapped Chandler in the arm. " See what you do!"

"Sorry." He apologized.

"No, it's fine." I stepped ahead.

"No, come here." He grabbed my wrist.

"What?" I asked.

"I owe you." He stepped closer and I stepped in. This, is what I missed the most.
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Hey guys! The next chapter is going to be updated faster. It might be long, I'm not sure. Something exciting is happening soon. I just want to give a BIG thanks to all the votes, reads and especially the comments. I love to hear what you have to say. Oh, and all the shippers of Sandler! (is that correct?) Love you.xxx.

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