Sammy's POV
It was four in the morning and Nate and I were up writing new lyrics for shows.
We had our phones on the other side of the room but they have been going off for about an hour. Nate and I had a rule about being on our phones when being professional; we couldn't have them out or work wouldn't get done.
"Dude, who the hell could be calling us this late - well early I guess - on a Tuesday morning?" I had a bad feeling but we kept ignoring the ringing of the phones.
It must've been the same person because our phones took turns ringing.
I got up to turn my ringer off when I noticed I had seventy two missed calls from Emma. Why would Emma call me?
Claire.
"Dude, Emma's been calling both of us. I have seventy two missed calls from only her. We gotta call her back."
Nate expression showed he noticed my worry as he moved over to where our phones were.
"Sam?" She sounded confused, but I could tell something was wrong in her voice.
"What's going on?"
"I hope I didn't wake you guys up, but..."
"We've been up, writing. Why'd you call so many times?"
"Sam, are you sitting down?"
"Emma... What happened?"
"It's about Claire..."
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Mine // Sam Wilkinson
FanfictionClaire was just a girl from a small town who had a love for a boy who didn't know she existed until the day he only had eyes for her.
