
𝟣𝟤, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬
༄ "SAMIRA."
She stopped. Sighed, turning around. Awesome. "Mom."
"Where are you going?"
"To watch the basketball practice," she said. It was a week after Thomas invited her over to the trip, and they would leave in five days.
"Perhaps you have time to take a walk first?"
She shrugged. "I guess."
Her mom's gaze softened. "Nice. Come on, Honey."
Swallowing, Sam followed, her head pointed to the ground. "So... what is it? Minho and Jeff are expecting me."
Well, Minho wasn't really, but by now she had watched almost all their practices and it felt weird not to go.
"I heard about the trip you're going on. Jeff's coming too, am I right?"
"Yes." She crossed her fingers in her pockets. Gosh, if her mom would forbid her to join. "I'm allowed to go, right?"
"You seem to be doing good in school, so I think you can." To Sam's surprise, her mother nodded. "And as long as you behave on the trip. Is Minho coming?"
"Yeah," she lowered voice, unsure. The thing he said after the game kept haunting her, just like the few times where he seemed to be in pain again. Could he have been... sick?
"Well, have fun on the trip, I'd say."
Her eyebrows scrunched. "Taking a day off from being the strict mom?"
"As long as you're doing great at school, I don't see a problem. Also, notice any changes in your health since you've been hanging out with Minho less?"
Her eyebrows furrowed even deeper. "...not really."
"I do. You're doing better. Keep it up, don't let him ruin it." She lay a hand on Sam's shoulder, who looked up at her mom.
"What's your problem with Minho, mom?"
She exhaled deeply. Stared Sam in the eyes. "He's a ruthless attention seeker, Honey. It's a time waste, and I don't want you to end up like- the same as him. But I can't stop you from this either. You'll see by yourself."
A shiver went down her spine as she took a sharp inhale. "Do you know what's going on with him? He's been acting so-"
"Even with how much I'd like to warn you, I'm afraid I've been told not to share it with anyone. You're my daughter, I know, but that oath will prove a lot. If I break it..." The sentence ended in another sigh.
"How do you know?" She murmured. She couldn't help the curiosity for jumping out.
"He told me," she stated. "Well, not directly me, but a student coach, who then told me."
Her voice almost turned into a whisper when she wondered, "Is it that big of a deal?"
"No. It is not." Her moms straightened her back. "It's attention seeking. So if you happen to find out about anything, or if he acts more mysterious, don't try to save him just for yourself to fall, Samira."
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"Absolutely not, Minho. Nope, nah-ah, not happening."
The kids left at the eighteenth of December, and they took care of their own vehicle to go to the destination, so Sam was supposed to go in the same car as Jeff, Gally, and Alby... but Minho had other plans.
"You survived last time, and I ain't got this suit for nothing. Come on, Sammy!" He pushed the helmet in her hands. "Plus, we'll be so much faster than the others. All the benefits."
She groaned. Considered it for a while.
Minho did seem happier right now than he had looked in weeks, and she knew questions about her and Minho would be thrown at her in the car.
"If you slip-"
"I won't."
"But if-"
"You'll be the first thing I catch."
"We're going up a mountain! We're gonna have to go up! What if I fall backward?"
He crossed his arms, leaning against the motorcycle. "Then, Sammy, you hold on tight."
Another groan left her mouth. "Fine. Only to make you happy."
Minho's gaze softened, and he handed her the suit so she could go change inside her bedroom, which was decorated with baubles and lights too by now.
About Christmas... they all bought every other person a present, wrapped it, and brought it to the trip so they could put it under a tree there. On Christmas Eve, they'd take the presents with their own names on it, then guess who had been the Santa per present.
Sighing, Sam climbed onto the motorcycle (with Minho's help), and then wrapped her arms around his torso like there would be no tomorrow... which might've been the case.
Kidding.
Hopefully.
Ten minutes in and she tried to relax. Looked around at the trees flashing by, and the snow slowly becoming more. Her arms tightened over his body.
Even though Sam didn't know everyone from the group just as well (she took this vacation as an opportunity to change that), she managed to buy some good presents, and had gotten very excited for the holidays.
Christmas movies, reading by the fire, playing in the snow, presents, amazing dinners... perfect.
She shook out of her thoughts when Minho stopped the motor at the side of the road, which made her realize she had been a little less fearful. Progress!
He pulled his helmet off. "You okay? We're halfway there."
She nodded. Smiled. "Yeah." But the smile faded when she looked up at the mountain. "God, I'm gonna be sick. Can your motor really do that?"
"It's going be like a spiral, slowly moving up. You'll barely feel it. Just think about... nice things."
Again, she nodded. "Let's just continue, shall we?"
He agreed and went back to riding up the mountain. Indeed, it was less scary than she thought, yet she still clasped her hands tighter around him, just in case.
And sooner than she thought, she could see them approach the little hut closer and closer. It was light brown, aesthetically placed between high trees that were full of snow. Two floors, many windows, big front door.
"Told you. We're here first." Proudly, Minho hopped off the vehicle and without consent (she didn't mind) lifted Sam off it too.
The coldness hit her the second she removed her helmet. Her teeth almost immediately started trembling and she felt a tight feeling in her throat. "Damn, it's cold up here. Hurry up so we can go inside."
"Whatever ya say, Smarty." He tucked keys in his pocket before taking other keys out, and walked over to the hut. "And yes, forget Samuel. It's Sammy and Smarty." He stuck the keys in. "I hope this works."
It did! Th door opened as Minho murmured something about the owners just leaving it to them and that they could call if anything was wrong, then they stepped inside the already warmer hut.
"Wow." Her breaths got taken away; the house was amazing. A giant kitchen and a big couch with a TV. Wide, wooden stairs that lead to all the bedrooms and multiple bathrooms... just, cozy and perfect and awesome.
"This is amazing," she commented. "I'm gonna steal the soaps, by the way. Will be back."
She rushed inside a bathroom. Was happy to see the free soaps and containers full of body washes. "Here." She threw a small bottle at Minho. "I'm gonna look at our bedroom."
"The only time I've seen you this excited was when you bought new books."
Sam crooked a smile, warmth convulsing inside her body. "Then this is a good sign." And she opened the door to their assigned bedroom.
Thank god.
Two beds, a few feet away from each other. Perfectly made. Comfortable-looking.
Her chest suddenly felt so much lighter as she inspected the rest of the room. The walls were made of the same old wood. White sheets decorated the beds along with a great amount of pillows. In the corner stood a relax chair and when she looked out of the window, she could see the white tops of the trees.
"This is gonna be the best."
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