What you wonna know . . . ~ 7
"Brian, I'm not feeling to good," it was no use. Brian could not take care of Samantha at that moment. Did he even hear a word a I said? she questioned herself. Ever since her and Brian got out of bed that morning Samantha hadn't been feeling to well. Her stomache hurt, and she felt flush. Brian had to leave for the last rehersal for tonight's show in Germany. And now that she had caught up with him, she felt worse. "Forget it," she murmured as she went o sit down on a bench near by.
"Samantha, honey, are you okay? You look like you're ging to puke." Marissa, Alex's girlfriend, came and sat by Samantha's side.
"Yea, I feel like, too. Marissa, what time is the show tonight?" Samantha could barely open her eyes. Her head fell back as she slightly groaned. "My stomche!"
"I think at seven. Maybe you need something to eat. Hold up, here comes Brian." When Marissa mentioned Brian's name, Samantha opened her eyes and looked up to find her boyfriend looking worridly down at her.
"Baby, are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm having stomache pains, right here." Samantha rubbed an area of her stomache.
"You want something to eat or drink? You need to go to the bathroom?"
"That's what I suggested, but she says she's not hungrey." Marissa's look of sympathy went to concern. "Hey are you on your period? Maybe it's craps."
"I just got off like, last week. I don't think I'm on again this week." Samantha sighed. "It's probably just the cold. I'm not that used to the cold. I'll be okay."
"You sure? I mean, you don't look like your gunna be okay." Brian had a concern look on his face, too. "Tell you what. Right after the show, I'll take you out that the German place I told you about. Okay? Maybe you'll feel better after a good meal." Samantha nodded, but really, she was dissagreeing. It wasn't hunger that was making her stomache ache. It was something different. Something that Samantha never had before. Brian leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forhead.
"You sure you'll be okay? Want me to stay with you?"
"No, Brian. It's okay. Go perform. I'll be fine. Marissa and Kristin are here. As well as Lou. They' ll watch me. Have fun, sweety." As Samantha watched Brian get up, Marissa took his spot. "Marissa? Can you get me some water, please?"
After the Show
"Hey, you're feelin' better, right?" Brian asked. Samantha nodded and smiled. "Good. I was gettin' worried about you." his smiled always protected her. "Okay, lets eat!"
After dinner, which was pretty boring to Samantha, because her and Brian had to eat in a private room with Security Guards surrounding the outside of the huge room. Police cars had to be parked, practially surrounding the resturant. When Brian and Samantha walked outside to to a rental car, after their meal, hundreds of girl began screaming! It scared Samantha at fist, but then she got used to it. Police tape was the olny thing holding the girls back. Samantha was sure that one of the hundres would try to get past it. But then there were the Police with guns standing around them. They would never try go the past with them around! As Samantha and Brian waited for the rental to come around the conrner, Samantha felt something coming up from her stamache. As she closed her mouth to stop anything that would come spilling out, her hands covered it just in case. Sure enough, vomit came slidding out from in between her fingers. She tunred to Brian for help, and Brian quickly ran her over to a near by bush as she uncovered her mouth. As she vomited, Brian covered Samantha as much as he could as reporters and Paparazzi from taking pictures of Samantha. Once she lifted her head, her and Brian quickly ran into the rented Limo.
They barely made it to the hotel. Samantha was needing stops every five seconds to vomit on the way there. Once they got there, she could barely walk. She had thrown up all her strength. So Brian, being the genuine sweetheart she once met, carried her inside the hotel, and up to their room. Of course, fans were everywhere. As well as Paparazzi. Brian had no choice, but to let them take pictures of his weak, sick girlfreind, whom looked dead in Brian's arms. As he and the driver ran down the hall to the elevator, Brian heard fans sinckering about Samantha. About how grossed out they were from thew sight of the vomit. Once they reached the hotel room, Brian ran Samantha in the bathroom as she vomited, once again, everything they had eatten. "What's wrong with her?" Howie asked, concernly.
"I dunno, we got out of the resturant, and all of a sudden she the throwning up in a bush."
"You think it's food poisining?" Nick suggested.
"Probably. Wait, she was complaing about stomache pains earlyier today. Before the show. She said it wasn't hunger or craps. I dunno. I don't really think it's food poisining, Nick." Brian looked down at Samantha.
"Well, lets put her to bed. It's already caused enough attention outside, right?" Brian nodded. He was angery at the paparazzi for what they did. But he couldn't blame them.
When Samantha was done in the bathroom, she was carried to hers and Brian's bed by Kevin. "Sleep tight, Sammy. You're just gettin' a lil' sick. And tomorrow you'll be fine." he comforted her.
"Where's Brian?"
"He's outside talkin' to reporters with Lou. Okay? He'll be right in to be with you, alright?" Samantha nodded. About five minutes later, Brian came running in. He looked tired and sad. He was in a mod where he did not want to answer questions from reporters at two in the morning. He was in the mod where he wanted to rest in bed, with his girlfreind in his arms, restig for the another show that day. As he looked at Samantha, who was hopelessly collasped on the bed, he went over to her and sat down by her. Brushing her hair to the side, he started to sing to her. "My shattered dreams, broken heart are mending on the shelf. I saw you, holding hands standing so close to someone else." It was, "One last Cry" by Brian McKnight. It was Samantha's and Brian's song. Whenever he sand it in concert as his solo, she always knew he was singing to her. Telling her that he loved her, and will always love her. "But have one last cry, one last cry. Before I leave it all behind." When Brian stopped, he bent down towards Samantha's face, whispered, "I love you," in her ear. Then he got up, remembering that Lou didn't want him sleeping with her in the same bed, turned off the light, and left the room.
Reminder!: I was just informed that "How deep is your love" was Bri's & Sam's fave sing 2gether. I thought it said "One last cry". I would love to change it, but I don't know the lryics & have never heard the song, sorry!!