Anilia Richardson
#16

          Getting called down with Samuel?  One of the best moments of my life.  I don't think I could have gotten a better life partner.  Samuel understands me, and I understand him.  We were friends, but I think it could develop into something more. 

          Walking down that hall, in anticipation and nervousness, we both awaited what we would find at the cell.  There was a round lady who told us, very bluntly if I do say so myself, that we would stay the night in the cell. The lady turned around and walked away in a face pace, footsteps provoked from fear buried deep. When we opened the door, we both had taken notice that there was only one bed.

"Are we really going to fight over it?" Samuel had asked. At first, I didn't connect two and two together, so I didn't know what he was talking about. I had to think about it for a minute. Oh. I had thought. Then, Samuel cocked a heartwarming smile. "I was talking about the floor." We both had laughed a bit. I feel comfortable around him. I felt like I have known him my whole life, like a family member, or life long bestie.

"Thank you," I smiled, and handed him two blankets and two pillows. That left me with one blanket and one pillow, but I got the bed. Samuel grinned and had started to set up in his makeshift bed.

We both had taken to bed quite early, but none of us could have fallen asleep. We both lied down, thinking about us. I knew, and I knew he knew. Now, I don't know how to pass the night being like this. So, I came up with a brilliant idea.

"So,... do you, maybe,.... think that, maybe, umm it could.... work out, maybe?" I mumble into the darkness, fed up about this nonsense. All of a sudden, it didn't sound so brilliant anymore.

          Samuel doesn't respond for a minute, but I didn't think he would. All I can think about is how stupid I am for putting myself out there.

"Yes," Samuel whispered into the darkness. I almost sigh in relief. I fell asleep quick and easy after that.

          Waking up, I yawn and stretch. I smile down at Samuel, who woke up at the same time. Probably only because I was too loud.

          "Good morning," I whisper in a low morning voice.

          "Good morning, beautiful," he whispers back.  I could totally get used to this.

          "Get up! Get up!  All subjects must report to room six hundred three for medical testing," a speaker blares.  I moan loudly into my pillow.

          "Hey.  It's not that bad if you're with me," Sam smiles.  I smile back.  I lug myself out of bed, and place my hand into his open one.  Together, hand in hand, we walk out of the room, towards room six hundred three.

In the hallway, Lindsey and Andrew walk hand in hand. Andrew and Lindsey?! Together? What happened in the room last night? I wish I thought of spying on the couples. Dumb me.

To the right of me, I see Lincoln and Lillian, each about a mile away from each other.  Each one of them had scowls on their faces. Perfect, now it's time for Eliza to swoop in. Hehe.

          Same for Katherine and Jacob. They were walking really far apart. Actually, it looked as if Katherine was trying to avoid Jacob, and Jacob was tryin to pursue Katherine. I feel bad for Katherine, but I feel extremely bad for Jacob. He has to know that he can't fall in love with a girl who doesn't believe in love.

Lastly, I see Danelia and Johny. Nothing changed with them. Lillian and Danelia walk next to each other. While, Johny walks at the back of the group, head down.

          Before I went to sleep last night, I read the mind of the people who called us in pairs. Apparently, Lindsey and Andrew were the last couple of the group. Everyone else has no perfect true love. So sad.

          All fourteen of us, weirdly enough, started to walk really close together. We all clump together.  We were like walking on each other's toes.

          "So, can someone explain why we had to sleep with another person last night?  With only one bed?"  Katherine prompts.

          "So, you know how Andrew won?" I ask "Well, he got to chose if he wanted to be with his perfect true love or perfect best friend. He chose true love. He's a hopeless romantic at heart." I grin over at Andrew.  Andrew is literally bursting at the seams from anger.

          "What the hell?!" Katherine screams, looking over to Jacob. "Love is useless and nonproductive!"  Poor Jacob. He scurries away quickly, running for his life.

Lindsey, weirdly enough, looked over to Andrew, shrugged and continued to hold his hand. She looked so happy with him. I am so happy for them.

Danelia and Johny were already standing as far apart as they could, so that didn't make a difference. Danelia took a glance back at Johny and smiled. Small and thin, but genuine.

Lincoln and Lillian look at each other, wearing completely different faces. Lincoln has a look of disgust and Lillian has an expression of hope and love. I wish Lillian didn't crush on Lincoln. They're not meant to be together. Lincoln needs to be with Eliza.

"We're here," Lindsey announces as we arrive at the door. Andrew looks down at her, smiling. He only looks down on her because he's a few inches taller than her of course. I am literally bursting at the seams with happiness. Hashtag goals. Hashtag power couple.

Not only am I happy for them, I'm happy for me. I get Samuel and Samuel likes me. We can like each other. It's like a dream come true.

"Lindsey Marking, number seven; Lincoln, number twenty-two; Jacob Meyer, number twenty-five; Samuel Johnson, number nineteen; Katherine Collins, number ten; Daisy Snipet, number nine; and Eliza Gething, number five, please go to your station on the left side of the room. Whatever number was said next to your name is the station you should proceed to," a caretaker announces. I stay put as Lindsey smiles up at Andrew before walking over to her station. Andrew, instead, pulls her into a hug. Lindsey closes her eyes and hugs him back.

"See you soon, Sam," I murmur up to him.

"See you soon, Anilia. By the way, call me Samuel. Just because we're dating doesn't mean you can call me Sam," he grins. He walks over to his station, a cocky aroma following him.

Dating?! Yes! I can't believe it! He considers us girlfriend and boyfriend!  I'm becoming such a girly girl here. I'm having one of those moments.

          "Jess Thompson, number eighteen; Anilia Richardson, number sixteen; Lillian Summers, number thirteen; Jack Woodland, number six; Johnny Green, number twenty-three; Danelia Ross, number twelve; and Andrew Picket, number twenty-eight, please report to your station on the right side of the room. Whatever number was said next to your name is the station you should proceed to," an announcement declares, interrupting my giddy thoughts.

I walk over to the line of stations lining the walls, looking for mine. The stations are in numerical order because I'm between Jess's and Lillian's station. I walk over to my station without a twinge of worry in my chest. The station has a chair and desk on one side and a chair and mirror on the other, my side. It's like going to the principal's office, but worse. Its checkup time!

"Just to clarify, Anelia Richardson, right?" my caretaker at the other side of my station asks politely. I nod my head. "For clarificational purposes, please spell your first and last name, give your date of birth, and describe your status today."

"A-n-i-l-i-a R-i-c-h-a-r-d-s-o-n," I pause, watching the person crosses out my name and spell it correctly. She spelt it with an 'e'. "I was born on September six, two thousand five. I am feeling happy and gleeful today. Completely giddy," I smile. My caretaker pgives what seems to be an authentic smile back.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be happy. I'd be depressed because of being here," my caretaker murmurs. She takes out some needles and doctor materials to test me.

"Well, you'd feel happy too if your one true love in life told you that he wanted to date you. So, yeah."

"Even then, I don't know. I'd miss my family." The doctor injected five small needles into my arm. "One is for the lack of vitamin D, two are for giving you enough antibodies, one is for puberty, and the last one is for the mind if you know what I mean." My caretaker whispers so I could continue on with the conversation.

"I didn't have much of a family. Once they realized that I wasn't much of a sport's person, they really didn't love me anymore. They disregarded me too much and acted like they didn't own me. When I became a big person, they came trying to get me back, but I said no and let them run away, regretting every moment they were mean to me."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't know," my caretaker murmurs.

"No worries, it's normal for people not to know." The rest of the tests went out in awkward silence. When we were done, they released us to our cells, the one with our lover.

         Lindsey and Andrew walk side by side, hand in hand. I love that romance, complete power couple. They look at each other like the other person is the only one in the entire world. It's perfect!

          Samuel and I hold hands, too. We walk down the halls like boyfriend and girlfriend. Like lovers. Like true lovers. Like how it's supposed to be. We give up truth for temporary happiness.