"I don't understand how your parents are never here." I announced. His couch was as comfortable as always, but his heartbeat was even more welcoming.

Sam hummed from where he was staring at his phone. "What do you mean?"

I raised a brow, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I don't know, you'd think that they'd be home at least every once in a while."

"They are." Sam's hazel eyes glanced over at me, a blank expression on his face.

"Then how come they are never here when I'm here?" I pushed. My back was leaning against Sam's left side, and we each had our phones wedged in between our fingers.

I felt Sam move from beneath me, bringing an arm to rest around my shoulder and hang loosely against my chest. "I already told you, they work a lot."

I nodded. "Yeah, but, I still figured they'd be here at some point."

"They usually get home some time after you've already left."

I pursed my lips. My parents weren't around much either, but they were at least around sometimes. When Sam first told me about his situation, he talked about his parents as though they were the most brilliant among all the lights. It was a way that I didn't think I had ever thought about my parents.

When I opened my mouth to come up with something new to say, Sam brought his arm downward to rest around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Have I ever said that you smell good?" He murmured into my back. I felt my heart do all sorts of things from inside of my chest, none of which were natural.

"Not that I can recall." I answered.

Suddenly, he let out a long sigh. "I wish we could go do something!" He huffed.

I laughed a bit, but sighed all the same. "That makes the two of us."

"It'd be nice if we didn't have to worry about potential psychos killing one of us." He joked, but it didn't really make me laugh. For a moment, I thought that I might be sick.

As I had previously admitted, I was one-hundred percent into Samson Warner, and the worst part was the fact that our main problem wasn't even homophobes. There was so much more to worry about. We simply couldn't risk someone finding out.

"But hey, at least we can fuck around here all we want." He pointed out, making me smile against my will. He refused to let anything ruin our day, which was sweet of him.

"Then what shall we do here?" I asked.

I could feel Sam's smirk from against the back of my neck, his hair tickling my skin. His arms tightened around me. "Depends on what you're implying, sugar."

As much as I hated that nickname, his suggestiveness was too predictable to not laugh. Sam was such a dumbass. Yet, I liked him anyway.

"That we could maybe play a game or something?" I feigned innocence.

Clearly not liking my response, Sam used his arms to flip me around and press me against the couch. His face hovered above mine, and his tooth pulled at his bottom lip. I felt my heart skip, and cheeks suddenly felt as though they were on fire.

"What game were you thinking, sugar?" he drawled.

Taking the opportunity to piss him off, I reached my hand up and flicked his forehead. "Don't know, Go Fish maybe?"

Sam's jaw dropped as he brought one hand up to his forehead, offended by my the modesty in my response. I started laughing like a madman, thoroughly enjoying his reaction.

Noticing the enjoyment I got out of it, Sam quickly reached down and grabbed hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head. Anyone else experiencing some major déjà vu?

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" He raised a brow, studying my face. I certainly had an answer to that, though it was not the one he wanted to hear.

Seizing the opportunity, I lifted my head up just enough to press a quick peck to his cheek. I saw his widened eyes staring down at me, trying to process what I had done. I successfully caught him off guard yet again, and that face was utterly satisfying.

"Sawyer-"

He was cut off by a knock at the front door. We both snapped our heads in the direction of it, even though we couldn't see over the back of the couch. So much for having fun. Sam's gaze returned to mine as the knocking resumed. "Fuck."

I furrowed my brow. "Who the hell is that?"

Sam shrugged, quickly kissing my cheek before letting my wrists go. His attempt to stand up was ungracious. The sudden absence of his body heat left me feeling cold and obnoxiously alone. Whoever was at the door better be dying or something. If they weren't, I was going to have some asses to beat.

The knocking grew louder and more fervent, so Sam quickly made his way out of the living room while yelling that he was coming. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, because I didn't know what the situation was. But he didn't tell me to do anything, so I stayed sitting on the couch and listening to the sounds of the door.

"Goddamn it." I heard Sam mutter under his breath, as the sound of the door creaking open echoed throughout the empty house.

"Sammy! We've got a mission!" The familiar bravado immediately told me who it was.

"Dennis, what the hell are you doing here?" I could hear Sam's annoyed response.

"Dennis, my favorite person ever, I'm so glad that you're here!" He mimicked in a high-pitched voice. It sounded nothing like Sam.

Sam's sigh was so loud that I could hear it from the living room. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

I listened to Dennis' footsteps groaning closer to the living room. "Well, my phone died so I came anyway. Also, you didn't even ask me why I'm here."

"I did, but you were to busy listening to the sound of your own voice to hear me." Sam deadpanned.

Dennis laughed. "You can try to make me mad, but I'm in too much of a good mood."

"Why's that?" Sam asked.

"Well, I'm glad you asked." Dennis beamed. "I got Sydney's number, and she has this really hot friend who's totally down to go with us to-"

"One, is the hot friend Jocelyn?" Sam began. I shifted on the couch, feeling my heart pang. "And two, I'm not going anywhere."

"Sam!" Dennis whined. "Just because it's Joss, doesn't mean you can't give it a chance! Also, you're going to come whether you want to or not."

Noticing their proximity to the living room, I dove for my phone to make it seem like I was just scrolling through the internet.

Jocelyn was a cheerleader who had always had a thing for Sam. I guess I never really thought about it before, but there were a lot of girls who would kill to be with him. Lucky me, I guess? There had been a ton of rumors about those two over the last few years, and about whether or not they actually hooked up. But the most important and basic information anyone would need to know about her, was that she was pretty conceited on top of a massive ego.

Now Sydney, on the other hand, was the head cheerleader. She was as sweet as they came, which shocked me that she would go for someone like Dennis. He was too unstable, and only cared about one night stands. But I supposed that even the good girls wanted things that they shouldn't.

When I glanced over at the door, I came face to face with brown eyes and shaggy hair. His jaw was set, and his arms crossed. Sam sent an apologetic look my way from where he stood behind Dennis.

"What's he doing here?" Dennis pouted.

"I thought we discussed this. He is going to be here when he is left home alone."

I suddenly felt very out of place. I almost forgot that Sam and I weren't official. That no one else could know about us. That I wasn't even supposed to be there. But most of all, that I would never fit in with his friends.

I wondered if Millie would ever except him? I couldn't help thinking that she might not. After all, Sam hadn't exactly been kind to me, nor me to him. And I knew that she would only fret over the possibility of Sam stealing me from her. Which was already occurring, in a sense.

"Yeah, but it's Sunday. There is no way his parents aren't home." Dennis replied, his eyes looking me over suspiciously.

"I'll have you know that I'm right here." I retorted, returning the look. "And I'll also have you know that my parents do not have Sundays off."

Dennis frowned, turning to look at Sam. "How do you put up with that?"

Sam snorted. "Are you forgetting that I didn't put up with it for like four years?"

Dennis nodded, clearly forgetting that. I wanted to push him back out the door he came in from. It was supposed to be my day with Sam. Now I sounded needy.

"Well, did you hear what I said about Sydney?" Dennis said, remembering why he came there.

"You never finished what you were saying, but I heard enough. I'm not going anywhere." Sam kept a stoic expression.

"Oh, come on, man!" Dennis pouted, pleading with Sam. "Sydney is so hot, you can't make me miss an opportunity like that!"

"I ain't doing shit."

"Sam..." He drawled.

"I can't miss an opportunity to avoid Jocelyn." Sam spoke firmly, making me feel a lot better.

At least I didn't have to worry about Jocelyn coming in between Sam and I.

"Just one night of having to deal with her." Dennis continued, effectively pushing all of Sam's buttons. I definitely had experience doing that.

"Dude, no."He shook his blonde head.

"I don't even know why you don't like her." Dennis' face reflected confusion. "Like, she's hot as hell, funny, smart, and is one-hundred percent into you."

"She's clingy, obsessed with me, average looking, and has a bigger ego than me and Sawyer combined." Sam used his hand to gesture between us. And she's a girl, I mentally added. Though I didn't know if Sam was gay, he was certainly not straight enough to put up with Jocelyn.

Dennis looked back at me like he forgot that I was there. "Damn. You two do have pretty big egos."

"Precisely." Sam agreed.

I mean, they weren't wrong.

"Why does it even matter so much?" I voiced my thoughts. "I mean, I hurts me to say it, but you could literally screw anyone whenever you feel like it. Why do you need Sam's help?"

Dennis' jaw dropped. "Are you a virgin, or are you just that fucking stupid?"

Okay, so that was both insulting and confusing. What the hell did I do to him? "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"If one girl gets turned down, then the other one will refuse." Dennis explained. "It's common knowledge. Girls stick together. They're like a pack of wolves."

"Yeah, maybe for a fuckboy." I retorted. I wasn't stupid, but I was a virgin.

Sam attempted to stifle a laugh from beside Dennis, causing the fuckboy to whip his head towards his friend. "Whose side are you on?"

Sam pretended to think on it. "Well, he is right."

"Like you're not a fuckboy!" Dennis pointed out.

"Yeah, but you're like a whole new level."

"You're like the definition of a hormonal teenager." I added. Sam nodded.

Dennis looked wildly between us, a shocked expression glued to his face. "I can't tell if there is some sort of budding friendship happening or not. Would it be stupid to say that I'm a little scared?"

Sam started laughing, ignoring his friend's question. "Anyway. Dennis, is there some party going on tonight that they want us to go to?"

"Yeah, at Freddy's house." He answered.

Freddy was not only a well-known member of the football team, but he was also the God Of Parties. His parents literally took a vacation almost every weekend, so he always seized the opportunity to throw a massive party. He probably went to juvie about thirteen times from busted parties. Not to mention the amount of times his parents had grounded him.

Yet, they never quiteseemed to learn their lesson.

"Then I guess you'll have to go alone. I'm not going to deal with Joss' bullshit." Sam repeated again.

"Sam, you gotta help a man out." Dennis begged, his bottom lip dipping into a pout. "Syd is way too nice to give me a chance if you don't give one to Joss."

I felt Sam glance at me for a few seconds. He was contemplating on which one of us he needed to focus on. Because, although Dennis was his closest and dearest friend, I was also his whatever-you-call-two-guys-who-make-out-all-the-time-but-have-never-given-themselves-a-proper-title.

Before I could really think it through, I was already talking. "You should just go. Get it over with."

While Dennis was looking my way, I saw Sam's eyes shoot out of his skull. He clearly wasn't expecting my approval, or input. He was probably hoping that I would help him out of the situation, not worsen it.

"Actually, I've change my mind. This budding friendship isn't half-bad." Dennis smiled, waiting for Sam to respond.

"If I have to go, then so should Sawyer." He bit his lip.

My jaw dropped. "Hell no. You are not dragging me into this."

"Actually, you dragged yourself into it." Sam pointed out. "If you are going to tell me to do something I don't want to do, then you should have to do it too."

I frowned. I mean, it did make a little bit of sense. "You are a real asshole."

"But at least I'll admit it." He replied, using the same words I had when he called me a drama queen.

Pursing my lips, I sighed. "On one condition." They both raised their brows expectantly. "If Millie can come too."

"Fine."

I didn't know that people around here liked to hold parties on a Sunday night, but it seemed that I was going to have to go to one.

Sam bit his lip, as though trying to catch my attention.

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