Sam and I head into his apartment.
"So, I'm getting popcorn, what did you need to grab?" He asks me.
"Oh, um I wanted to get some more blankets, where are yours..." I reply, looking around.
"On the couch," He says pointing there while heading into his cabinets.
I quickly grab the blankets and walk back over to him in the kitchen. He was putting the popcorn bags in the microwave. I lean against the counter right next to him.
"So, you decided to pack popcorn when moving to LA?" I raise my eyebrow.
He clicks two minutes on the microwave, "Yeah, don't judge, we guys need our snacks," He smiles.
"Alright," I grin. Awkward silence. I just stood there leaning on his counter, watching the countdown of the popcorn and listening to it pop.
"So are you waiting for me?" Sam says, breaking the quiet.
"I mean, I guess so, I rather be here than watch those two make out," My eyes drift away from the conversation. I was trying to not feel anymore jealousy than I did back in the room. Feelings suck sometimes, and I just want to erase them.
"True, I'd hate to be the only one without someone to kiss when others are doing it in front of you," He says.
"Ha, yeah, one time I was at the movie theater in Kansas, and there was like three couples making out all around me," I awkwardly say.
"Oh yeah, I've experienced that too, but in such a way worst situation," He says, with wide eyes like he was remembering a bad time.
"Really? How so?" I ask, smirking.
He adjusts his neck collar, "Well the same thing happened to me... but I was on a first date..."
My face cringes, "Ooo, that's rough."
"I know, it was honestly so rude, and it was rude since my date never wanted to kiss me back," He says, running a hand through his hair.
"I totally agree, that's rude."
"Yep, kissing is rude."
"But only in the public right?" I ask.
"I guess," He chuckles slightly and so do I.
We stop laughing and time pauses as our bodies seemed to draw in closer. Our faces just inches away.
What's happening?
His eyes flicker to my lips and my hand lifts to his cheek. His arm starts to slowly slither its way to my waist and our gazes seem to capture each others.
Our lips gently touch.
He begins to slowly move his and I do too, it was a sweet and passionate kiss with a rhythm that was simple and kind.
The microwave then suddenly beeps, signaling the popcorn was done.
And scaring me in the process. We parted and I let go of his cheek and he quickly peeled off from me and stopping the beeping on the microwave. He takes out the popcorn.
He awkwardly laughs, "Sorry bout that, Ash."
I blush slightly, "No worries."
He quickly opens the bag of popcorn and shoves some in his mouth.
"Hey, I didn't burn it!" He smiles, surprised at his food.
I laugh, "Congrats, lets go disturb those crazy kids." I take a handful of the popcorn and walk out to my apartment.
"You're welcome for those!" Sam calls out, hurrying behind me.
We turn the corner into my apartment and as I am about to open the door to my room, Sam says, "Wait, lets scare them instead. That'll be payback for them making out."
I smirk, "Alright, on the count of three."
He whispers with me, "One,... two...three!"
"Boo-"
Our scare to them quickly turns into a scare for us.
"AHHH!" We both scream, petrified. I shut the door as quickly as I can.
"OH MY GOD," I breathe out, shocked, disgusted and horrified, "ON MY BED TOO, OH MY GOD EW EW GROSS."
I drop the blankets and sprint out my apartment, and down the hall to the elevator.
I think I just witnessed my best friend and my mortal enemy having sex.
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I'm sitting at the end of my apartment's hallway on the floor next to the elevator. Mortified. Not knowing whether I should go back, or leave. I feel betrayed, my best friend just did that to me.
A little cut was just sliced into my heart.
My emotions were having it's own confusion. I didn't know whether to cry, or scream out of anger.
Cry, because I am jealous.
Scream, because I'm mad.
Also because they're doing it on my bed.
Fuck, those are new sheets too! Damn, my night is just going so well, isn't it? I had opened the door to innocently scare them, to get back at them for making out but instead, I had opened the door to see them scaring me. I just saw them under my blanket, Colby had his shirt off and I think Ellie did too. Or at least she had a bra on? I don't know, too many details makes things worst. When we opened the door, their backs were to us, so I couldn't really tell if she had the bra on or off. But still, they even turned around and looked at us frozen. #Exposed and shit but like that's disgusting. I swear I made eye contact with Colby for a split second and almost hurled the popcorn.
Colby fucking Brock, why must you ruin fucking everything?
I bury my red face into my sweaty palms. I slowly stand up and as I'm about to press the elevator button, Sam stops me.
"Hey, don't go, who else am I going to be scarred for life with?" He asks, semi-smiling.
"Me, I guess," I sigh, nudging his side and walking back to my apartment. He wraps an arm around me.
"Lets not go back to your apartment if you want to be able to see again," He says, diverting me to his apartment instead.
"Good idea."
We arrive into his apartment, somehow Sam saved a lot of the popcorn since he didn't drop it while running off, unlike me. I abandoned those blankets, like lol nope.
"Well, since you can't go back into your room, you could just spend the night here. If you want, that is." Sam says, sweetly.
He's a great guy, why can't I like him and not Colby?
"Thanks Sam, you're so sweet, how do you not have a girlfriend?" I ask, hugging him.
"I don't know. I'm such a catch!," He smiles, wrapping his arms around me.
"Yes you are, kid," I reply still hugging him. He releases from my embrace a few short seconds later.
"It's getting late. Are you tired?" He questions, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Nah, it's 11:10, lets do something," I reply.
"Well, what's open at this time?" His expression turns to a puzzled look.
"Sam, this is Los Angeles, California. One of the cities that never sleeps. There's gotta be something open at this time," I look at him. Stupid Kansas kid needs to learn his shit about California kids. I'm now one, so he could learn a thing or two from me. "Are you tired? It'd be nine in Kansas, you can't already be adjusted to California time now."
"No, I'm not tired... Lets just go, get away from here," He says, dragging my arm out the door, "And if all else fails, McDonald's is open twenty-four hours!"
"Yay, night adventure!"
We hold hands and run quickly down the hall, into the elevator. As we get into the elevator, I couldn't help but think about Colby and Ellie. Would this all be different if Colby and I were actually friends?
Maybe, if I didn't hate him.
I hate liking my rival.
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WHAT A CHAPTER. Honestly this was so funny to write. Sue me, kill me. Also pretty stoked Colby is posting twice a week!! WOO MORE BROCK TIME. I literally wuv him suh much.
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