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Sam Wilkinson

'Come'

Was the only text message you got from Sam. Was he okay? You called him continuously waiting for him to pick up. You become frustrated quickly slamming your pencil down on your notebook. You were studying for a big test; however your boyfriend was out partying; as usual.
You sigh, as you try to study. Sam was on your mind the whole time, you couldn't concentrate. You groan, putting jeans and a tank top on. You grab your keys, heading out the door.
You then felt your phone vibrate. You press the green button hearing noise; you heard the clinking of glasses, music, and shouting. "Hello?" you say holding your other ear with your finger. "Hey, babe!" you hear your boyfriend. You roll your eyes, you knew he was wasted. "Are you okay? I was worried about you" you say. "I'm at this party." He responds.
You sigh as you start the car, putting him on the speaker. "I know you are, Sam." You start to drive. "Get your ass over here." He says softly added with a small shriek. "I am, and we're going home." You say thinking about that big test you had in the morning. "No promises." He says hanging up.
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Pulling up the driveway, you notice the number amount of cars in the driveway and the streets. Everyone has been talking about this party for months. Sam was probably having the time of his life. Taking a deep breath, hoping it'd be quick, you open the door. You notice everyone in the small house, dancing around, getting high, or drinking. You knew where Sam was. You make your way through the crowd as you walk in the hallways. You notice familiar faces as they smile and wave to you. You ignore them, they probably wouldn't even remember anyways.

You spot Sam yelling and screaming at the end of a ping pong table. They were all playing beer pong. You watch as Sam gulps down the drink, turning his head to notice you. You watch as he smiles wide. "Babe!" he yells as he runs over to you. You giggle as he knocks into a few things before actually coming up to you. He gives you a quick peck, as you smell the alcohol. "Sam, it's almost 12." You say looking at the clock. "That's it!" he claps his hands to his favorite song. He starts to move his legs as he starts to dance. "Why don't you have a shirt on?" you ask crossing your arms. "It was getting hot in here." He admits as he continues to smile.

"You're shot, Sam." You smile as you swing your keys back and forth. "Can we stay for a bit?" he asks holding onto your waist. You hated saying no to Sam. It never worked; he either gave you a puppy dog face or pleaded you. Whichever one he did, it always worked for him. You frown as you shrug your shoulders. "I guess."
"You're the best, babe." He says kissing your cheek. He holds your hand leading you over to the Jacks. "Hey y/n." Jack J says to you. He wasn't as wasted as Sam, just high. You saw the redness in his eyes. For some reason, Jack was the one who could cover it up, while Sam acted like the 5 year old. "How many drinks did he have?" you ask them pointing to your immature boyfriend as he continued to play beer pong. Jack G started to count on his fingers. "Uh...I lost track." He laughs. "Oh god." You say rubbing your forehead.
"Y/n." Sam says wiggling his finger towards you. You slug your feet over to him, hoping he was at least somewhat tired.
"Yes?" you ask. "Comee." Sam gives his charming smile holding his warm hand in yours. "How was studying." He says managing to remember. "I was too worried about you." You roll your eyes as he pulls you in Jack's room. He always put his stuff in his room, to avoid any stealing. "I'm alive." Sam says hugging your waist. "Yes, I know that Sam." You repeat.
As Sam slams down his last cup, you watch the blurred vision from his eyes. He was like a little kid from your view. You feel his lips against your neck. Each kiss was soft, you knew he was sloppy enough to make a least one mark. You lift your head up, knowing you were too stressed. You feel his hands creep upon the hem of your shirt, pulling it down. "You smell good." He laughs as he moves his hands over to your face. "Sam." You say thinking about the time. He groans in response quickly. "I Just wanna be with you." He lets out.

Here we go.
Sam always confessed his love for you whenever he was intoxicated. You start walking away from him, picking up his belongings. "I know you do." You say giving him a comforting hug. "You have to do this stupid test, tomorrow though." He frowns rubbing his hair. "You're way too drunk to go home, Sammy. Just stay the night at my house." You offer as you see a big smile across his face. "I love you." He says giving you a soft kiss. "I love you too babe."
You then hear banging on the door. "GUYS." You hear. It was Gilinsky's voice.
You walk behind Sam as he opens the door. "What."
"Oh, I thought you guys died, anyways."
"Anyways, we're playing another round of beer pong, you guys in?" Jack J interrupts as you look to Sam. You knew he couldn't resist to play with his friends, but something stopped him. "Nope. I'm going home with y/n." he says holding your hand from behind. You watch the Jacks' face as they were surprised. "Oh wow, nice man."
"It is nice, so you can suck a big..."
"Sam." You say.
"We'll see you guys later." You say for him as you drag him out of the house. "Why couldn't I say that?" he complains as he gets in the car. "Because it was unnecessary." You giggle turning it on.
"Oh...I See...you didn't want them to suck on my dick...because it's big as well."
"Ok. Sam."