Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 21, Coffee Problems

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Samm's POV(: -

I layed on the ground sobbing for who knows how long. The pain that was surrounding me was too much. Breathing was difficult, even blinking hurt.

Once I finished crying, I heard the door open and close. With all my strength, I pulled myself up off the ground just in time for Damon to walk into the kitchen.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked once he got close enough. I bit my lip and wiped my tears away.

"I'm great! Hey, can we go out for some Starbucks. I'm craving a drink." I spoke too quickly as usual. Damon's eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded.

Both of us hopped into his car and Sleeping With Sirens was playing through the radio.

"Nobodies gonna love if you can't display your way to capture this. Nobodies gonna hold your hand and guide you through, no its up for you to understand. Nobodies gonna feel your pain when all is done and its time for you to walk away. So when you have today, you should say all that you have to say..." The music rang through the car in a peaceful silence.

"Samm, why were you on the ground when I came in?" Damon blurted out at a red light. I didn't face him, kept my gaze straight ahead.

"I lost a contact." Shit. That was a pathetic lie.

"You're wearing glasses." Damon retorted quickly.

"Okay, I lied."

"I figured that part out my dear."

"I fell." Hey, I was not going to tell Damon how shitty of a mother I had.

"I saw your mom kick you." He replied softly. It was so soft, it felt like he was mumbling under his breath.

"Turn here." I said. Damon listened and he turned into the food complex. Starbucks was right infront of us. Without a word, I got out of the car, and marched inside.

"Welcome to Star- SAMM?!"

"Mother of fuck!" I screamed. The whole place was empty except for a guy who was on his laptop with his ear buds in.

"Well, if it isn't little Sammy. Son of the Stupid." I grit my teeth together before walking up the counter.

"I'd like a double chocolatey chip frappe."

"Sorry, I don't serve anything to fatasses." Great, make this night even better with the bitch that made my middle school life living hell! What else you got world? Let me get fucking zapped!

"Natalie, whats going on... You're that girl from the internet! Samm, isn't it?" A lady who appeared to be around her late 30s stepped out from the back and came over the counter. "My three girls love you!"

I plastered a smile on my face. "Awh, thank you. Tell them I love them as well."

"Anyways, is there a problem?" She raised an eyebrow at Natalie and I just kept a poker face.

"Nope boss!" She replied, a fake smile completely plastering her face. "What was it that you wanted?"

"Double chocolatey chip frappe." I repeated, trying my best to keep my smirk off my face. My eyes were dancing though; payback was a bitch.

Suddenly, I realized Damon wasn't inside. Without a word, I walked outside to see Damon taking pictures with some girls. There was one girl who specifically pissed me off.

She was the obvious groupie; low cut shirt that showed way too much cleavage, shorts so low that her ass cheeks were practically hanging out, and a total cake face.