Wrapped Around Your Finger\\M.C.

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<<<Samantha>>>

"They're still not here," Stacy paces the kitchen with a vodka on ice in her hand, "Do you think he stood me up?"

"I don't know," Samantha answers, sitting on the counter between the fridge and the oven, where she always does, kicking her legs, "I didn't meet him."

"He seemed so excited to come," Stacy frowns, before she takes a sip, curling her lip at the sting.

"I'm sure he'll show, maybe they got lost," Samantha shrugs.

"He put the directions into his phone though, I watched him. Well," she pinches her brows and looks embarrassed, "I didn't watch what he was doing in his phone I guess."

"Then what were you watching?"

"His mouth," she admits to her cousin, her cheeks flushing. "Sami he has a gorgeous mouth. And I want to kiss it so bad."

"Oh my god," Samantha laughs, shaking her head. "How hard up are you? Damn."

"I'm not hard up," Samantha deflects offended before she sighs and lays over the counter, "He's just so pretty."

Samantha laughs at her, actually wanting to see this guy that has her cousin so titillated and bent out of shape. Stacy straightens back up and takes a huge gulp of her drink, calming her nerves before she sighs again and leaves the kitchen to the main room, patting Samantha's knee on the way out. Samantha follows, saying hi to a few other familiar faces that have drifted in before she notices the growing party.

"How many more people are coming?" she grabs Stacy's arms and says in her ear as she comes up behind her.

Stacy turns and grimaces, "I'm sorry I guess some people invited more people."

"Stacy," Samantha groans, "I don't want to be around a ton of people."

"Go get a drink. You know where the whiskey is. Take some nerves off," Stacy suggests with a smile. "Just please don't leave."

Samantha rolls her eyes before going to the balcony, leaning against the railing while two people she doesn't know giggle over a joint, the warm coastal air blowing the smoke right to her. She watches the waves in the distance, crashing over and over again, the sight and sound calming until it's interrupted by the high strangers. Samantha tolerates this until she's grabbed from behind, the familiar grip of two small hands on her shoulder's telling her instantly who it is.

"Oh my god, Sami, they're here," Stacy squeals in her ear as she turns around to face her. "Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Told ya," Samantha smiles at her.

"How do I look?" Stacy smoothes her hair before she tilts her head back and sways her long hair behind her shoulders.

"Beautiful as always," Samantha tells her.

"Thanks girl. Do you want to come meet them?"

"I will later," Samantha scrunches her nose lightly, "I don't want to bombard them as they come through the door."

"Okay, but please come find me later so I can introduce you. Or I will come find you myself with the boy of my picking," she raises a brow and smirks devishly.

"I'll come find you," Samantha laughs.

"Good!" Stacy giggles before she bites her lip and squeals, heading back inside.

Samantha laughs as she leans her hips against the balcony railing, watching as Stacy opens the door and smiles her beautiful wide grin, her greeting making its way out to the balcony. A very tall boy, no young man, with light brown curly hair and an adorable smile comes in first and hugs Stacy. He wears a ratty band tee, with holes and the arms cut out, exposing his tight fit sides and thick muscular arms. His tight black jeans have rips in the knees and are tucked into his solid black high-top converse.

She feels her eyebrows rise, completely understanding why Stacy is in such a tizzy; this guy is fucking hot. Stacy is the same height as her, roughly 5'7", and this guy has to be at least six foot. To Samantha's surprise, an even taller boy enters in behind. A blond with blue eyes, visible even from the long distance, in black ripped skinny jeans and an Offspring band tee. The next one comes in, again tall. Not as tall at the second but taller than the first and he has beautiful olive skin and black hair with a faded blond patch, only the ends left. He, too, wears black skinny jeans, no noticeable rips though, and a baggy plain white muscle tee with a pair of era vans.

They pile around Stacy as the fourth one comes in, the dark haired guy in the way and only a quick flash of red shows behind him before a group of people comes out the door to the balcony, completely blocking her view. The group starts whooping when they find the two smoking weed, one standing to give greetings as they laugh about some inside joke. Feeling crowded, Samantha walks to the end of the house, chairs stacked up to block the area that wraps around the house and leads to the master bedroom balcony where she knows she will find some peace and quiet.