sober // s.wilk

(2) Evian Boo

I pulled the pizza rolls and cookies out the oven and placed them on the island. "Guys! The food is done!" I yelled. I heard them make their way towards the kitchen and next thing you know, I'm surrounded by hungry teenage boys. "Thanks Evian boo." I laughed, still not used to used to the nickname Johnson gave me. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being nicknamed after a water brand, but it's pretty amusing. I heard the doorbell ring and I automatically knew it was Mark. Sammy shot his head up, looking directly at me.

Before he could, i dashed towards the door, with him following me right on my heel. Just as I was about to open the door, he threw me over his shoulder. "Samuel Howard Wilkinson!Put me down right now!" I demanded, repeatedly punching his back. His grip on me tightened with each punch. The door rang, yet again. He ran over to the kitchen and placed me down against the wall, with no way of escaping. His body was against me and I couldn't find an exit. "Guys, someone is at the door." Nate said while stuffing his face with cookies.

"Wait till he leaves." Sammy said, looking at me in the eyes. I turned away, trying to show how aggravated I was with him. "Johnson, go open it." I pleaded. He nodded and walked over to the door. Sammy quickly pulled away from me and ran back over, this time I was following him. He was too late, Jack opened the door already and Mark was there, giving Jack a brohug. Sam stopped midway and I walked around him, to greet my bestfriend. "Hey, I'm so glad you could make it." I smiled, engulfing him into a hug.

He came inside and I closed the door behind him. We walked over to Sam, "Babe, you remember Mark." I said to him. He looked really annoyed and I couldn't tell if he could notice it. "Nice to see you." Mark said, sticking his hand out. Sammy looked at it, scoffed, then turned around and walked away. I sighed in embarrassment. "I am so sorry about him." I apologized as we began walking to the kitchen. The guys have already attacked the food, and were sitting in the living room, playing games.

"Why does he not like me?" He asked, as we sat on top of the island, eating the leftover food. "We used to date." I replied bluntly. It was a stupid reason, but that was it. I wish Sammy could've just given him a chance before hating him. He really didn't have a reason to not like Mark, but he is my jealous over protective boyfriend. "That's it?" he asked raising his eyebrow.

I nodded, finishing off the cookie I was eating. I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed some water. "He has this scenario in his head that we will get back together. He is too jealous to realize that I told him you had a girlfriend." I chuckled. Screams from the living room echoed throughout the house, causing me to flinch in surprise. "Anyways, how's life? It feels like forever since we talked." he said taking and drinking my water. I slapped him on the back of his head, causing him to choke on the water. I titled my head back, dying in laughter.

My stomach began hurting from laughing so much, I had to hold onto his shoulder so I wouldn't fall off the counter. He jokingly placed the water above my head, threatening to pour it. "You wouldn't." I said, trying to hold in my laughter. He laughed, then placed the glass back down on the counter, "But really, how have you been?"

"I've been great, but I'm trying to deal with Sam's partying problem. I even told his mom I would go with him to parties and makes sure he's home by 11, sober." I told him. He looked at me , surprised. "You? At a party?" he laughed. I playfully hit him the chest, and he pretended to act hurt. I gave him a hug as an apology. "Love makes you do things that are out of your own comfort zone." i said, half smiling.

"Hey guys! Come here!" We heard Gilinsky yell from the living room. We got off the counter and walked over to where they were. There faces were focused on the game they were currently playing. I looked over at Sammy, who had a serious look on his face. I knew he was upset because his jaw was clenched and his knuckles were practically white from tightly holding onto the controller.

"Sit down and chill with us. Mark, come play a game with us." Nate said patting the space next to him. "We were actually enjoying our talk in the kitchen." i said to Nate. They we're all still concentrated on their game until Sammy paused it. "And what exactly were you guys talking about?" He asked, anger evident in his voice. I glanced at him, then to Gilinsky, who was giving me a look. "We were talking about life, our lives, babe."

He then began tapping his foot rapidly. This is not going to end well. "So Mark," he said, standing up and pacing around the room,"why did you break up with Avianna?" I opened my eyes in disbelief. "Sammy." I said. "Uh no it's fine, we both agreed that we were better of friends." he said. I looked at Gilinsky, begging for help. He shrugged because he knew there was nothing he could do. Once Sam becomes at this stage, there really is no going back.

"Well she seemed pretty upset when she came running to me. She didn't seem like she didn't want to be friends, she wanted to stay more than that." He said, walking up to him. Mark looked at me in disbelief and I looked down in embarrassment. After we decided to break up, I was really upset and I still wanted to be with him but he didn't know that. "You told me that you were fine with it." he said. I felt terrible, we were best friends and we were supposed to tell each other everything.

"I know that but," he interrupted me before I could finish. "Im sorry, coming here was a bad idea. Thanks for having me I guess, kinda wish I didn't come." he said leaving the living room. "Mark." I said running after him. He was already out the door and at his car door.

"I can explain." I said, walking behind him. He didn't say anything just fiddled with his keys. "Mark, please." I said grabbing his shoulder. He didn't move and I stood there. "You could've been honest with me, because I felt the same way." He said opening the car door and getting in. I started banging on the car window but he wouldn't budge. He started the car, looked at me one last time and he drove away. I sighed loudly, blowing the hair that was out of my face. I stormed into the house and walked into the living room, grabbing my things.

"Babe, where are you going?" Sammy asked me, pausing the game. I didn't look at him and continued to pack my things. "Babe." he said , this time , a little more impatiently. "Babe." i grabbed my phone that was charging and threw it in my bag. "Avianna!" he yelled, grabbing my attention. I looked at him, trying to stop myself from smacking him in the face. "Im leaving Sam, what the heck does it look like I'm doing?!" I yelled back at him.

"Why are you leaving?" He shouted. This boy was completely blinded by jealousy, it made me angry. "You are too jealous Sammy! You don't even realize that I love you because you're too worried that I might get back with Mark. But I won't do that because I love you now!" and with that, I ran out the house and into my car. I sat there for a few moments, hoping that Sam would come out and talk to me but that didn't happen. I started my car, and drove out of his neighborhood, as the tears began streaming down my face.