FearStreet part 1: 1994

Chapter 8

*Sam*

we were driving home and all I wanted was for Deena to look at me.

I wanted to ask Deena to be my girlfriend but right now wouldn't be the perfect time.

dick head sheriff won't believe us for shit.

"bring me to the hospital" Josh said

"why" Deena and I asked which made her look at me.

"so I could see if they're okay, if I get any news, I'll call you guys to let you know"

Deena nodded as she turned the car around.

my stomach hurt so I laid my head down on my seatbelt.

her hand held mine.

"are you okay?"

I smile and nod even though I wasn't.

"I didn't just call Goode when we were in the store"

"who the fuck did you call then?" Deena asked as her fingers interlocked with mine.

"C. Berman, she survived Camp Nightwing in 1978 and I thought she could help"

Deena looks at me and I nod.

"we need to find out what's causing it" I told Deena.

Deena nodded as we pulled up to the hospital.

"give me a call when you hear anything, okay?"

Josh nodded and walked in the hospital.

my stomach was cramping as it was hurting.

I felt like throwing up.

we weren't driving away so I looked at Deena.

she looked concerned.

"do you want to go home? I have medicine and we can watch a movie" Deena offered locking eyes with me.

I nodded and rubbed her hand.

she kissed me and started driving.

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*Deena*

as we pulled up to my house I rubbed Sam's fingers.

"we're here bab- I mean Sam"

she laughed as she pretended to go back to sleep.

I sighed while unbuckling my seatbelt.

I walk over to Sam's side and open her door.

"come onnnnn" I whined.

"just carry meeeee" she whined back which made me groan.

"fine"

I wasn't complaining because I am in love with this girl.

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I went into my room still carrying Sam and laid her on the bed.

she sat up.

"so, I did all that work for nothing?"

she laughed and went onto my lap.

I moved her hair out of the way so I could see her face clearly.

"Deena, I have to ask you something" Sam said as she was rubbing my back.

"okay, yeah... what's up?"

"will you be my girlfriend?.."