lovesong (sam kiszka x reader)

7

a couple of weeks later, i woke up suddenly to rapping on my window. which was odd, because my room was on the second floor. sam and i had been doing great, doing what we normally did every day, making sure no one knew anything.

i groaned and looked out the window, rubbing my face and running my fingers through my hair. "s-sam?"

he was kneeling on the overhang of my porch. "hey, sleeping beauty. farmer's market?"

"why are you on my roof."

"because i want to go to the farmer's market?" he shrugged, holding up two tote bags.

"well, can i, like, wake up?" i looked at him, rubbing my face again and smiling wearily. "it's literally 7:30 in the morning"

"i couldn't wait to see you. i hate all-day shifts." he smiled.

"ah yes, all day shifts spraying shoes with anti-athlete's foot powder at the bowling alley for 14 bucks an hour."

"at least i have a job." he snickered.

"oh, whatever. let yourself in the front, my dad will kill me if he sees you come down from in here." i put my arms up on the windowsill.

"does he know?"

"no one knows. you haven't told your family, right?" i asked, raising an eyebrow.

"our secret's safe, princess." he scooched forwards and kissed me gently.

"alright, skedaddle, prince charming. before someone sees a piece of the roof falls off. i'll meet you down there. just wait for a few."

i watched as he clumsily shimmied down the post of the porch. i rolled my eyes and clipped my hair back, trudging down the stairs.

"mornin', dad." i said, seeing him standing at the fridge.

"morning, y/n. you're up early, no?"

"yep. couldn't sleep." i sat at the table, picking up an orange and peeling it.

"that's too bad-" he was interrupted by sam knocking obnoxiously. "he's up early."

i smiled. "he is."

"you like him, don't you?"

"dad."

"you can't fool me, i'm your father. don't worry, i condone this."

i scoffed, standing up. "you've met him once."

"he's a nice young man, he has manners, he made you dinner your first night. hell, he helped you move in. he's keeping you out of trouble and making you happy." he smiled and poured the rest of his coffee in a travel tumbler. "i'll let him in."

"okay. are we having dinner tonight or am i eating alone?"

he took a $50 out of his wallet and dropped it on the table. "go to dinner with him tonight."

"dad."

"y/n." he replied in the same tone sarcastically.

i chose not to fight him on this one. "thank you, pop."

"i'll see ya tonight, kiddo. love you." he left and i heard him open the door, making small talk with sam as they passed each other. the door shut, and sam ran into the room, knocking over the chair i sat in as he picked me up.

"sam! it's literally been two days!" i laughed, putting my arms around my neck.

"you once said i was clingy. you may have been onto something." he made a raspberry in the crook of my neck, making me kick my legs wildly. he put me down on the counter.