𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 | Sam Thomas

he's my best friend.

"Samuel Thomas, don't even thi-"

Too late...

Sam threw a handful of flour right at my face. I should have known this is what I signed up for when I agreed to help him make pizza.

"You're going to regret this," I threatened, wiping my eyes just enough to get a clear view of his proud grin, "you and your bloody anchovies!"

"How is it that even when you're mad, you manage to make Harry Potter references?"

"It's my nature. You should thank God I'm not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts," I said, trying to look as menacing as possible but failing dramatically as we both burst out laughing like we just escaped from a mental hospital.

"You two look like you have just escaped from a mental hospital," Kristy commented, looking quite concerned as she contemplates the mess we've caused, "and better get that pizza out of the oven unless you want a burnt one for dinner," she added.

It took us a moment to register what she said and Sam ran to save his beloved anchovy pizza, looking at it the way a mother would look at her newborn baby. Kristy and I exchange a disgusted look: we both hate anchovy. But disgust quickly changed to relief when I rush to get the extra Margherita one I made. I know her too well.

I guess introductions are in order. My name is Lily Stone. I'm almost sixteen. My mom's a sales representative, which means she's rarely home and Dad left when I was 7 years old. So I spend most of my time at the Thomas' house, I practically live with them. Kristy is like a sister to me and Sam, he's my best friend.

A.N. :
First chapter woo! I started this last summer and then forgot about it until I checked my drafts for fun today. Hope you liked this <3