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Sammy Wilkinson

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"Sammy, you're always drunk anymore!" You yelled at your boyfriend of a year who had just came home. He was denying the fact that he partied too
much.

"Y/N, calm down. I'm not even that drunk, live a little." He fired back, slurring his words slightly.

"That's the point Sam, I want you to live. You could've died driving home. I care about you, you idiot."

"Then why'd you let me go?" He questions.

"I'm not your keeper Sam, I thought you would've been responsible. You know what, fuck you! Come find me when you're not drunk as fuck." You yell, walking out and being sure to slam it shut. You pulled up to your best friend's apartment and she gladly allowed you to stay. The next morning you woke up to a note from your best friend informing you that she was at the store and she'd be back soon. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and you go to answer it. You opened the door to see some one you really didn't wanna see right now. Sammy. You go to shut the door, but Sammy squeezes his foot in between.

"Please baby. I need to talk to you about last night." He pouts. "You probably don't even remember last night." You respond. "I remember making you feel like absolute shit, and I'm sorry for that." You finally open the door and let him in. "Yeah well sorry doesn't cut it Sam." "I know, I know. But I really am sorry and I promise less parties and less drinking." He says approaching you. "Can I trust you?" You whisper. "Yes. I love you, Y/N and I'd give up anything for you." He says genuinely, you can't help but smile and press your lips against his. "You're forgiven."

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