call me lover (sam fender)

when you are done we'll go driving

the next morning when i woke up, all of the memories of the night before flooded back into my mind in an instant. i had checked my phone almost straight away, but i had no missed calls, texts, dm's or snaps from connor.

it was probably a good thing, but i couldn't help but feel shit about it all. connor was still my boyfriend and someone i was committed to. i clearly took the commitment side more seriously than he did.

after spending some time sulking in bed and feeling sorry for myself, i decided to get up. i looked a wreck. i hadn't taken my makeup off from last night, nor had i showered. yeah, not the prettiest sight.

chucking on my dressing gown and slippers, i plodded downstairs to find my dad cooking bacon and eggs in the kitchen.

it was only dean, my dad and i. my relationship with him was amazing. he was away a lot for business, mostly because he had to earn a good enough wage to keep our house and all of us fed but he enjoyed his job anyhow. me and dean appreciated him more than anything.

"morning, pops" i smiled as i opened the fridge, pouring myself a glass of apple juice as peach (my chihuahua) came to my legs.

"good morning, pumpkin" my dad smiled, turning around from the oven and kissing my head.

"how was work last night?"

my dad had left yesterday afternoon for work at 16:00 and hadn't got back until 2 this morning, so i hadn't seen him.

"it was alright i suppose, our contractors are pissing us about a bit but apart from that not bad," he laughed lightly, dropping some slices of bacon and a couple of eggs onto my plate, "sauce?"

"yes please"

finally, in came dean. i silently made my prayers to every god i could think of that he wouldn't bring up anything from yesterday. my dad cared to much to find out i was going out late with connor and his friends every night.
my dads frequent and last minute business trips made sneaking out pretty easy. but if he found out i was, he'd most likely flip his shit at me.

"morning dad, morning shitface" he chuckled as he sat down beside me, grabbing 3 pieces of toast and the majority of what was left of the bacon, messily chucking it onto his plate.

"pig"

"shut the fuck up"

the three of us conversed for about half an hour whilst we ate breakfast. i made sure to keep a threatening stare on dean, in case he considered bringing anything up.

as i sat eating my bacon, my mind couldn't help wander back to last night when sam picked me up from the club and saved me from lewis.

why did he come to pick me up and not dean?

why was he acting so pissed off at me?

why was he so annoyed that i was going out with connor and his mates anyway?

it just didn't make sense to me. i wished i could just beg for answers but i was also so done with caring and just being a boys doormat. i wanted to be able to not give a fuck anymore, and that's what i planned on doing.

                                              <3

after breakfast i had messaged my bestfriend dylan to see if he wanted to grab some food and head down to the coast. fortunately, he'd accepted.

dylan and i had been best friends since year 2 when we were only 6. we had always just clicked and we'd been with eachother through a lot. i told him all about connor, the situation at the club, my mum, but that was a conversation for another day.