Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 28, They're Shipping Us!

"Hey Samm!" Lily called from her spot on the grass. I walked towards her and the smell of weed hit my nose immediately.

"Hey babe." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat next to her. "You know, if you're gonna follow on this whole 'quitting smoking' thing, you're not doing a good job." I teased and punched her arm softly.

"Shut the hell up." She mumbled. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled the perfume bottle out, and watched Lily as she drowned herself in the smell of 'Dark winters'.

"Sammy!" Michael called as he approached us. I wrinkle my eyebrows and watched as he came closer.

I stayed silent and just looked up at him.

"Hey babe! How are you doing?" His grin was too big, too fake.

"Michael, what do you want?" I wasn't up for him right now. I just wanted to spend my break with Lily.

"I have a girlfriend and she's prettier than you."

I gave him a thumbs up and a smile that reminded me of the ':D' face.

"Hey, guess what! I could give less of a shit!" I smiled even wider before my face immediately dropped.

"She's beautiful, skinny, big boobs, and just better than you could ever be."

"Oh my gosh! That's amazing! I hope you two are happy." I flipped him the middle finger and got up. "And you know Michael, I could honestly give less of a shit for you now. I don't even know why I'm wasting my breath for you, because you're obviously not worth it." He really was such a piece of shit. How I was ever friends with him, I'll never understand. Honestly, he never really was that nice to me. Sure, we joked around, but most of the time he was hating on something about me or my videos or Lily.

Even when we had been growing up he was an asshole. He stole my crackers in kindergarten, pushed me off the monkey bars in first, stole more of my crackers in second, punched me in third, called me names in fourth, whacked my head in fifth, stole my gym shorts in sixth, cut half of my hair off in seventh, told everyone in school that I was a lesbian in eighth, sharpied all of my locker in ninth, and now this? How I could even stand being near the boy amazed me!

And thats when it hit me. He wasnt worth fighting for at all so I walked away. I took a deep breath and sighed. Thankfully the bell for 7th period rang, so I walked to class by myself today.

In fact, if I thought about it, none of my few friends had that class. Sighing once again, I walked towards my desk, and sat down. Normally, I sat alone, but when I heard the seat next to me pull up, I used my hair like a shield, and stared at the person in the corner of my eye.

The guy had the looks of Christian Novelli and Dan Howell. It was so weird because he was oddly... Cute looking.

"Boyfriend Samm. You have a boyfriend." My thoughts rang clear through my head.

"Hi, I'm Alex." The guy said to me. I internally flinched but I pulled my hair back enough to look at him. Of course he would have the name that I absolutely love. A/N true story bro. I think the name Alex is sexy *.*

"Hey." Was all I said. I did get a good look of this guy. He was definitely attractive, I wouldn't deny it. Besides, Damon had an unhealthy obsession with Taylor Swift! Why couldn't I like the way a guy looked?

The both of us were awkwardly silent for a second before he spoke again, trying to make conversation. "What's your name?"

"Samm." One worded answers! Maybe he would give up.

"Cool, is it short for Samantha?" He wouldn't give up.

I was too embarrassed by this guy. In fact, whenever I had to talk to a semi-attractive person, I would flip the fuck out because I was afraid they were judging me.