After 4 hours of filming we finally have the finished music video and thousands of bloopers.
"Dude, my place" Sammy calls. I roll my eyes and say goodbye before getting in the car, and leaning back against the leather seats. Fortunately the drive home is brief and doesn't take too long before we get to our house. We pull into the driveway and as Sammy turns off the ignition, I get out of the car and unlock the front door, leaving it open for my brother as I make my way upstairs to my room. The instant that I step foot in my room, my eyes instantly land on the stack of 700 photos that I printed off last summer. With a sudden motivation I change out of my clothes and into a sports bra with some booty shorts, before blasting my Beyoncé playlist loudly. As Haunted begins to play I make my way to the left corner of my room. I pull my vanity stool over to the corner of the room and place the first picture in the top left hand corner of the main wall, turning into the feature wall. I begin to collage the photos over lapping them and putting them in strange angles, making certain photos stand out. It takes a rough 2 hours until I have covered the wall in photos. Exhausted after my creativity burst I flop down onto my soft bed and listen to the continuous angelic flow of Beyoncé playing. The creek of the day made me sit up and glare, expecting to see Sammy, but instead finding Nate, my glare softens
"What'd ya need?" I ask leaning back on my hands
"I don't actually Sammy just told me to come see you" he chuckles softly
"SAMUEL!" I scream, through the house and within seconds he's at my door
"Why'd ya send Nate up here?" I ask, sadly turning Beyoncé off
"Oh coz I wanted him to tell you that you and Johnson are sharing rooms tonight"
"No we are not. I am never sharing a room with him, do you not remember camp?" Nate chuckles until given a death glare by Sammy, immediately surrendering
"Fine then share with Nate"
"Why don't you two share?" he blushes "Oh God, let me go warn Alli"
"Don't say anything!" he says deadly serious. I laugh and smile sweetly
"Maybe" he rolls his eyes and leaves the room
"Put a shirt on" he calls, poking his head back through the door. I look down and see that I'm still in a sports bra
"Why?" I ask not seeing the big deal, I was basically like this the whole day
"Coz Nate over here doesn't realize what eyes are" he walks out the room and I just roll my eyes at his stupidity "On second thought it would be kinda cool if my brother in law was my best friend. Keep that shirt off girl"
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I scream as he continues to ramble about our 'future'. He has issues.
"I'll take the floor" Nate says, wringing his hands together, almost seeming nervous
"Just share the bed" I say, making it clear that it wasn't that big of a deal. He nods and walks over to the bed, while I walk to my wardrobe and grab one of Sammy's sweatshirts and slip it on over my head. I walk out and go to get in my bed
"Where did you get my sweatshirt?" Nate asks, propping himself up on his elbows
"Uh... I thought it was Sammy's. Did you want it back?" he shakes his head and smiles
"Looks cute on you" alright then. I crawl into my bed and under all of the sheets. I roll around, unable to find a comfortable spot to stay in. I settle on my back, still not finding a comfortable spot. "Come here" he whispers opening his arm out. Happily excepting the offer, I cuddle into his side and place my hand on his chest, feeling the smooth rate of his breathing. His hand rubs soothing patterns on my back and I soon fall asleep.
A/N How ya doing lovelies? xx Mahogany
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