nebraskan lights | skammy (finished)

12 | nate

I rubbed my eyes as I lazily adjusted the sweatpants I was wearing to get my buzzing phone out of my pocket.

FROM: my sammy

'hey u make it home alive?'

TO: my sammy

'yeah lol thanks for ur wonderful concern'

FROM: my sammy

'not my fault I fell asleep last night and do you know who shawn mendes is by any chance?'

My heart literally stopped beating for two seconds and if I wasn't sitting in a doctors office right now I would've gasped for air.

TO: my sammy

'um yeah why'

FROM: my sammy

'oh it's nothing'

TO: my sammy

'sammy'
'samuel'
'why did you ask me about shawn'
'sammy'
'i am out of this doctors office in thirty minutes im going to come beat your ass'

* *

My jaw is not broken or dislocated, just bruised. The doctor didn't really believe the story about tripping into a counter so there's that.

I had zero new texts from Sammy, I was going to beat that kid's ass. So I decided to call him. He picked up on the second ring, what a fucker.

"Hey."

"Mother fucker, why didn't you answer my texts," I said taking a left towards his apartment.

"Didn't want to," he laughed at my tone.

"I'm going to be at your apartment in five," I said, biting my lip in concentration as I took a sharp right. "Bye cutie."

It took me three minutes to get to Sammy's shared apartment so I texted him a quick "get out here, asshole'.

I passed time by messing around with the radio station before I finally gave up and plugged in my phone and listened to Drake.

"Why did you come pick me up?" Sammy asked as he slid into the passenger side, "I was sleeping for Gods sake."

"Why are you still sleeping at three?"

"Who doesn't sleep at three?" He asked me, blushing slightly. "Where are we going? Oh, and by the way I couldn't even tell Matt I am with you. He would lose his mind."

"Sneaking around now, are we?" I put the car into gear and headed downtown to meet up with the one and only Taylor Caniff. "Hey, I have to go pick something up downtown and then we can go back to my place."

"Alright," he sighed with content as he listened to the Drake song playing. "What do you have to get."

"That's my business, Princess," I smirked at him as he turned red quickly.

"I-I.." He couldn't think of anything.

"That's right," I said as I pulled up to the spot where Taylor said he would meet me and scouted out his Lambo.

"Come on," I said, getting out of the car and waiting for Sammy.

"What are we doing?" He questioned as we walked closer to the Lambo, "you're seriously scaring me."

"Shush, Princess, and hold my hand," I commanded and he did what he was told with a shy smile and a bright blush.

"Wh-"

"No more questions," I dragged him by the hand to where I saw Taylor leaning on his Lambo. "Hey, Taylor."

"Nate! Ho-" he stopped his sentence when he saw Sam, "who's this hottie?"

Sammy blushed wildly and hid a little behind me, still gripping my hand tightly.

"Be gentle, Caniff, damn," I laughed, "his name is Sam. You got it?"

Sam cocked his head on my shoulder when I said "it" and was clearly excited to see what it was.

He passed me the bag with a smile, "you know I always do."

"Thanks," I smiled, "hey, got to go." I dropped my voice for only him to hear, "Tell Shawn I said hi."

"Will do," Taylor nodded and I turned Sam around and walked back to my car.

I dropped his hand as soon as we turned around and I could see the boy literally bursting at the seams with questions and I was waiting for him to explode.

"Well? What did you get? Why did Taylor call me a hottie? Why does he has a Lamborghini? Wh-"

"Slow down," I chuckled, "you really are innocent aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?" He asked as I started the car.

"We just did a drug deal or part of one."

"Nate!" Sammy cast a glare at me, "you made take part in a fricking illegal drug deal?! Are you crazy?!"

"Calm down, Princess," I smirked at the nickname and he blushed, "let Daddy take care of everything."

Sam blushed harder at the ending part then anything.

* *

As I laid on my bed getting higher than the clouds, I watched Sam with glassy eyes. He was walking around my room, tracing his finger on pictures and looking at all the different posters I had scattered around.

"Why do you do this?" Sam asked suddenly.

"Wh-"

"You know what, get high all the time and it hurts your body and stuff and I don't get you."

"I like it, I don't know," I shrugged. "Come here."

Sam raised his eyebrows at me but came closer to anyways. I gripped his chin roughly and brought his lips to mine roughly.

I shoved him against the bed, throwing my finished blunt into an ashtray and gripped Sam's neck roughly.

"Now, Princess," I said, my eyes slightly glazed, "want to do some drugs with me?"

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authors note:

im not even sorry