The Purge

Pt 10.

A/N:
This is an extremely short chapter, sort of a filler full with fluff before real shit happens. Sorry x

The two of them sat in Sam's beat up car. Music was playing softly and Sam tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music. Alissa sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with her rings. Occasionally, she looked up to see Sam quickly averting his gaze.

When the car stopped at a red light, Sam reached into the centre console. "Gum?" He pulled out a few packets of gum, taking a strip of blueberry for himself.

"Thanks." Alissa responded, taking a strip of strawberry.

"No problem." Sam smiled at her and put the gum back into the centre console. The light turned green and they began driving again. "Hey, I'm sorry for earlier."

Alissa shook her head. "You really don't have to be-"

"No, it was totally inappropriate and not fair on you. I knew it was wrong and that you were in an emotionally tough position." Sam cut her off.

"Sam," Alissa gently placed her hand on his leg. "It's fine. Really."

He turned his head slightly to face Alissa. "You sure?"

"Positive." She smiled softly and they sat there in a peaceful silence. A smirk came across Alissa's face. "Also, I can't blame you, I'm extremely hot."

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Modest too." He parked the car. "Come on Princess, we're here."

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Time skip brought to you by Ali the lazy Wattpad writer

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Alissa and Sam walk out of the shopping centre with a full trolly each. Medical supplies, non-perishables, and toiletries packed heavily into each of them.

Alissa looks down into her cart. "It's messed up that we can just buy guns from our local supermarket." She states, studying the few guns, weapons and ammo that lay in her cart.

"Yeah, well, America's pretty fucked up. You know, the whole idea of a Purge just to control the population? It's sick!" Sam says, kicking a small rock.

They continued walking to the car in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was just, quiet. As if there was a mutual understanding of how messed up the world they're living in is.

As they loaded their carts into the beat up Toyota, Alissa took a shaky breath. A single tear trickled down her cheek but she quickly wiped it away, hoping Sam wouldn't notice. But he did.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, looking down at her with concerned eyes.

Alissa didn't respond. Instead, she untucked her hair from behind her ear to cover her face.

"Alissa?" Sam asked softly.

Still, no response.

A sigh escaped Sam's lips. It wasn't a frustrated sigh, or a disappointed sigh. It was an understanding sigh.

He cautiously made his way behind Alissa. Gently, he tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ears, revealing her slightly puffy face.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, look at me." Sam said, using the same tone he used the first time he saw her cry.

Alissa still refused to look at him, ashamed that she was crying.

Gently, Sam used his hand to lift up her face so they looked at each-other. Alissa flinched slightly at the sudden movement but Sam calmed her, promising that he wouldn't hurt her. He brushed away some of her stray tears. Much to Alissa's surprise, Sam lifted her effortlessly and placed her on the edge of the boot (or trunk). He sat down next to her and rubbed her back.

They sat like that for a little bit, Alissa head resting on Sam's shoulder. It reminded Alissa of the time Sam had found her behind the building at school. And the time where Sam brought her back there to first talk about the purge. She found it crazy to think that they'd known each other for less than a month yet she trusted him so completely. So much so, that she was literally trusting him with her life.

"What if we're not ready?" Alissa asked softly, lifting her head off Sam's shoulder so she could look him in the eyes.

Sam took a moment to think about it, reaching for the right words.

"We have to be."