We S. H. A. L. L. Reign

Hiding Her

Lucien's POV:

I was laying on my bed just strumming my guitar when my bathroom door bust open. I looked up and saw Samantha leaning up against the door panting.

"You've got to hide me!" She walked over to me.

"Why?" I put my guitar aside.

"I accidentally ate Lenny's last waffle. He started chasing me around the yard so I ran back into the house. I ran up the stairs, into my room, locked the door but he got the key, I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and ran in here! Hide me, please!" I ran over and locked my bedroom door.

"Okay, okay!" I grabbed her hand and shoved her into my closet. "Just stay here! Behind the shoe rack."

I laid back down on my bed and started strumming again.

After three minutes my bathroom door bust open again. This time Lenny was standing there with sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Where is Sammy?" He panted out.

"What do you mean?"

"She ran through here didn't she?" He started looking around. "Where did she go?"

I faked realization, "Ohh, she said she was going to hide by climbing the willow tree. Why are you looking for her?"

"She. Ate. My. Waffle." He pouted and walked back into Samantha's room, closing her bathroom door behind him.

Samantha fell out of my closet and started giggling. Her giggles turned into fits of laughter.

"She. Ate. My. Waffle." She mocked him with a hand on her forehead. "My poor waffle! Never to be seen again!" She started to wipe away fake tears. Samantha chuckled again and got up.

She walked over to my bed, laid down at the end, and sighed. She started to close her eyes until they didn't open again. I heard snores coming from her and turned of my lights.

I strummed her favorite song again on my guitar to let her sleep peacefully. I lied about how I knew it was her favorite. I never forgot to close my door. I left it open to hear her humming and singing along before eventually she started to snore.

I hate when one of the boys wanted to use the bathroom. It meant I had to close the door and stop listening to her being herself.

I strummed for her for three hours before she woke up. I pretended like my fingers were sore and she never knew how long I played for her. If she needed me to I would play for a thousand more hours to let her be peaceful.