My summer at the beach

5.

*Sam's POV*

It's been a few days since I last saw Kris, I've been texting and calling her but she hasn't responded, I'm getting worried. I'll go knock on her door but her sister will make some excuse, I'm seriously getting annoyed too.

This evening I saw her get in her car with her sister and I decided to wait outside until they came back.

I waited for a few hours, but it wasn't horrible, once they pulled back up and shot up off the steps to my porch and walked over to them.

"Kris, i need to talk to you", I saw walking up to her.

"Oh, hi, Sam", she doesn't even look at me, I watch her sister glare at me and walk up the stairs.

"I keep texting you, and you haven't been responding, did something happen to your phone?"

"No, my phone is fine", I follow Kris up the stairs. She opens the door and I close it.

"Then did I do something wrong?"

She turned around to look at me, "I don't know Sam, did you?"

She starts walking side again, "is this because I kissed you without asking?".

She closed the door in my face and I sigh, I start walking down the stairs to go home, then I remember she has a window going up to her room. I run around to that side of the house and climb up to Kris's window, I knock once
I'm up there.

*Kris's POV*

After I saw Britney and Sam kiss, I locked myself in my room, until my sister picked the lock and asked me what was up.

I told her, I told her everything and she hugged me. I cant remember the last time she had hugged me. She has then been trying to make me feel better, she's been making up excuses for me to tell Sam. It's been nice.

When Sam approached me earlier I hd to keep from crying, and the fact she asked me if I did anything wrong was just the cherry on top. I went up to my room and started crying.

I then heard a knock on my window and I look over at who it is, I roll my eyes and go to open my window.

"Did you just climb up the side of my house?"

Sam barged her way into my room and I lean out my window to figure out how she even climbed up here.

"Kris", she put her hand on my shoulder and turned me around, that's when she saw that I was cry. She cupped my face in her hands, "what happened?".

I push her away and huff, "you seriously don't know what you did?"

"No, what did I do? Did I say something? Did someone say something to you. What did I do?".

"Can you please just leave me alone?"

Sam cups my face in her hands again and leans down to try and kiss me, but I quickly push her away.

"What the hell, what about Britney?".

"What about Britney?"

"So you just go around and kiss girls and it means nothing to you?"

"What I'm not even talking to Britney right n-", she laughed, this ass hole was laughing at me. "You saw her kiss me?"

"You kiss back".

"No, I didn't".

"Well you didn't push her away".

"Well you obviously didn't stay to watch the whole thing. I did push her away, I was just shocked and it took me a second to react".

"You did?"

"Yes, and as I said, I'm not even talking to her right now. Not after what happened".

"You didn't have to ignore her just for kissing you".

"I'm ignoring her for what she said about you".

"Oh".

Sam brings my face in close to hers and she kisses my forehead, "Britney isn't someone you need to worry about anymore, she isn't even my type".

"But she's everyone's type".

"Not mine". She sits down on my bed and I sot beside of her, "she goes out to much, she has slept around, she isn't cool like you. Her music taste sucks, she isn't as smart, she doesn't have your freckles".

I blush and look down into my lap.

"She definitely isn't as artistic as you", Sam gets up off my bed and walks over to the easel I put up. It had a painting I had been working on... of Sam. "This is amazing, Kris".

I get up and walk over to her, "it's ok".

"It's not just ok it's so cool, I wish I could do stuff like this". She turns around to me and stares at me for a second.

She throws me over her shoulder and I scream a little, she throws me down on my bed and crawl on top of me. I giggle and look up at her, she was staring down at me and I begin to blush again.

She leans down to kiss my cheek, then trails down to my neck, she then stops to look at me. "Is this ok?". I nod and then she shakes her head, "you have to say it out loud or it doesn't count".

"Yes, it's very much ok", she smirks and leans down again to kiss my neck.

I really hope we don't get interrupted again, it seems like the universe has it out for us because my sister walks in.

"Seriously?", she says and rolls her eyes. "Mom wants you down stairs to cook dinner".

Bianca leaves and then Sam looks down at me, "does this mean I have to leave?".

"No, you could stay for dinner, help me cook".

"Perfect".

Me and Sam walk downstairs so began cooking dinner. Then after wards she sits down beside me in front of my parents, who don't really acknowledged either of us are there.

Typical, it actually makes me mad that they just decide to ignore everything I do. After I finish diner I take Sam's hand and walk up to my room. I close my door behind us and want to scream, I walk up to Sam and bury my head in her chest. She runs her hands through my hair and rubs my back and my shoulders.

I don't remember how, but we ended up on my bed, snuggled up to each other.

"You know what I realized?" Sam says playing with my hair.

"What?

"We barely know anything about each other"

"Want to play 20 questions then?"

"Sure. What's your last name"

"White, and yours?"

"Kristy White, that's really cute. My last name is Smith. How old are you?"

"Do you seriously not know how old I am?", Sam shakes her head and laugh, "I'm 16".

"I'm 16 too", Sam said excitedly.

"When's your birthday?"

"July 2nd"

"So your birthday is coming up soon, why didn't you tell me sooner", I think for a second, "I only have a week and a half to get you a present".

"I just haven't thought about it, I've just been thinking about you"

I blush and roll my eyes.

"When is your birthday", she asks.

"April 23rd".

"So I'm older than you, awesome"

"You were going to be older than me anyways, you turn 17 in 10 days".

Sam shrugs and laughs, "your turn".

We go back and forth for a bit until I interrupt, "I think we went well of 20 questions", I laugh and look down at Sam.

"Yeah we probably have, and I'm tired, we should go to sleep".

"Are you sleeping in my bed then?"

"Yes", Sam says bluntly and closes her eyes.