Lovesick. | Sam Golbach + Reader

chapter 4 - their house

[your POV]
[time skip]
we all finally desert the haunted house and then take initiative inside the car, which is sam's and colby's. sam enters in the passenger seat, while colby takes up front to drive us to their house. "yo, y/n, we're gonna drive you to our house, ok? if you don't want us to drop you there, then we'll just leave you home." yeah, i hear it, their house. "you know what, yeah, sure, i don't care. i can spend a night." i agree to colby's least damned idea, nodding my head sleekly. i'm not saying that all of his ideas are horrible or anything like that, it's just that the idea of investigating a haunted place could definitely be terrifying alone. but i guess it's just that. good thing is that i've brought my vast backpack, with a phone charger, pjamas, water and some snacks in case i spend the night at their house.

i take the back of the car, which is the backseat. we all buckle up, placing the seatbelts into the seatbelt buckle, making it a loud click as it does. then colby carries the car keys in his hand, plugging into the keyhole of the car to start it. as that happens, colby finally sets the car, and drives up to their house. speak of the devil, we finally arrive after 2 hours of driving at their house. i notice both of them dipping outside of their car, while i glance at sam intently to observe his 'abstract' idea. i can tell by the expression of his face. he scrubs his chin smoothly, and opens the the car door. then, he turns around to front on to me, and opens the car door to where i'm at. "for you, my boy." he vociferates, beckoning his hand out, as a sign for me to get out of the car.

"why thank you kind sir." i enunciate in a mocking british accent, but laughing eventually, quietly to myself. i take a step outside of the car and we all stroll all the way to their house. sam unlocks the front door from the front porch of their house, with a key that's being held in his hand. we all walk around inside the house, as i round up glancing at every single part of their house. it's way more modern and spacious than mine, to be sincere. and yet, there's a feeling that's replenishing me.. which is safety.

all i feel is safety while being at their house. a small, radiant smile leaves shown on my face, smelling the scent of nostalgia coursing over me, infusing it cloyingly. i lift my chin up, but not holding it with my hand, breathing in the pristine air raying in the house. their windows are quite slightly parted open, letting the air blow, like a loud whisper gasping into it. "make yourself comfortable, you can take one of our rooms if you want, one of us might just sleep on the couch." sam reassures me, glaring at me deeply, without a hint in his voice of what it is. "nah, it's ok man, i'll most likely take the couch." i appease sam back subtly, hopefully he isn't uncomfortable with me sharing a bed with him, so i'm taking the floor.

"you sure??" he asks. "i'll take the couch and you sleep on my bed." he tries to bargain with me, so i could sleep in a less "uncomfortable" spot, but i guess it might just be it. colby then pushes himself in front of us, placing his hands against our shoulders in a propitious way, trying to set us away or something. we eventually lead up to a negotiation, sam being slightly conflicted with his own thoughts. "guys, guys, lets not argue, ok? you two share a bed together and that's it." colby deliberately speaks. sam hearing what colby has just said, his cheeks start to ambush with a brightish pink shade, spreading throughout his whole face. his eyes raise up slightly, his conflicted thoughts vanishing away.

"you want us.. to share a bed?.." sam utters in his own, insidious, disbelief, but not upset at all with the idea. his cheeks are anomalously a darker shade of pink, him almost stuttering in his words. he nods his head slightly, taking it in and scrunches up his bottom lip thickly. he beholds me, then at the floor embarrassedly, not making any more contact. i'm feeling impressed, scratching the corner of my lip, my mouth slightly widened, hiding it with my fingers. i look up, facing sam now, before looking away awkwardly. we both agree to sharing a bed, even tho we haven't entered inside their rooms yet. "i should probably give you a tour." sam speaks in a soft tone, wanting to give me a tour of his room. after he does so, he leaves me in a quite satisfied expression that's on my face, and sit down onto his bed.

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