Living With Sam. (Pottorff Fafic)

Just a vision...

"Salem! Wake up!! Someone call 911!!" Sam yelled. I shot up from the floor wondering what the hell was going on. I scared everybody. "Why are you all looking at me like you've seen a ghost?" I ask. "Do you remember what happened?" Jc asked, kinda laughing. "You pulled down your swimming trunks and sam did the same and let me just say Sam!! Your dick is big!!" I yell. Then I ask "Sam. We didn't do anything sexual did we?" His face flushes a scarlet color and he responds "Nope. Not yet anyway." He winks. "Oh sam!" I blush. I'm really starting to like this boy. What if he hurts me and breaks my heart. I'd probably move back to New York. A friend of mine named Hope lives there. She was my best friend throughout middle school and high school (we dated too) then I moved in with her while I went to NYU. I majored in photography and visual arts then I graduated. I left to come to Cali so I could land a job taking pictures or drawing. Luckily, I met denise and she got me a job at the local newspaper. I was so deep into my thoughts I didn't realize I had said these things out loud. "I'm so sorry. I ruined everyone's fun. I'm gonna show myself out the door." I whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. I walked out the door and heard yelling from the house as I continued down the empty california street. It was atleast 9 pm at night. The lights of the city shone brightly on the night sky creating outlines against the darkness covering half the world while the other half shimmered and beat against the blazing sun. It really inspired me so I took a moment to take a picture. It came out amazing and I knew that the newspaper would love this. Then I frowned because well it reminded me of sam so much. I can't believe I just up and left like that. I feel like my dad; a deadbeat. My dad left my mom, sister, and I when I was little. He tried to come back into our lives but when he did, he took money and pills from my mom and left us with broken hearts and trust issues. Maybe I deserve to feel this way. Maybe god wanted me to feel this way. This is god punishing me for being bisexual and liking a guy who probably felt bad for me. He probably just took me on a date because he wanted to use me. Just like any other guy in this shitty world except maybe Evan Peters except he's straight. Sam might be straight too. I might have been an experiment. A test.