Ghosted. (S.G and C.B x Reader.) Oneshots!

S.G- Hayloft. //@//

this fanfiction was co-written by @charcharbinks333 on tumblr.

pairing: Highschool!Sam Golbach x Highschool!Fem!Reader.

a/n: "young lovers, and they are not sleeping. young lovers in the hayloft."
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warnings: sexual references if you squint.

word count: 3.8k

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Small, repetitive taps echoed throughout your room. Your eyes fluttered open, the noise finally startling you awake. You rolled out of your bed groggily, walking over to the window with careful steps.

You peeked outside to see a familiar blonde haired boy outside your window. He held a handful of the pebbles that decorated the outside of your house. You rolled your eyes and cracked your window open. "What the hell are you doing, Golbach? Do you even know what time it is?"

Sam stared up at you, immediately speechless as his eyes met yours. The dim lighting from your room barely illuminated your features, just enough for him to see. "Look, I know it's late, and I'm probably the last person you want to see standing in your yard, but I have to show you something," he pleaded, scattering the rocks back into their decorative piles among the grass.

He held a hand out to you, knowing you couldn't reach, but simply as a gesture to imply you should follow him. You knew you'd be dead if your parents knew you were leaving this late, but couldn't it be deemed worth it to see just what he was bothering you for?

"And why can't this wait til the morning?" You asked skeptically. His watercolor eyes held a hopeful look, seeing as your response wasn't necessarily negative. It definitely wasn't a no.

"What's the fun in that?" His big goofy smile made your heart skip a beat. He looked down, kicking at the dirt. "there's really no one else I'd rather show this to."

You stared at him for a moment more, contemplating your options. If you got caught, you'd be dead. But, what's the worst that could happen? "And what do I get out of this?"

He shrugged. "Hanging out with me?"

The hopeful look he held was nothing if not enticing to you. You leaned out the window further, sighing as you checked for anyone else around. It was just him, clearly he had no ill intention. Or maybe he did.

"Eh, why the hell not," you say with an obvious eye roll, shutting your window before he could respond. You take your time moving toward the back door, making your hasty exit before you could be caught.

"I knew you'd come around," he cooed with a cocky smile.

"Honestly, kinda felt like I was being held at gunpoint," you teased. "I mean, what can I say? Can't ignore you forever."

He let out a small laugh. "I'm glad you feel that way."

"Don't make me change my mind," you warned. "What do you even have to show me, anyway? Don't you have your little boyfriend, Cole or something?"

"Colby is sleeping." He emphasized his best friend's name. "My car is parked right up the street," he mentioned, matching his walking pace with yours.

"Uh, excuse me. I was sleeping too," you muttered.

"Well, he would've killed me if I woke him up. I thought since you want to kill me either way, it was worth a shot." A small smile was plastered on his face. He felt as if he couldn't stop smiling, he finally got you to give him some sort of a chance.

You roll your eyes, chuckling dryly at his statement. "Yeah, whatever. I never wanted to kill you, necessarily. That's just an exaggeration..."

It wasn't at all an exaggeration. Your mind helplessly wandered to your past interactions, not a single one showing any sort of connection.