❤Fall For Me❤
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---Owen's POV---
I'm sorry Sam. It's my fault you have to be in pain right now. I'm really sorry. Seeing you like this builds up guilt in me. I told you he was a dick head! Making up the lamest excuse just to get me involved in your break up. He wants me to stay away from you? Never in a million years will that ever happen. Sam, there are times when I can't understand what you're going through. But I can listen , I'll let you know that you will never be alone because you'll always have me. Don't worry, I will make it up to you, somehow.
Sam wasn't so down now and it seemed like I was a better pain reliever than the ice cream tub she kept craving for. After a while, her mood shifted and she started crying herself to sleep. All I could do was keep still. She slept with her head resting on my lap so it prevented me in making so much shifts. Afraid to wake her up, I lied there on the grass as still as possible even if my toes felt ticklish. Oh god, I had the guilty pleasure of scraping them with sandpaper.
An hour and a half passed and I was still in the same position. My legs were so sore and numb now. I couldn't feel my thighs, but for Sam, I would endure it. I guess.
I sat up in a very slow pace to support the circulation of my aching body but afterwards, I was tempted to play with Sam's silky brown hair. I ran my fingers through them and caressed her head. Then I thought about what Jake told Sam earlier today. How come it was so easy for Jake to let her go like that?
"Jake?" Sam cried searching for him.
"Umm, I'm not Jake... You awake Sam? We better get going."
She seemed disappointed but she forcefully nodded and stood up pokily. As I was about to stand up, f*ck, I'm so numb! I started lifting my left leg then my right leg really slowly.
"Owen what's wrong?" she asked as she cleared up her eyes from dry tears.
"Oh nothing, I guess I'm worn out because of basketball" I lied.
"Then why didn't you tell me? We could have chilled at my place." she furrowed her brows with her forehead creased.
"Care for me much? Wanna piggy back me Pumba?" I pleaded with gloomy eyes.
" Is that a joke? 'Cause I'll gag myself up."
I glared at her and got her off the ground with one arm and carried her onto one side of my shoulder. I patted her butt, " Enough with my lack of humor, were going home kiddo".
"Put me down! You're such a Lunatic!" She screamed in horror. She had a phobia of heights and I guess 6 ft And 4 inches rang the bell.
We hopped in the car and I drove straight to my house. As soon as we reached home, Sam immediately ran up to my bedroom and lay down. Such a pig, even slept on my thigh for almost two hours and now she was sleeping again?! Or maybe she was really depressed. Poor Sam..
I headed towards the kitchen after I parked my car next to my private jet in our parking lot. Time check from my phone, it was already quarter to 6, so I suggested to prepare dinner. I made Sam's favorite, BBQ Baby Back Ribs and homemade Fresh Lemon Ice Cream for dessert. Yes, I cook and I enjoy doing so. I arranged it on a tray and brought it up to my room where Sam was.
When I hardly opened the door because of what I was carrying, I saw Sam cringing herself in a fetal position weeping again under the comforter. " Sam," I offered a helping hand.
" Please get out, I need some time alone!" She moaned.
" Are you kidding me? I made~..."
"Please!"
I was a bit irritated. I forced myself to finally listen to her and hardly closed the door back. " I made you dinner..." I whispered to myself.
" And that's my room!" I reminded with a loud voice enough for her to hear.
I cast the tray on the kitchen counter and headed to the the living room. Turned the TV on and surfed the channel. I remembered about the horror movie Sam and I was suppose to watch. Change of plans sucks. Oh no, Britney's date! Nah, whatever. Hphh...Sam was the person I was all worried about. Couldn't she possibly notice I'm doing my best to cheer her up?
I fell asleep on the couch since it's comfiness immediately tempted my exhausted body, but I was awoken by a banging noise made from the kitchen.
"Who's in there! Mom? Mom is that you?" wait, mom's in business trip. I have to admit I had a phobia of Mythical creatures. I checked my wrist thinking I had my watch on again, I mean seriously? I have lots of watches! I looked up the grandfather clock. It was 10:30pm. I got Popsie, our family dog with me and hugging her tightly, I snuck in the kitchen and hit the lights.
" Sam? You scared me!"
" What? I got hungry so I came down." she admitted. "You cooked this for me?"
" I brought it upstairs for you but you kicked me out of my own room." I pulled a stool from our kitchen counter.
" Oh my dear Owen, are you planning to cook Popsie as well? This isn't China, dog meat is just disgusting." She took a bite of the BBQ ribs and prolonged a moan for her face clearly said it was very tasty. High five to myself!
I noticed I squeezed Popsie too much that she played dead. "Oh, sorry Popsie" I petted and let her off.
Popsie was a purebred miniature Chihuahua. She had this silky-smooth white colored coat and to vary her from the others, a diamond necklace-collar was placed around her neck. Mom and pops treated her like their own baby. She was very dear to them and imagine that? Considering her treatment, I had a dog for a sister. We even spent thousands of dollars for this rat annually.
"What's this? Lemon soup?" Sam asked with a disgusted face.
"That's actually Fresh Lemon Ice Cream, must have melted" Ignorant.
"Go ahead and eat it, I mean, drink it. Anyways, you hate leftovers. And I worked pretty hard on that"
"Kill yourself, that's just gross" she glared at me.
We were arguing again, well I guess all the time. " I'll go ahead now, I'm going to bed. Go home safely after you finish your meal" I yawned and headed towards the grand stairs.
"Can I sleep with you?" she begged.
" Your choice, goodbye Sam."I said as I faced her over my shoulder giving her the clue of saying no.
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❤Fall For Me❤
Humor'Owen is my best pal. Since we were kiddos, sleeping in one bed together has never been a big deal for both of us, even now that we're 17. We fight and argue a lot, yet we know our boundaries. But is it possible for our perspective to alter as we ge...
