i hate you // lawlorff

four

I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine, and a boy draped under my arm that wasn't mine either. 

I sat up, looking around. I guess after we had a movie night we made our way to the bedroom and ultimately fell asleep. Sam was still fast asleep, and I had to admit he looked quite adorable when he slept. His mouth was open and he was laying on his side, gripping my arm. 

I tried to get out of the bed, scourage around for some food of any kind. He groaned in his sleep and his eyes fluttered open. "Morning," he said, sounding as sleepy as ever. 

"Good morning," I returned. 

What was this? I spent the night with my fake boyfriend after kissing him last night... did.. did that mean that he was maybe going to be my real boyfriend? Did the kiss mean nothing to him? Did it mean nothing to me? That was an easy answer, no it obviously meant something to me. I wouldn't be overthinking every unspoken second if it hadn't. Plus I slept in Sam's bed last night. I couldn't remember all that happened, I must have been extremely tired. Did we do things? No, I don't think so, I have my shirt on still. 

Before I could even recollect my thoughts, Sam was already out of bed. 

"I'm making you pancakes. No take backs," he yelled from outside the door. I didn't know what to think. I rubbed my bedhead as I walked out the door looking like a zombie and Sam was already fishing through his fridge for ingredients. I sat down at the island in one of the hanging chairs and he turned to me. 

"Do you want blueberry pancakes, chocolate chip or regular?" he asked, holding two containers in front of him. One contained blueberries and the other had chocolate chips. 

"Chocolate chip," I decided. He smiled and put the blueberries away. He pulled out some pancake mix I suppose he'd prepared earlier for whatever reason and started the stove up. 

I scrolled through my phone for my notifications. Jc had texted me, asking when I was going to move out. How fucking rude. 

I scoffed at my phone and Sam turned around. "What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Just Jc being an asshole," I rolled my eyes. 

He turned off the burner and came to the other side of the island. He pointed at my phone. "Call him. I have a few things I'd like to say." 

I laughed. "You don't have to," I said. 

He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side, reaching his arm out for it. 

"Fine." I handed it to him. 

He clicked on my contacts and found Jc's name. He pressed start call and held the phone up to his ear. It rang a few times and then I could hear Jc's voice. 

"Hello?" I think he said. 

"Hi... this is Sam Pottorff. I would just like to talk to you for a second about Kian Lawley." 

Jc scoffed. "Okay..." 

"I'd just like you to know that he thinks... I think... you're a fucking asshole and you need to leave him the fuck alone. He'll be moved out by the end of the day, but only if you pack all of his things including his bed sheets and every fucking piece of food in the kitchen that's for him in a bag and put the stuff outside of your apartment building. You will not speak to him again, that is for sure. Have a fucking awful day," Sam snapped into the phone. 

He hung up and I looked at him shocked. 

"What...was...that all about?" I asked. 

He shrugged. "He hurt you. I obviously am not okay with that." 

I smiled a little and he resumed making the pancakes. 

"Wait, you said I'll be moving out... I don't have anywhere to go." 

Sam looked at me like I was the dumbest person ever. "Here. You'll move in with me." 

I nearly choked. "What?" 

He nodded like it was no big deal and set a chocolate chip pancake on a plate in front of me. 

"Is that a no? You'll be homeless?" he joked. 

I caught my breath and starting cutting my pancake. "No, no. It's a yes. I just.. I don't understand why you're giving me such a huge offer." 

He smiled. "It's the least I can do for my fake boyfriend," he winked. 

Right. This isn't real. Sometimes I forget. 

"Well, I don't know how to thank you," I added, eating the delicious pancake he gave me. 

He sat down next to me. "Well,"  he sounded like he had a devious plan. 

"What...." 

"That kiss last night was pretty incredible. I could use a couple more of those." 

I smirked. "Cash them in at any time," I laughed.

"Sounds like a fair deal. Plus, it's a win win situation for you. You get to live with me and get the undeniable pleasure of kissing me, like all the time." 

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, joy." 

He laughed. "I know you may play it off like you hate me, but I know the truth. You like me, even as hard as it is for you to admit to yourself." 

He smiled proudly. "Yeah? So what if I do?" I asked. 

He laughed. "I knew itttttt!" 

I blushed. He kissed me on the cheek and then made his way back to the kitchen. 

"Want some eggs?" 

I was gonna like it here. I knew it.