Wintercearig (A Lawlorff fanfiction)

Chapter 10

··|Sam's POV|··

"Chocolate chip or blueberry?" I ask the half asleep Kian. After we woke up, I decided to make pancakes to say thank you to Kian for letting me stay with him at his old house. Also it's our last day of just us before we return to the O2L house so I want to make it count as we leave tomorrow morning.

"Blueberry." He replies in his rough morning voice. I nod in acceptance and start mixing in some fresh blueberries that Mama must have left for us. I jump when I feel arms wrap around my torso and a head rest on my shoulder. I chill out when I realize it's just Kian. "You know, you have such a nice build. Your shoulders are so broad and your waist is so slim. Your body is just so.. nice." I snort involuntarily. "Really, it is Sam. You're so proportionate. And toned.. your body is so fragile.. and, no one has ever seen you writhing beneath then? What a shame.. It would be quite a sight.."

I can sense my cheeks turn red at his compliment. His lies. "Correction, my body is no where near the pedestal you're putting it on. And I'd probably look like a fish out of water."

I laugh some but he just sighs and meets "You're right." Fuck. He finally realized it.. He leaves. He steps away and starts to disappear. No. No!

"Kian!" I yell. "No! Kian!!" I scream and start flailing my arms toward his semi transparent figure.

"Sam.." I hear a light whisper leave his lips.

"Kian!" He starts fading even quicker and I scream a blood curdling "No!" before I open my eyes. Okay. I'm okay. It was just a nightmare. Not real life. Just a nightmare. I keep telling myself the same thing over and over again but I still end up in tears. I start sobbing and moments after I start, I hear the door open. What?

I decide to wait out the suspense. That is until a brown haired boy opens his bedroom door with his girlfriend on his arm. Oh.

Of course he wouldn't want you. You're selfish.

Too insecure.

Fucking attention whore.

Bet he will leave if you keep voicing every single insecurity to him.

Bet he'll leave anyway.

"Oh, hey Sam!" Kian says happily, completely oblivious to my tears. Because she's here. His one and only.

"Hey Kiwi.." I try to sound happy. It doesn't work. I can tell that they want the room to themselves. "I'm going to go downstairs and watch some movies or something." I murmur and rush out of his room. The voices start again when I'm halfway down the stairs.

They don't want you here, fucking idiot.

You're such a third wheel.

Don't you have your own life?

They're probably going to fuck.

He would never want to fuck your fat ass. He'd be repulsed.

I sigh deeply and finish my trek to the lounge. I flop down into the recliner and turn on some shopping chanel but I'm obviously not paying much attention to it. I get out my phone and decide to get onto twitter to help get my mind off of things.

a/sampottorff why do you wear so much makeup? it doesn't help your ugly face anyway

a/sampottorff wow. i never knew australia could walk until i saw your fat ass

a/sampottorff please leave o2l.. And this world. You're so worthless.

a/sampottorff faggot