i hate you // lawlorff

five

Sam hauled the last of the boxes into the penthouse and set them on top of each other. He wiped sweat from his forehead and looked at me as he sighed.

"How much stuff do you own?" He laughed.

"Apparently too much," I replied. He opened one of them and pulled out my pillows.

"I only have two pillows on my bed, if you wanna sleep with me we're going to have to use these."

"We were fine last night," I said, smiling to myself at the thought of this morning, Sam wrapped up in my arms and snoring softly.

"Well I don't know about you," Sam said, "but I was thinking of building a fort today, we could camp out in it and watch movies."

I smiled. "That sounds great."

He giggled and ran into his, I guess our bedroom and plopped on the bed. I followed him in and he pat on the seat next to him.

The door handle moved seemingly on its own in the other room and flung open.

"Sam? You left this at my house last time you came over," an older looking man wearing a suit said. He saw me and cocked his head to the side.

Sam sighed deeply.

"Dad, this is Kian, Kian this is dad."

Sam put a hand on my thigh, implying I wasn't just a friend.

"Oh, uh nice to meet you. Are you two dating?" His dad said.

Sam looked at me and we were both at a loss for words.

"Something like that," I eventually said. Sam nodded in agreement. His dad placed a box on the ground and was on his way.

"Well, I'll be going." He said.

"Bye dad," Sam said.

He shut the door behind him and Sam groaned. "Sorry about that," he added, now his leg wrapped around mine and his head on my shoulder.

"It's alright. What's in the box?" I asked, glancing over at the cardboard cube of mystery sitting on the floor, tempting me to rip at its every edge and reveal its contents.

"Oh, well, it was the anniversary of... Of when my mom killed herself... A couple days ago and I went over to my dad's to play some old VHS tapes we had of when I was a kid.

I clapped my hands together. "Yeah there's no way we're not watching all of these."

He rolled his eyes. "I'd rather you see me naked as an adult than in a bathtub when I was four months old."

I raised my eyebrows and smirked. "Is that so," I tested, biting my lip a little.

"You're so straight," he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "You're my one and only exception,"

He hoisted himself up onto my lap. "I like the sound of that. Your one and only."

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Is that what you want? To be mine?"

He nodded. "That's all I want."

I kissed him. "Then that's what you've got."