The next mourning, I stood beside the waffle maker cutting up my pancakes. I barley got enough sleep last night because the people next door kept playing music.
I was pretty sure they only did that because they knew that my room was next door, and they wanted to annoy me.
I slide a strand of my hair behind my ear as I grabbed a few napkins. "Hey, come back to my room with me." Sam whispers in my ear.
I roll my eyes, "Your room or you and the tongue couple's room? No thanks." I murmur, completely ignoring him. Sam laughs over his shoulder as he stares down at my food, "Tongue couple, that's cute," he whispers with a smirk. "What's our couple name."
I grab my plate and glared at him, he couldn't be serious could he? "We're the it's 'so not gonna happen couple'." I laugh, awkwardly. Sam follows me across the room and towards the door, "Why not? Do you not like me?" he frowns, as if it was impossible to not be liked by every girl he's ever met.
I stood in the door way staring at him, "Oh so sad, you act like there isn't millions of girls who wouldn't take your offer." I respond, dryly.
Sam follows me out into the parking lot and towards the motel, "I wanna say that I'm sorry about last night, I was just joking." he says, holding his hands up in defense. I arch an eyebrows at him, "Why are you apologizing, you can't help it if you're a douche bag." I tease playfully.
He grins, "Where are you headed off too." and I continue to walk through the parking lot. "Not your room if that's what you're implying."
He walks beside me, trying to keep up. "We're just gonna hang out." he smirks, lying through his teeth. I approach my room, grabbing my key from my jacket pockets. "I'm not interested." I sigh, as I opened my door.
Sam leans against the wall, "Not interesting in hanging out or ....?"
I toss my head back, "Whatever the hell it is that you guys do, alright I'm not fucking interested. Damn." his smile widens, he wasn't even listening.
"You are so fucking perverted!" he whispers loudly, in a teasingly matter.
I pause, "I'm perverted? No you're fucking perverted, telling me why don't I get out of the pool and get my own clothes." I remind, as he glares away to keep from laughing.
"True,"
I shake my head, trying to keep myself from laughing. "but you're just as perverted thinking I was having a threesome with my best friend and his girlfriend." and I quickly go into my room, trying to get away from him.
Sam smiles as I slam my door in his face, "I know how to pick locks, Sweetie." he shouts, from the other side of the door. I set my food on the dresser beside the television, then opens the door back up.
As soon as there's a little silver open, he squeezes in without my permission.
"HEY, get out!"
But he ignores me and plops down on my bed, "Oh, this comfortable." he groans, as I close my door behind myself. I slowly approach my bed as he lays on his stomach facing me. "Do you not know what a bed feels like?" I ask, frowning.
He laughs, "Of course I know what a bed feels like considering I spend most of my time there." he winks.
I ignore his wink, "So then why are you acting like you sleep on everything but a bed?"
Sam runs his fingers though his hair, "Because Nate and his girlfriend Lexi won't allow me on the bed." he laughs hard as if it was some kind of joke only he knew.
I nod slowly, hoping he wouldn't explain why because I had a feeling I wouldn't want to hear it.
He glares around the room, "So instead I sleep on the table." and I laugh a little, "You're fucking joking." but he doesn't laugh, "Nah, I really do sleep on the table." but I know he's lying.
Sam grins, "You're room is sooo big," he exclaims playfully with wide eyes, "and your bed is soooooo big, like seriously two people can share this beddddddd."
I ignore him and started eating my breakfast, there was moment of silence.
"I'm gonna guess that you're name starts with a B." Sam squints his eyes as if he could sense it or some shit, "Nope." I murmur, as I ate my food.
"S."
"No."
"E?"
"No."
"X??"
I tilt my head at him, "See what I did there?" he smirks, "And you ruined it." I mutter referring to the good going conversation.
"Okay, I'm sorry." he laughs, as I motion for him to get out. Sam pouts his lip at me but I shout, "Get fuck out."
He stands on top of the bed, "You get the fuck out, you don't even own this fucking motel. This is just your room temporarily!" he shouts back, laughing and smiling. I groan loudly, "I'm dead ass serious get the fuck out!!" I scream.
He stares blankly at me and I do the same, there's a moment of silence.
"Make me."
I jump on my bed trying to grab him but he runs to my bathroom and locks himself in there. "Fuck!" I scream, climbing on my bed and rushing towards the door.
I run my fingers through my hair, not believing how childish he was acting.
"Oh, and if you have to go to the bathroom go to room 97." Sam says, from the other side of the bathroom door.
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a/n: omg people r actually reading this lol
