Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter One

Dylan Sprayberry as Samson-->

Samson's P. O. V.

"Everybody's looking for that something

No one ever wants to pay the price (alright, alright)

Everybody's scared of going nowhere

But we ain't going anywhere tonight

I should be more cynical and tell myself it's not okay

To feel this good when I'm with you

Try my best to fight it, say I hate you but I always stay

Ohh 'cause

Ain't nobody love, ain't nobody love like you do

Ain't nobody love, ain't nobody love like you do

Ain't nobody love, ain't nobody love like you do

Ain't nobody love, ain't nobody love like you do

(Wait hold up)

Everbody's talking about the next thing

Feel like what they got-"

"Hey! I was listening to that" I glare at my brother who was changing the station on the radio. He looked at me like I had four heads.

"You actually like that song?"

"Yes Johnson, not everyone listens to the retro/metal crap that you do" I wave him off, pushing is hand out of the way to turn my song back on.

"Hey man! My music is banging. At least the bands I listen to don't have singers that sound like dying banshees!" he defends himself. "And it's John!"

"I never said I liked her voice, I said I liked the song, dumb ass" I mutter under my breath, but I know he heard me.

"I didn't even know you like that kind of music. I thought you were all rap?"

"Not all rap. I like other music too, dude so just shut up and let me listen to this song in peace, alright?" I asked, getting annoyed with arguing with him.

He huffs out a dry laugh. "Yeah, whatever man. Enjoy your chick music."

And that ladies and gentleman was my older brother Johnson Hill. As you can see, we always get at each others throats, but we are closer than most people would think. Sure he can be a complete and total ass most of the time, but I love him so... Yeah.

My name is Samson Hill, Sam for short. I hate being called Samson, I think just as much as John hates being called Johnson. Why our parents named us this way, I have know idea. But I guess I should start saying Sam Stevens now since that is what people are going to be calling me from my here on out. Wanna know why we are forced to change our last names? Um, how do I put this? We're kind of on the run... That's putting it bluntly. Let's just say, me and my brother have been on the run of hell for the last five years. Five very long, painful years that I will never get back.

Wanna know our background story? I'll make it quick so I don't bore you half to death. When I was twelve, I witnessed these strange men who broke into our house turn into werewolves and killed our parents. Well, I actually didn't see them die, only heard their screams of agony right after they instructed both me and my brother John to get the hell away from there and run like our lives depended on it. Our father told us to run and never stop, to run to safety and told us to look after one another, which is exactly what we do. Let's just say, we didn't get as far as we hoped and we're almost killed that night as well, when a very strange old man came and scared to wolves away with a shot gun.