Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Five

Beau Mirchoff as John-->

Samson's P. O. V.

Mercedes pulls up to my old, creepy house that still needs a lot of work done on the outside of the house. I made a decision that I wasn't even going to bother because every time I try to start a project that involves the house or fixing it up, I always just end up wasting money when the wolves run us out again and again. It kind of sucks because yard work and painting the house, making things looks nice is kind of what I like to do. I like small projects like that.

"You know, I actually really like this house. It's all creepy and kind of abandon. Do you know if anyone died here?" Mercedes asks, a little too chipper.

"God I hope not." I prayed for the billionth time as the scary thought of this house being haunted comes back into my thoughts.

"What? Oh come on, Sam! If your house is haunted, you could have a serious killer ass party here for Halloween. Could possibly make it a haunted house." She says excitedly as she continues to analyze my house. My stomach twisted at the thought of a killer ghost living in my house and actually having people over. It's like a horror movie came to life.

"Oh don't tell him that, now he is going to have nightmares for a whole week," a voice spoke out from the porch. John walks down the steps with two bags in his hands, both containing shot guns and hand guns in one bag and cans/bottles in the other.

"Shut up John, I am not!" I lied, scowling at him.

"Right and you didn't throw a fit when we told you that no one has lived here in three decades." John says sarcastically. Mercedes giggled while I glared at him. Wow, thanks a lot bro.

John sets the bags down in front of us and looks from me to Mercedes with a huge smirk on his face.

"Hi, I'm John. Sam's older, wiser, and hotter brother. You must be Mercedes." John teases while holding his hand out to Mercedes. I rolled my eyes at his attempts to flirt. He always flirts with every girl he meets.

"Well, I see you got the older part right. The rest I can't really see." She smirks to herself, tilting her head to the side as well. I couldn't stop myself as I busted out into a fit of laughter. I always loved seeing John get shut down, only because he is a cocky bastard and thinks he can get any girl he wants. He frowns, taking his hand back.

"Your lucky your cute," John tries to cover up his embarrassment. "So, what's going on? Did you forget our plans or what?" John asks, turning to me. Great, now I gotta convince him to let Mercedes come with us.

"No, I didn't forget. Mercedes is going to come shoot with us. Thought we could teach her how to use a gun properly." I say, a little nervously. John frowned as he shot daggers at me, probably trying to see if I told her anything or not.

"Oh is she?" John basically growled. "Samson, can I speak to you in private please?"

He didn't really give me time to answer because he turned on his heel and walk away from Mercedes. I just turn to her and mouth 'sorry' before I followed after him. Once we got a good few feet away from Mercedes' hearing distance, John smacks me up side the head.

"What the hell is the matter with you? What were are you thinking of telling that girl about what we do on our free time? What if she decides to tell someone, huh? What of she gets us arrested for have unlicensed guns, and for what? To shoot off freaking werewolves?" he hissed at me, smacking up side the head one more time.

"Will you stop hitting me?" I half yelled at him.

"No." He says and then hits my head again. That's when I socked him in the arm so hard, he started moaning in pain. I could hear Mercedes fit of laughter as I know she was watching and saw what happened and I couldn't help but laugh as well.