All of the Lights

Chapter Eleven

Previously...

The prettiest girl I know is laying next to me... Did you expect me to sleep?"

I could feel my cheeks start to blush.

"Oh please." I scoffed.

"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." He pulled me closer, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.

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Chapter Eleven

Sam's iPhone started to play some relaxing ringtone at 5 o'clock. I pulled my head off of his chest and propped myself up. Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"Wake up, sleepy head." I cooed, smiling at him.

"I guess I have to take you home, huh?" His voice was filled with sleep.

"I could make up an excuse..." I winked at him, jokingly.

"How about I call Rob. Riley, I seriously don't want him to hate me." Sam pouted.

"Sam!" I groaned. I rolled my eyes at him, tucking my head into his arm. He gave a loud sigh and looked at me.

"Baby, I don't want him to be pissed. You know how he is."

"He doesn't own me! Why does everyone think my life revolves around him? We're not even related!"

"Babe..."

"Don't 'babe' me!" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm eighteen years old, Sam. I think it's time I make a decision for once."

Sam gave me a confused look. He didn't know what to say. I could tell he wanted to call Rob so badly. I wasn't being fair to him. I should let him try and suck up to Rob so that our relationship will be easier, but I can't. I can't make myself listen to Rob.

"Just take me home. He doesn't have to know about this." I whispered.

"Did you not see the paps outside? They had to of caught you." Sam was getting angry with me.

"Sam, it's going to be fine."

"Whatever Riley. Get your stuff. Let's go."

Sam pulled himself off of the couch, making me slide off of him. I rolled my eyes and followed him to the front door.

Sam is getting annoying.

He grabbed his keys and started for the garage, not bothering to look behind him.

He's annoying. He's so annoying.

He opened the door and sat in the drivers seat. I stood outside the car and sighed. Normally he opens the door for me. Sam stared at me and gave me an impatient look. I shook my head and got inside the car.

"What?" He murmured.

"Nothing." I whispered. As much as I wanted to be mad at Sam, I couldn't. He just got home from tour, too.

Don't ruin this, Riley. He's probably stressed out. Just relax.

I bit my tongue, letting him win the stupid battle.

"Call Rob." I said, defeated. Sam cocked an eyebrow at me.

"You're ok with that?" He watched me closely.

"Yeah. You're right. We don't want him pissed even more." I slouched into my seat, wanting to become invisible.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Babe..." Sam groaned. "I know you'll be pissed at me if I do."

Smart boy.

"I won't. Seriously."