Sam and Colby Imagines (requests open)

Sam// Summer

(Quick A/N before I start.... I've been SUPER DUPER busy with school. Summer here requested this imagine at the beginning of February... Summer.... I FEEL HORRIBLE about not doing your imagine. I'm currently in a car with my dad... We were visiting my family in Kentucky since I'm
On spring break.... If I do t finish the imagine today, I'll be working on it ALL DAY tomorrow. I feel like the worst human being in the history of worst human beings for forgetting about this imagine.... I will try to make it the best imagine just because I forgot about it. I hope you like it Summer)
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I was playing call of duty with one of my best friends, Sam Golbach. Him and I have been close since we were little. He's getting frustrated because he's being beat by a girl. "How's it feel to be beat by a girl Golbach!" I taunt as the game ends. He throws his controller at me. I duck and hear it collide with the wall behind me. I look to see a huge dent in my bedroom wall. My eyes go wide. That controller could've hit me. He's never been this mad. And it scares me. I look at Sam to see his face red, but also a look of concern spreading across it. "Please. Please. I think you should. You should G-go. Sam." I whimper, scared of what might happen. "Summer. I didn't mean to. I mean. I got mad and I. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose." Sam says, his hand reaching for my face. I flinch, scooting away from Sam. His hands hit my bed. "Screw you Summer!" Sam screams, storming out of my house. I slam my bedroom door and lock it after he leaves. I hurry back to my bed, curling my knees into my chest. I burry my face in between my knees, crying my heart out. I know he'd never hurt me on purpose. But he could've really hurt me if I hadn't ducked when he threw that controller. I pull my phone out and text Sam's sister Allison. She says he's breaking stuff in his room. I send a text to Sam asking him to calm down. He sends a very rude text telling me to leave him the fuck alone. Saying he's always hated me. I want to believe that he's only mad, but it's hard to get him mad. Really hard. So I don't know if he's just saying that because he's mad or if he actually means it. I throw my phone across my room, grabbing my pillow and crying into it. Today has gone to shit. Sam and I were having fun, then I beat him in Call of Duty. And things just went downhill. It's all my fault. It's completely my fault. My phone starts going off. It's Sam's ringtone. I ignore it. He's just going to yell at me and tell me how much he hates me and how terrible I am. I  don't need that. I need to just never talk to him again. He calls again. I ignore again. He calls again and again and again. So I ignore again and again and again. I can't let him know how much he's hurt me. I hear fists pound on my bedroom door. "SUMMER! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR UP RIGHT NOW!" an all to familiar voice screams. It was Sam. What the hell is he doing back here. "GO AWAY! I DO NOT NEED YOU TO TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME! I DO NOT NEED YOU TO TELL ME HOW TERRIBLE I AM! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU ASS!" I scream, tears rolling down my cheeks from my blue eyes. "I came here to apologize. I feel... Just let me in so I can explain. I need to talk to you Summer. Please." Sam asks, his voice soft and broken. I take a deep breath, wiping the hears off my cheeks. I unlock my bedroom door, opening it. I get tackled to the floor to a boy with blonde completely messed up hair. I try to push him off, but it's no use. He's way stronger than me. "GET OFF! You have 4 minutes to explain Golbach." I hiss, walking over to my bed. Sam starts to sit down next to me, but I stop him. "No. You stand. I still don't know if I'm going to forgive you." I say, back all the way so that my back is against the headboard of my bed. Sam takes a deep breath. "Look Summer. Yes I was mad. And yes, I threw the controller. But my intention was for it to go to the left. Not straight towards you. I immediately felt horrible. I tried to apologize. But you would let me. I got mad and said something I regret. I got home and was pissed at myself. I started breaking things in my room. And you texted me and I don't know why I said what I did. I was still mad at myself for what I did and I took it out on you. And then Allison said you weren't answering your house phone. I got so scared. So here we are now. Me trying to explain why I did what I did. But the truth is. There is no excuse acceptable enough. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I understand. But I just need to know. All those years we spent time together. Laughing, crying, screaming, yelling, hugging, goofing off, and just talking. They meant everything to me. I still care about you so much Summer. I always will. There's still stuff that I haven't told you. But it's not important. All that is important is that you are okay." Same says. It only took 3 minutes. I'm already crying because everything made sense. And I know why what he did hurt so much. When we had been friends for 4 years. I developed quite a crush on Sam. Hell, I still have a crush on him, but he can never know. And he never will, because I'm never going to tell him. "They mean a lot to me too Sam. And I don't want to lose you as a friend. But I just. How can I be sure your not going to hurt me again? How can I be-" I say, but something stops me. Correction. SomeONE stops me. It was Sam. His lips are on mine before I finish my sentence. My eyes go wide as his hands find my waist. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, kissing Sam back. Sam pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. "You have now idea how long I've been wanting to do that Summer. No fucking idea." Sam says, a smile playing across his lips. I smile back. "You have now idea how long I've wished that you'd do that Sam. I've had a crush on you ever since we hit 4 years of being friends." I say, my cheeks slightly turning pink. "3 years? I've been wanting to kiss you for 5 years. I just could never get myself to do it." Sam says, pulling away from me. "So do you forgive me?" Sam adds, hope shining in his blue eyes. "Yeah. I do." I say, smiling at Sam as we walking to his house. "SUMMER!" Allison squeals as Sam and I walk inside, our fingers laced together. She raises an eyebrow as she looks at me and Sam's hands. "Don't ask Allison." Sam says, dragging me to his room. I lay down on his bed, smiling as I take in the all to familiar scent of his bed. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist as Sam lays down in his bed. "What now Summer?" Sam asks, making me turn around in his arms. "I don't know Sam. Maybe see where things take us. I honestly just want to see what happens with us." I say, looking up into Sam's sparkling blue eyes. "Well then, that's what we'll do." Sam says, leaning down, taking my lips in his.
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samismycinnamonroll I hope you liked your imagine. Again.... I'm so so so so soooooooo sorry about not writing it. It's wayyyy past due. But here it is.

~Whovian_1999