Sam Wilson

Happy Ending

Happy Ending

"What is so good in Josh Duhamel?" He asked ash he twirled a strand of her smooth hair with his index finger.

She stretched her legs, before drawing them closer to herself and cozied up to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Just watch it okay. It is my favorite movie."

"Why is it your favorite movie?" He asked. All this time he was just staring at her.

"Because, it is not only about romance. It is about survival, and circumstances and strength and... The feeling I get is beyond expression."

"What is that feel?"

She zipped her mouth close.

He continued, "Did you just ignore me?"

She didn't say anything but had her eyes fixed on the screen which had the title - Safe Haven on it. The movie had just begin.

"Eleanor?"

No response.

"Eleanor?"

And then it came upon her. The punishment of ignoring Sam Wilson. In one violent rush of frivolence, he started tickling her, she got wobbly and out of control, her upper body hanging by the edge of the sofa, she was going to fall, but he had held his grip close about her, she couldn't. So she was yet hanging like a mere wobbly spring, and laughing hysterically like a maniac.

He was tickling her. He didn't stop.

"Are-- y-- you ---- sad---ahhh-sadistic?" She said in between of her laughters,

high pitched laughters.

"Tell me, I am sorry."

She was still laughing, "You are sorry? I apologize--- you! Please stop!"

"You are coming out of your shell, huh? Tell me that YOU are sorry."

"I am sorry, I give up."

And finally he stopped.

"Please, let me watch the movie." She pleaded. He let her go, and she settled back in a civilized way on the sofa.

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One hour after the movie had ended, they were in his room and she was drunk. Only half a glass of drink, and she was wasted. He couldn't believe her.

She was laughing, which made her look silly, but he loved it. She stood up on the bed, and he was lying down. She stood up, stumbling and then got a glimpse of the neighboring house from the window.

She plopped down on the bed, childishly and sat ever close to him, where he was lying.

"I miss Grandma. We have to go in tomorrow to the doctor, right?"

"Hmm."

"How do I pay you back?"

"Back for what?"

"For giving me a home."

"You are paying me back right now."

"I have never touched a boy's hair. Would you mind?" She asked him with her huge eyes filled with childish and girlish curiousity.

"Go ahead."

And she did. Her feeble hand went straight at his locks. She felt it. Smooth and yet a little rough. Her hand slowly traveled down to his left cheek, then that rough light stubble he had, and then on his chest. He was looking at her all this time and her eyes too, were entangled into his.

She came a little more closer. She swallowed hard.

At this moment there was suppose to be a kiss. A kiss, like in the movies. But no. Eleanor is drunk and she has a reason to be stupid now.

"Let us TP my aunt's house. Now."

He had this stern look on his face. So appropriate (sarcasm).

She got up hastily, with an evil smile, he held her forcibly, "No! You are drunk! Not now."

"No. Please Sam! I have never done something like that."

"I know you have never been in trouble. And I will like you like that."

"Please!!!!!!!!!"

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Who could resist those big brown eyes? Who could result that girlish voice? That plea? Not definitely Sam Wilson.

So he helped her TP the house, the very house, in the middle of the night, and there they stood, with a scene of TP-Ed house and garden and the garage.

After that? They simply walked back home.

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The author leaves the rest of the story up to the reader's mind. What happened to the Granny, and how they both lived ever after. Your view of the story, after story is highly appreciated in the comments section.