The Boy

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Sam's P.O.V.

After I went home, I still couldn't stop crying. Damn, I'm such a baby.

But I love her.

No you don't idiot. You only just met her.

I know, but she's so perfect.

Why would you date a girl who hates herself?

Why are you so mean.

Why are you so easily obtained?

Shut up.

Make me.

Go away.

No.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

Well I kind of am your head, so there's some complications there.

Shut up.

Was I seriously just talking to myself??

Whatever. Doesn't matter. What matters is Hazel.

God, was she beautiful.

Who knew someone could be so gorgeous?

At first glance, I knew she had to be the one.

She's the perfect girl I've been searching for.

The one for me. Only me.

Beautiful long brown hair, bright blue eyes, not girly, not boyish, short, and not just skin and bones. I could tell she played volleyball with that body of hers.

You sound like a pervert, she won't like that.

You again?!?!

Is there a problem?

Yes, you.

Alright, but when she hates you, don't say I didn't tell you so.

Why does my brain think so much differently than I act?

God, I don't even know anymore.

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Hazel's P.O.V.

It's 4 am and I'm wide awake.

Damnit Sam, why do you do this to me?

At least my first kiss was a famous youtuber.

That's a bonus.

But really. I've been thinking about Sam and only Sam for the past 7 hours.

I have no life.

Hell, he probably only thinks I'm pretty because of my body.

Damn you volleyball.

I love him.

ARE YOU CRAZY SISTA???

God, I hate you so much.

I know gurl. But chica, you might like him because he's hot but what if he's a playa??

You've got a point.

I know girl. I know.

Damnit I keep crying!!! I'm such a loser.

It's ok honey, I've gotchu.

What the hell I'm talking to myself.

I'm a weirdo.

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I still couldn't sleep, and it was now 5 am.

Well, I guess I'm taking a nap today.

I tried grabbing my phone, but I couldn't reach it, so I had to get up off my bed.

I nearly screamed when my door opened.

"Trevor, why can't you knock?" I asked him.

A familiar voice whispered in my ear while grabbing my hips. No. Please no. This isn't happening right now.

"Why hello Hazel, it's been a while."

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I AM THE CLIFFHANGER QUEEN #SORRYNOTSORRY

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