The Choice (Sam Pottorff and Connor Franta)

The Kiss

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Hazel's P.O.V.

I can't wait to get out of this goddamn hospital bed and go on my date with Sam.

Seriously, the food sucks, the bed is uncfortable, and I look like shit.

My bad luck strikes again when a small knock is at my door.

Please don't be Sam please don't be Sam.

"Um who is it?" I ask.

"Oh hey Hazel. It's Connor. I have to ask you something. Can I come in?"

He said that in one quick breath.

Why is he so worked up?

"Um ok come in, but fair warning I look like complete shit." I say.

The door slowly opens, and Connor comes in and sits next to me. He looked sad for some reason.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, worried about him.

He looks up at me. His eyes were captivating, and I kept staring at him.

"I love you." He replies.

He then smashes his lips to mine.

The door slammed open, and Sam stood in the door frame, wide-eyed. He ran over, pulled Connor off of me, and punched him square in the jaw. Connor screamed, and ran out, frantically asking for an ice pack from one of the nurses.

"Are you okay?!? Did he hurt you?! Please tell me you're okay." Sam spit out, putting his hands up to my face, inspecting it.

"Sam, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"What the hell happened?!?!"

I told him what happened with Connor. He looked over at Connor, who was sitting on the chair with an ice pack on his jaw.

"You dick."

"I'm the dick? You punched me for no reason!!"

"You kissed my girlfriend!!"

Hold the freak up.

I tugged his shirt and whispered in his ear, "Girlfriend?!"

"Well I was coming in to ask you, but then this happened." He pointed over at Connor, accidentally poking him in the eye.

"OWWWWWWEEEEEEE" he yelled, I was sure half the hospital could hear it.

"Well I guess we're dating then?" I asked him.

"If that's what you want." He replied with a smile.

He's so cute when he smiles.

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The next morning, I remembered I went home last night. I then also remembered that I had a date with Sam today.

"Shit!" I cursed.

I ran over to the bathroom and took a long shower. Afterward, I decide to rope braid my hair so that it would turn out like a pretty and twisty curl.

I put on some makeup(mascara, lipgloss, and a little bit of foundation) and went to figure out what to wear. I decided on high wasted shorts with a cute sweater.

After pulling out the rope braids and putting hairspray on, I finally finished the look.

Damn, I actually kinda look pretty.

Nah, what am I talking about.

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Okay so sorry I didn't update yesterday I typed this up and forgot to publish it!! Love all of you :) byebye:)