TBS AND ALL HIS CHARACTERS One-Shots

Request (Kayden)

kayden

12 (by 2 days lol)

5'6

tan

hazle

black

the beatles,bulldogs,musicals and plays,and writing

disruptive people,preverted people,smaking food,and singing songs when you dont know the lyrics

This is going to sound a little weird but in love actually I'm pretty sure I am the same age as the character. Could it be how I am inlove with Sam and he are best friends since we were born and he tells me about him liking Joanna and I get really mad and accidentally confess my love to him. Sam makes me meet Joanna Joanna is very mean to me and Sam gets mad.At the end of the story he realizes that he likes me too

-Hope you love it darling!!

I SWEAR IVE DONE LIKE 15  SAM IMAGINES I SWAER NEW ONES ARE COMING SOON THIS IS THE LAST ONE AGHHH OKAY BYE I LOVE YOU

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Kayden's P.O.V.

I sat in my room, Jamming out to 'Love Me Do'. It kind of calmed me down when I was stressing out. A simple tune, sweet words, beautiful melodic voices. I was quite into it, to be completely honest with you.

My bed felt like a concrete slab I was resting on, my head throbbed and my eyes burned. Sam, my most favorite person on.. well.. the entire Earth, had just sprung the news on me that he loved some bitch named Joanna.

Now, I have supported my best friend since birth, as well as the guy I fancied, in pretty much everything he has ever done. I've always wanted him to feel confident in himself, this being something I struggled with. I wanted him to know that I loved him, that he could trust me with anything and everything.

But this, this, this just pissed me off! How could he love some bratty American he barley knew!? He has never even talked to her, and she hasn't shown any interest in him. At all. There is the occasional wave over the courtyard at school, maybe a small interaction at the lockers, but that was literally it. Literally. I didn't understand why he thought that this 'Jo' was just so great. Sure, she was sweet. Never really mean to anyone, but she didn't stick out.

She was pretty, sure. nice skin, sparkling eyes, thick hair, but there were far prettier girls at our school. If he was going to pick some random girl to be 'in love' with, why not someone who he friends with? Someone that he actually knows!? Someone that is strikingly beautiful, or funny, intelligent. Really anything but her!

These thought hurt my tired brain. The fluffy blue comforter that has rested on my bead for over a year now was crumpled and wrapped tightly around my shaking frame. The large window on the wall farthest away from me was wide open so I could see the beautiful large oak that grew in our garden. It was quiet the weird tree, but I loved it all the same.

It was quite chilly in my small room, being as the window was open, but it really added to my cold mood.

A soft scratching at the large door that was currently shutting me out from the cruel world ripped me from my cruel thoughts.

I ripped the large blanket off of me and sped to the door, not wanting the air to chill my body too bad.

The doorknob was cold under my small hand. As soon as the door opened, a pudgy little bulldog by the same of 'Doggo' trotted into my room as if he owned the place, his long nails scratching the old hard-wood floor beneath his little feet.