Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 11

"And then he turned away like the pussy he is and drove away." Chris said smiling. Sam burst out laughing. Chris chuckled, "god her laugh is so fucking cute." Chris thought as he brushed a piece of hair out of his face. "Okay, now tha- Chris?" Sam asked. "Yeah?" Chris asked. "Why are you holding a chicken wing?" Sam asked pointing at his hand. Chris had forgotten about the chicken wing he snatched off of Angelo's plate. He looked down at the greasy hunk of meat. "I stole it from Ange." Chris said nonchalantly. "And you're sitting around holding it why?" Sam asked with a shy smile, showing off her bright white teeth. Chris felt himself blush. "I was saving it for later." He said feeling his face grow even hotter. "Sure Chris." Sam said laughing. "Sure." Suddenly Chris heard the bus door open. "Hey Chris I- MY CHICKEN WING!!!" Angelo yelled out. Before Chris could comprehend what was happening Angelo charged him and tackled him to the ground. Chris' head slammed into the floor and a surge of pain shot through his skull. He felt Angelo pry the meat from his hand and get off him. "What the fucking hell?" Chris yelled out as he got up. "Dude, why did you run from the restaurant? We ran after you and heard you yell something about Skype." Ricky said. Chris frowned at them and pointed to the computer screen. Ricky followed his finger and Chris saw his face light up. "Hey Sam!" Ricky yelled out. "Hey." Sam said waving at him. "'Sup man." Ryan said. "'Sup." Sam replied smiling at him. "How have you been?" Angelo asked, mouth full of chicken wing. "Fine." Sam replied. "Just been workin' and goin' to school." Angelo nodded as he ripped the final piece of skin from the bone. "Do you mind?" Chris asked trying to act irritated even though he wasn't. "No." Balz said as he pushed everyone out of the way and filled the screen up with his face. "Hiiii Sammmmm!" He called out. "Hiiiiiii Balzzzzz!" Sam called back. "How ya doin'?" "Fine." Balz responded. "I- is someone grabbing my ass?" Balz yelled out. And there was, Chris watched confused as Ricky tried to get to the screen and had his left hand on Balz's ass. "Woah there." Sam said putting her hands in front of her eyes. "I don't need to watch you guys film your bondage porno." The guys burst out laughing. Ricky had finally succeeded in pushing Balz out of the way of the screen. "Hey Sam!" Ricky said. "Hey Olson." Sam responded flipping her bangs out of her face. Chris felt his heart melt. "Hey Sam, nice cleavage." Ricky burst out between laughs. "Ricky!" Chris yelled rushing over to Ricky and putting him a headlock. "What? There's like three inches hanging out!" Ricky yelled out trying to wriggle out of Chris' grasp.

Chris' face was buried in Ricky's hair, the smell of cigarettes and lemon filled his nostrils making him cough. Chris' grip weakened with each cough and Ricky was able to wriggle free. Ricky grabbed a chunk of Chris' hair and pulled his head back. Chris had a sensitive scalp so it hurt a lot. Ricky then wrapped his right arm around Chris' neck and shit whipped him to the ground. Chris' head hit the floor again and felt another shock of pain shoot through him. Chris ignored the pain and jumped up. He grabbed Ricky's hands and held them behind his back with one hand. Chris placed the other hand behind Ricky's neck and forced him face first onto the table. "Like that Olson?" Chris asked as Ricky tried so desperately to wiggle free. "What did I say about the bondage porno?!?!" Sam cried out between laughs. Ricky, unable to get free, finally called out; "uncle!" Chris released him and brushed his hair from his face. "C'mon Rick." Ghost said. "Let's leave our little lovers here alone." Chris felt his face heat up again. Chris watched as the guys walked off the bus. "Sorry about that." Chris said sitting back down on the couch. "Don't worry about it." Sam said waving her hand in a "I don't give a fuck" fashion. "That's like a typical day with my bros." Chris laughed. Sam smiled back at him. It was quiet for a moment before Chris spoke again; "soooo, it seems that you got a ton of support from the creatures." Sam chuckled. "Yeah, thankfully. The other people just think I'm a Megan Massacre knock off." "Oh shit that reminds me..." Chris thought as he whipped out his phone out. He had been going over tattoo ideas with Megan for the past couple of weeks. They'd go get a pizza and collaborate on ideas on the bus or at her shop. He also needed to ask her opinion on getting his knuckles lazed. He quickly shot Megan a text; Need to go over tat ideas again. Down to two options. Also, know a good place to get my fingers lazed? "You're not a Megan knockoff. You act nothing like her." Chris said. "Like is that good or bad?" Sam asked. Chris paused. He wanted to make sure he answered this right. "I mean like Megan is great but there's reason's why we broke up. You have or are none of those reasons." Chris responded looking down at his Tom's. He had loved Megan but she did have issues. He no longer saw her as dating worthy, only friend worthy. "Ohhh." Sam said. "Look, Sam I ju-" Chris started. "No, it's fine." Sam said. "What happened between you and Megan and even your other past girlfriends is your business. You don't have to tell me anything that you don't want to." Chris was taken back. He had always been forced by interviewers, fans, and even the guys to spill his guts. But Sam she just wanted the best for you, it made Chris' heart swell even more. "Thanks Sam." Chris said meeting her gaze. "That means a lot." Chris saw Sam blush. "No problem." She replied with a shy smile.

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Chris and Sam talked for hours. When Sam finally looked up from the laptop, it was a quarter to midnight. "Holy shit!" Sam yelled out. "What?" Chris asked smiling, showing off his gorgeous smile. "It's almost midnight!" Sam exclaimed. "Really?" Chris asked yawning. "Oh shit. I wonder where the guys are?" Chris asked. He got up and Sam assumed he was looking out the windows. Chris walked back in front of the screen; "hang on a sec." He said before walking out of frame. Sam heard a door open and someone yell; "Owww FUCK!" Sam giggled, it sounded like Ryan. Suddenly all Sam heard was the pounding of feet and a door slam. Chris came back into frame and sat down. "There were sleeping outside the bus." Chris said chuckling. At this point Ryan walked into the frame; "yeah, and you smacked my fucking head in!" He yelled rubbing the back of his head. "Hey Sam." Ryan said waving and walking out of frame. "Hey." Sam replied yawning. "Hey babe, I gotta go." Sam said. "I'm tired as fuck and Kat's picking me up for school at five." Chris chuckled. "That rainbow haired kit kat bar can get up at five in the morning?" He asked. "Surprisingly yes." Sam said. "Although sometimes I have to drive because a three fourths asleep, twenty year old girl, driving a very high cc motorcycle is kind of a hazard." Sam said laughing. Chris laughed. "Okay. Text me when you get there." "I will." Sam said feeling her eyes sting. Chris took a deep breath. "Bye Sam." He said. "Bye Chris." Sam said. As she closed the laptop lid, she felt the tears begin to fall.

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Another sucky filler I wrote after my German exam. Sorry...next chapter will be better:)