Worth It. (Sam Wilkinson)

17. Wafels & Dinges

THANKS SO MUCH FOR 100k+ reads!! 100k may not be a lot but it's nice to know people actually read my gross writing. So yeah I'm not dead I've just been super lazy. I repeat, SUPER lazy. But since it's a new year and the holidays are over I thought I'd update for you guys! Think of it as a Christmas present. So sorry for not updating for 85 years. I wrote this at five in the morning so it'll most likely suck but enjoy <3!

PLS read my a/n in the end

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I felt my phone buzz underneath my pillow. I struggle to pry my eyes open filled with sleep. Who is texting me this early omga.

I slide the arrow on my screen without even checking the name yet.

"Get dressed and bring a coat we're going to the city. I'll be there in 30 minutes." -Sam

My eyes widen and practically fall out of my sockets. Thirty minutes!? He's funny if he thinks I'm getting ready in thirty minutes.

I text him back: Are you serious I just woke up

Sam: Too bad get your lazy ass out of bed

I don't reply back. Instead I head straight to the bathroom brush my teeth wash my face and all that stuff. I look at my red reflection in the mirror while doing all of this and I realize my hair is a complete mess and I don't think I'll be able to fix it in under thirty minutes. Times like these I'd kill for white girl hair where I could wake up and it would come out flawless. But no I have to have that 'in-between' type of hair where It's not even curly or straight (no not wavy idek what it is). Whatever I'll just wear a beanie then.

I'm struggling to find an outfit to wear. What the frick do I wear. I don't want it to seem like I tried for him but I don't want to look like a hobo that just survived a war. I resorted to a black knit sweater, black ripped jeans and my black low top converse. All black everything, like my soul.

I go down the stairs looking for something to eat before he gets here. I check my phone and it's five minutes before eight. I pour myself a glass of milk and pull out the tray of Oreo cookies. Oreo cookies are a yes.

I'm about to dip my first cookie into the milk and I hear a knock on the door. Are you serious. Sam's timing is impeccable. It hasn't even been five minutes yet. He's four minutes early.

I open the door and he looking down at his phone tapping one foot lightly.

"What a copycat." I greet him.
He was wearing all black too. Now it looks like we're going to a funeral together.

"Gross who gave you permission to wear all black like me?" He playfully raised an eyebrow.

"Don't need permission bye." I turn around to go back and eat my Oreos but he grabs my hand and stops me.

"Where are you going we're leaving now"

"But I didn't even get to eat my Oreos."

"We're gonna eat in the city oh my goodness just come already."

I groan. "Let me just run upstairs real quick I have to let my parents know I'm leaving."

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A gust of urine scent whiffed my way and I scrunched my nose. It smelled bad down here. Sam wanted to use the subway to go into the city because it was supposedly more efficient and there'd be no parking if we used his car. Let me tell you the subway was gross. Why does it smell like rotten bellybutton mixed with urine. I'm cringing.

"You alright?" Sam asks me. We were currently waiting for the R train that went into the city.

"It's smells interesting in here"