Our Little Secret (Jack Gilinsky and Sam Wilkinson)

Twenty-Four

*Warning: Contains smut*

Normally I just ignored all the hate that I got on Twitter and Instagram but for some reason everyone was being worse to me than normal. I didn't even understand why. I wouldn't let Sam post much about me anywhere. To make it worse most of them were 15 year old girls who were making me feel the worst about myself.

The front door opened and I knew it was Sam. Both my parents were at work and Zoe was at a volleyball camp for the weekend.

"Hey babe," he said. "What's wrong?"

"I think we should take a break," I said without even looking up at him, it would hurt me too much.

"Lakyn, seriously, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling in front of me, forcing me to look at him.

"Why do you assume somethings wrong? Can't I just not be happy anymore?" I asked, suddenly defensive.

"Okay. I'll leave then," he said, standing up.

"Sam wait," I said, as he was about to walk out the door. "I can't handle your fans anymore. A lot of them have been attacking me."

He walked back over to me and pulled me up and into his arms. "Fuck them. They aren't true fans if they can't accept the fact that I love you."

"It makes me feel worse that 15 year old girls are making me hate myself so much."

"Let me see your phone," he said and held out his hand, palm up.

"Why?" I asked but handed it to him anyway.

He did something on it but I couldn't tell what and handed it back to me. I unlocked it and saw he had deleted the Twitter and Instagram apps off of it.

"Let's do something to get your mind off of it," Sam suggested.

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"If we're going somewhere I need to get ready," I told him.

"But you're beautiful enough already," he said kissing me.

"Well then I'll look perfect."

"I want to try to do your make up," Sam said.

I started laughing. "You can do my make up if I can do your make up," I told him.

He thought about it for a minute. "Deal."

"Really?" I asked. I didn't think he was actually going to accept that offer. He nodded. "Alright lets go upstairs then," I said.

We walked upstairs and I grabbed all of my make up stuff. "Who's first?"

"You can go first," he told me.

***

Sam's P.O.V.

I had no idea what she was doing or what she was putting on me but she seemed so focused it was so cute. I pulled out my phone and opened Snapchat. I started recording and Lakyn was so focused that she didn't even realize until almost the end of the video.

"Are you filming me?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Fuck you," she said, right as the video ended.

"Perfect timing," I laughed and added the video to my story.

"Your eyelashes are longer than mine and I don't think that's fair," she pouted and I just started laughing. "Close your eyes."

I did as I was told and she started putting eyeliner on me. The feeling made my eyes twitch.

"Hold still," she commanded and I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes from twitching. "Okay you're done."