Into the Wild (Sam Wilkinson)

Chapter Eight

Me: I’m here! I’m getting off the plane. Where are you guys?

Gilinsky: Shit Brooke, I’m sorry!

JJ: Traffic is so bad! We’re like 20 minutes away.

Me: Guys are you fucking joking?!

Sam: Fuck, sorry Brooke. We’ll be there ASAP!

Me: You guys suck ass. Just hurry please.

They can be so fucking annoying sometimes. I got off the plane and made my way towards baggage claim. I find the one waiting for the flight from Los Angeles when suddenly I felt hands wrap around my eyes.

I began to freak out until they spoke. “Guess who?!”

A huge smile formed on my face. “Geeeeeeeeeeeeeee” I said yelling at Gilinsky. He picked me up and started swinging me around.

“I know it’s only been two days, but I missed you so much!” We giggled as he continued to twirl me around.

“Alright Jack, we wanna say hi too.” Johnson said laughing.

Jack put me down and I made my way into Johnson’s arms. “Johnson! I’ve missed you too. So fucking much!”

He chuckled. “I missed you too B. This week’s going to be hella fun!”

I walked out of his embrace and ran into Sammy’s arms. “Hi.” He grabbed me tightly as I felt the electric current start coursing through my body causing my heartbeat to speed up. I didn’t want to let him go.

“Hi” he responded with a huge grin causing his dimples to show. “I’ve missed you so much beautiful.” I could feel my cheeks turning beat red as I turned my head away from him.

He made me feel shy and quiet, but that was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want things to be weird between us, but these feelings for him were so foreign to me.

“Come on love birds. Let’s get out of here before we draw a crowd.” I didn’t realize that Gilinksy and Johnson grabbed my bags. Sammy and I released our hug, but he left his hand on the small of my back as we made our way out to the car quickly. Gilinsky drove, Johnson sat in the passenger seat and Sam and I rode in the back.

“Where are we going first?” I asked. “I wanna drop all my crap off before we go anywhere.”

“That’s fine. We’ll go to my house first. Then you can drop your stuff off and change or whatever.” Gilinsky said. He turned the music up and sped off towards his house.

“How long until we get to G’s house?” I asked Sammy since the music was too loud for me to ask anyone else.

“Hmm, maybe like 30ish minutes. Why?” He asked.