Sammy

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I was sitting with Sam watching some random movie just to drown out the silence in the background. Sam's head happily resting on my hand, my fingers gently running through his soft brown hair.

"Y/N"

"Yes Sam"

"How come you never told me who you liked?"

"Well I don't really know how to say it... I think you would get mad"

He sighed.

"Well I can tell you about him if you would like?"

"Mhm" he groaned.

"Ok well I have known him for so soo long-"

"Its jack"

"Shh" you said pressing a finger to his lips then continuing running your fingers through his hair, "He is so funny, and his smile could brighten a room, in fact it usually does. I know everything about him, like how he loves basketball, that his favorite color is green, that he a total ladies' man, and the fact that he would rather have chick-fil-a more that life itself. But mostly how he is always my shoulder to cry on, and he was always there for all the times that I was broken.  And everything he does is just... wow. Not to mention how he is the worst at getting hints"

"Its Jack" he said again, you rolled your eyes. You removed your hands and pursed your lips together while you both sat up.

You looked at him and he was looking at you.

"Can you just kiss me already" he whispered. You smiled as he cupped your face and pulled you close and softly pressed his lips on yours.

When you both pulled away he pressed his lips against your forehead and whispered "Gilinsky aint got nothin on me"

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