My Best Friend?

Chapter 7

Sam's POV

This is fucking stupid. I should be at the boys' show, dancing and drinking like there's no tomorrow, but I'm home fucking babysitting my little sister. Not that I don't love her, but damn. I'd much rather be having fun.

"Sammy!" she yelled.

"What?" I yelled from my room.

"I'm hungry!"

"I thought mom fed you before she left?"

"Uh..."

I groaned and stood up, pulling on one of Michael's flannels so I wouldn't be in just spandex shorts and a tank top. I slowly walked downstairs and to the kitchen, only to see Lainey standing by the fridge.

"What would you like?"

"Um.."

"Lainey, it's almost ten at night."

"I know."

"You should technically be in bed right now, and that's probably why you're hungry."

"I know," she sighed.

Damn it. She's pulling the sad puppy look, which is how she ended up with strawberries and whipped cream in front of her. As soon as she was done, I took the bowl and placed it in the sink. She was still standing there as I turned around, and I smiled.

"You really need to go to bed babe."

She wrinkled her nose. "Why do you call me babe?"

I shrugged. "Just a nickname, I guess. Do you want me to stop calling you that?"

She quickly shook her head. "I'll go to bed now."

"Thank you, and brush your teeth before you do."

"Okay."

I watched as her natural blonde hair bounced behind her as she ran up the stairs. Just as I put the last of the dishes into the dish washer, I heard my phone buzz on the counter. I looked at it, and immediately smiled.

-You busy?

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I read Michael's name and text. -Not right now.

-Good. Answer the door.

My eyes narrowed and I started walking to the front door. I felt like I was really excited and nervous at the same time as I saw Michael standing there.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi."

"Are you having fun?"

"Eh. I have to go make sure Lainey is actually in bed in a couple minutes."

"So.. Can I come in?"

"Yeah of course." I moved aside and allowed him in, and he went into the living room.

"We missed you at the show tonight. Ashton especially, because he had to stare at Emma and Alex the entire night."

"Whoa, back up. Alex was there?"

"Yeah. Apparently his practice started and ended earlier than he thought, so he was able to make it."

"Poor Ash."

"I know. I wish Emma would realize that he's a terrible boyfriend."

"They're relationship makes me happy that I'm not in one." Fuck me. "Or at least that I'm not in a relationship with someone that controlling." Better.

"Yeah.. You'd be open to a relationship though, right?"

"Yes," I answered, probably too quickly.