fake boyfriend ↠ sam hurley

two

i had a three story house. there was the main floor, an upstairs and a basement. my room was located in the basement, and my parents room was upstairs. it was convenient, for when i have friends over, they can't hear us being stupid.

which was extremely convenient right now, considering shey and andrea brought some alcohol over. it was 12:38am, and we were in my bedroom. shey and sam sat on the floor with chad, andrea was laying on my bed with me.

as of right now, i'd say we'd all fail a breathalyzer. "so, one time, my finger got stuck in my bathtub when i was trying to take out the drain, and i was all naked. it was horrible." shey slurred, i laughed obnoxiously loud, "that's so funny."

"so, sam." chad started, wiggling his eyebrows. "when are you gonna date karen?"

sam grimaced, standing up from the floor. "never. that's disgusting." he said, he waddled over to my bed, laying his head on my lap.

"my back hurts, i'm so tired." he mumbled, i chuckled. i began to play with his hair, "i like that, keep playing with my hair."

"well, i wasn't going to stop." i said aloud, andrea laughed. "you're loud when you're drunk." she practically screamed, "girl, you're loud." i corrected her.

she gasped, shaking her head, "i am not!" andrea screamed, making me shake my head. "yes, you are!" i screamed back.

"how about you both shut up!" sam screamed, her and i looked at each other, our eyes widened. tears welled up in my eyes, "you're mean, play with your own hair." i let go of his hair, crossing my arms. he looks up at me, and sat up.

"aw, ky, i'm sorry." he wrapped his arms around my body, i shook my head, trying to get off him. "no, meanie. get away."

"you guys are like an old married couple." chad blurred out, i looked over to him, andrea was now on his lap. "woah, did you transport over there?" i ask her.

she laughed, as did everyone else but me. "she walked over, idiot." shey snorted, pointing over to me.

i rolled my eyes, "i didn't see."

"i'm in love with mike." shey blurted out, criss-crossing her legs. "we know." sam mumbled from besides me. his head was leaned up against my shoulder, his eyes closed.

"are y'all tired? cause i am." i spoke up, sam nodded his head, climbing into my duvet. "i'm going to sleep, goodnight."

"we're gonna sleep in the guest room." chad said, helping andrea up from the floor.

"okay, goodnight." i waved at the two. shey slowly got up from the ground, throwing her body next to me on the bed. i had a queen sized bed, so we had plenty of room. i was in between the two now.

-

i woke up to the birds chirping, and the sun in my eyes. i felt movement from besides me, i open my eyes looking to my left, seeing sam sleeping. his lips were slightly parted, his eyebrows furrowed.

i looked at the time on my phone, 11:27am. i shook his body slightly, trying to wake him up. "wake up, sam." i whined.

"no."

"i think shey, andrea and chad are making breakfast." i told him. he opened an eye, quickly getting off the bed. i got up, and followed sam out of my room. we walked up the stairs, into the kitchen. andrea, chad, shey and my parents are sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast food.

"good morning." i murmured.

"hi, sweetie." my mom smiled, i walked into the kitchen, grabbing myself a bowl. "want some cereal?" i asked sam. he nodded his head tiredly.

i opened the cabinet, grabbing frosted flakes, sam grabbed reese's puffs. i handed sam a spoon, and walked over to the refrigerator, quickly grabbed the milk. "thanks." he mumbled.

i grabbed my bowl, and walked over to the table. i day next to my dad, and instantly ate my cereal. sam sits across from me, eating as well. "did you guys at least use protection?" my mother asks.

i choke on my cereal, looking at her bewilderingly. "mom, what? i did not have- ew! do that!" i said.

"ew?" sam asks, pretending to be hurt by my statement. "i don't want a boy in your bed." my father said.

i rolled my eyes, "i've taken baths with sam, guys. i've grown up with him, okay?" i scoffed. chad begins to laugh, as do andrea and shey. i rolled my eyes, taking another bite of my food.

"well, we're just being cautious. you guys are now at an age where you have your moments. i mean, we know andrea and chad have sex." i spit out my cereal, once again. "ew!"

my parents look at each other and laugh. "well, we're going away for tonight and tomorrow. we're visiting old friends, we'll see you monday night." my dad says, standing up from the table.

"you guys are leaving now?" i asked.

my mom nods her head, "yes, i'll call you tonight. please, no parties. i'll have kristy stop by later. bye, love you." she kisses my forehead.

i looked at them weirdly, "i didn't even know you guys were leaving." i told them.

my dad shrugs, kissing my forehead as well. "we better run." he says to my mother. she nodded again, "bye, guys. be good!" they exit the house.

once they left the house, i stared at my cereal. everyone was silent. "that was fucking weird." sam spoke up after moments of silence.

i nodded my head in agreement, "i know."

-

andrea, chad and shey left about an hour ago, saying they'll be back later. i sat on my bed with sam, watching some random netflix movie. "can i ask you something?" sam asks.

i nodded my head, taking a look at him. "what's up?" i lowered the volume on the tv, so my attention was fully paid on him. he fumbles with his fingers, something he did when he was nervous. "what's wrong?" i asked, sitting up fully.

he sighed, "i don't know. karen just keeps popping in my head and i want her to leave me alone." he mumbled.

i giggled, "she's liked you for a while, you know this." i told him, "plenty of girls have had crushes on you, sam. i'll be honest, you're attractive." i shrugged my shoulders up and down.

he narrows his eyes down at me, "but she's like obsessed with me. i feel like if i date someone else, she'll get off my back." he said, thinking his thoughts aloud.

as if on cue, a lightbulb practically lit up in his head. "that's it! i'll get a girlfriend." he smirked to himself, proud of his plan.

i shook my head, a short chuckle escaping my lips. "it doesn't work like that, you can't just randomly date a girl." i said.

"what if..." he trailed, i raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. "what if you were my fake girlfriend? no one would know but us. we'd be a couple until she moves on."

i was hesitant to answer. "uh, i don't know."

"please." he begged.

"when would we start 'dating'?" i asked him. "now." he shrugged.

"you think people would buy it?"

he nodded his head, "i mean, everyone pretty much thinks we're dating anyways."

"that's true. we could say we've been hiding it for a month or two." i included. a smile forms on his lips, "well, you're my girlfriend, now."