Greta Van Fleet Imagines

Barefoot (Sam)

"Ew Sam get those away from me!" You shriek as Sam walks into your bedroom, dangling one of his dirty bare feet in front of your face. Sam rarely wore shoes; he had about three pairs, but would practice and perform barefoot all the time. You always thought it was cute and kinda fun, plus it was practical for a bass and keys player who relied on movement and vibrations to play well.

"What, you scared of a little dirt?" Sam laughs, shoving his foot further towards you as you squeal and roll on the bed away from him. He chases you to the other side of the bed and you jump off it, keeping your distance.

"That's not a little dirt, your foot looks like it made out with a puddle of mud!" You giggle, which only seems to encourage him. He hovers his foot above your bed, above your perfect white comforter and sheets.

"Oh yeah? Well then it would be a shame if they were to get anything else dirty..." He teases, chuckling at your disgust.

"Sammy I swear to God-" you start, and he slowly lowers his foot even closer towards your bed. "Sammy no!"

He laughs as you lunge at him, knocking him off balance. As he stumbles you shove him towards your bathroom, laughing with him. "Get in there and wash your disgusting feet before you mess up my room more!"

"Alright alright" Sam raises his hands in surrender. You roll your eyes and smile as he turns on the bath, and climb back into bed where you had been comfortably reading before Sam came in to disturb you. You were only able to read about two pages before you hear quick footsteps and he comes running from the bathroom, throwing his whole body onto the bed. As he crash lands next to you, the book is startled out of your hand and you lose your page.

"You've got to be kidding me." You laugh, giving him a dirty look that doesn't last long as his sweet brown eyes and adorably large smile stare back at you.

"C'mon you don't wanna read right now, lets watch the new Black Mirror season instead!" Sam says, tossing your book to the end of the bed and grabbing your laptop.

"Fine. But your feet better be clean." You glare at him as he slides underneath the covers with you.

"Don't worry, I made sure they were sparkling." Sam grins as he moves closer to you. Watching Netflix with Sam in bed was a common occurrence. Being best friends, you two were used to being close in every way, and it was normal to find yourself cuddling up with him or sleeping in the same bed, completely platonic. Sam lays his head on your shoulder as the episode starts, his long hair falling into his face a bit. You brush it aside for him, not taking your eyes off the screen, and feeling the usual butterflies from being so close to him. It was a normal feeling, completely platonic. If only Sam felt that way too.