fake boyfriend ↠ sam hurley

twenty one

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i grab my phone, shoving it into the front pocket of my jean skirt. "how do i look?" i ask sam, twirling around to show off my outfit. he wraps his arms around my waist, attaching my lips with his.

"you look gorgeous as always." he murmurs against my lips. "you know, you're being very affectionate." i infer.

he smiles, "because." he says.

i shake my head, my smile widening on my lips. "okay, dork."

"i'm your dork." he says, trying to be cheesy. "yes, i know. mine and mine only." i state, stroking his cheek with my hand. he pecks my lips once again, "okay, let's go to andreas room."

we exit our hotel room, walking two doors down, and knocking on chad and andrea's room.

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getting into the bar was terrifying. i was literally on the verge of shitting myself when i handed the guy my fake ID. sam kept trying to ease my nerves, but it didn't help.

eventually, we got in. i decided to not drink tonight, be the designated driver, and to help those who will be violently sick tomorrow morning.

i sit down at one of the tables, munching on some peanuts. sam smiles, taking a seat next to me, a large glass of beer in his hand. "hey, baby."

"hi, i'm so not ready for this hangover tomorrow. do i care? nope." he smiles cheekily then continues to chug his glass. i push his hand out of the way, a giggle escaping my throat. "don't do too much too fast, i don't want you to die tomorrow."

he laughs, an adorable laugh that makes your smile widen and your toes curl with such affection. i smile at him, shaking my head in disapproval.

"come dance!" he says, grabbing my hand and forcing me over to the small dance floor.

after about two hours, the gang was drunk and stupid. their vision was blurry, and their judgement was clouded with stupid thoughts. chad, andrea and shey weren't as bad as sam, they were more tolerable.

i drove us back to the hotel, helping each of them into bed. i open my door, shoving sam into the room. "i like when you're like this. demanding." he mumbles, kissing my neck.

i chuckle, shutting the door behind me and locking it. i look at his shirt, stained with beer. i shake my head, grabbing the hem of his shirt, and throwing it off his body. he groans to himself, "i like where this is going."

i shake my head, "it's not going anywhere, put these on." i tell him, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants. he shakes his head, throwing off his pants; his underwear along with it.

i narrows my eyes at sam, shaking my head sternly. "no."

he pouts, "please?"

"no, baby. you have to go in bed." i tell him, climbing in the bed. he pouts, putting on his briefs and sweatpants. he climbs onto the bed next to me, shoving his head in the crook of my neck.

"i want you to know something." he says, i felt his hot breath hit my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

"what?" i ask him, running my fingers in his hair as his head rests on my chest.

"i love you so much, it hurts me." he mumbles, kissing my bare skin.

my eyes widen, shaking my head. "go to sleep." i say, shitting the lights off from besides me.

he can't love me. he's being drunk and stupid, probably won't even remember this in the morning.