fake boyfriend ↠ sam hurley

twenty five

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one of our friends was throwing a party. i was excited, and very ready to get drunk. i sat in the car with sam, waiting for shey to exit her house in a quiet, cohesive manner- or attempting to.

she stepped out of her window, her heels lightly clicking against the pavement as i parked away from the driveway.

it was nine thirty-seven in the evening and the party would probably last for a while. usually the parties here start around midnight.

shey enters the back, "let's get on the road, bitches!" i chuckle lightly to myself, driving to the party.

"sam, you wanna be the designated driver?" i ask sam as i park the car in a space somewhat close to the house. shey gets out of the car, sam unbuckles his seatbelt.

he sighs, rolling his eyes. i furrow my eyebrows, "i was literally the driver last time. why can't you?" he asks.

this time- i rolled my eyes. "i was just asking. fuck." i mutter to myself, shaking my head. "why are you being so pissy?" he asks.

i scoff, unbuckling my seatbelt. "pissy? i was asking a fucking question, sam. not everything has to be an argument." i tell him, opening my door and climbing out of my car.

he climbs out, grabbing my arm. "i'm not trying to argue, i'm just saying."

"okay, let go of me." i yank my arm back, and began to walk into the house. he groans to himself, muttering a bunch of curse words.

"fine, be like that. find me when your attitude isn't like this." he says from behind me. i pretend i wasn't listening, and i walk away.

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after about five or so shots of vodka and whiskey, and a vodka tonic, i would say i'm a little more than tipsy. i felt bad about starting an argument with sam, and i decided to look for him.

i wobble through drunk, sweaty, dancing bodies and make my way outside. the stench of weed hits my face as a blow of smoke appears in my arena as i walk outside. i roll my eyes, slightly coughing to myself.

i look around, seeing some girl making out with someone. i squint my eyes, my heart instantly dropping. i rush over, pushing the girl off of him. "what the fuck, sam?"

the girl scoffs, "excuse me?"

"sorry, go make out with someone that isn't taken." i say, rolling my eyes. she gives me a dirty look and walks away.

"if you're gonna just make out with girls, then fucking break up with me. i don't know what your deal is, but this-" i use my index finger and point to him and i. "is over."

i turn around, his hand grabs my arm, turning me back to face him. "no, baby. i'm sorry. i'm drunk and i don't know what i'm doing. to be honest, i thought that was you and i apologized to her and everything." he slurs, i roll my eyes.

whatever alcohol was in my system, definitely wasn't now.

"she doesn't even remotely look like me, sam."

he shakes his head, "no, baby. i'm so sorry." he says, tears welling up in his eyes. "just sober up and find me when you're not like this." i tell him, walking away.

I drive back to my house, sam in the car with me. i had just dropped shey off at her house.

"don't ignore me."

"don't kiss other girls. you're lucky i'm talking to you right now." i tell him, rolling my eyes. "i cant believe you kissed another girl." i say, shaking my head. i park my car in my driveway.

"goodbye, samuel. talk to me when you're not an idiot." i open the door, climbing out of my car. sam does the sam, walking over to my side. i start to walk to my house, but he stops me by grabbing my hand.

"baby, i swear i didn't even know the girl wasn't you. i'm an idiot, trust me i know. i love you so fucking much, you don't understand." he says, his words were still slurred, clearly showing he's drunk.

i roll my eyes, a small tear falling down my face, "go to bed." i say, turning again on my heels and walking into my house, leaving sam outside.