in which a boy asks his best friend to be his fake girlfriend to get a girl off him.
(i know sam is 15, but in this book he's 16 turning 17, and a junior in high school)
30 votes and 60 comments for next chapter ;) i think we can do it
"baby! wake up!" i hear as someone pushes roughly on my body. i gasp and jolt up in bed, eager to see who just awoken me from my slumber. my eyes squint in disgust as i see sam with a large smile on his lips.
"what do you want?" i ask, checking the time on the clock next to me. "it's 7:39am, sam. what the fuck!" i scream loudly.
he kicks off his shoes and lays down next to me. he shows me his phone, which was an email.
"read it!" he exclaims, shoving his phone into my hands. i let out an exasperated sigh, and began to read the email.
Hello, Sam Hurley! We've seen your TikToks on the ForYou page a lot lately, and we have took in notice of your follower count. You've gained many supporters in the last few months, and we are proud! Other TikTok stars are going on tour around America, and hopefully around the world, to meet their fans. We would love for you to come on board and join them!
Let us know. Stanley Jennings.
my eyes widen as i read the message, a smile forming on my lips. words couldn't describe how happy and proud i was for sam. my boyfriend was really famous, wow.
"you think i should do it?" he asks.
the fact he asks for my opinion, makes me happy. "sam, you don't even have to ask me. i know you want to, just go ahead. this is a great way for you to branch out and see what you wanna do, ya know? i'm so proud of you, baby. you can make new friends and everything." i peck his lips.
"thanks, babe. i love you."
"i love you, too. let's talk more about this later, i'm so tired." i tell him, shutting my eyes and wrapping my arms around his body.
he chuckles, pulling me closer to him.
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days later, sam went to a meeting with a bunch of other tik tok boys, and he decided he will go on tour. with the exception of me coming with him. it was for the summer, and my parents are letting me do it.
i was slightly nervous, i'm not that great at meeting new people. sam was. he always was.
"babe, just pack. we're leaving tomorrow." sam whines from my bed. i groan, exiting my closet. "i don't know what to bring!"
"just bring a bunch of your dresses, some shorts and shirts. no matter what you wear, you look beautiful in. just, i prefer no clothes." he winks, making me shake my head and laugh. "just, no one else can see you naked. just me."
"same goes for you." i say, flinging one of my lacy thongs at him. he picks it up and smirks. "for me?"
"of course." i joke.
"i'm horny." he says.
"no." i shake my head. i grab the thing out of his hand, and my door bursts open. "god, dear. that door opens fast, jesus." my mom mutters, walking into my room.
"you haven't finished packing, yet? kylie..." my mom trails, silently judging me. "i'm almost done, mom." i tell her.
she sighs, handing sam and i two sandwiches. "i went to the deli and got some sandwiches. they're your favorites. i'll be upstairs if you need me." my mom says, placing them down on the bed. she kisses the top of my head and exits the room.
"i love your mom." sam says, opening his tuna sub. i grimace, "tuna." i pretend to gag.
"okay, miss italian blt." he says, picking up my sandwich. "try it." i say, raising an eyebrow.
he takes a small bite, and closes his eyes as he chews. he moans slightly, and looks up at me. "that's so fucking good."
"best thing in your mouth, right." i say, taking a seat next to him on my bed.
i grab my sandwich out of his hands. "you know what's the best thing in my mouth?" he asks.
my eyes widen, "don't say it!"
"your puss-" i take his pillow and put it on his face. "stop!" i exclaim.
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he laughs, taking the pillow out of my hands. he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me on top of him. "you're beautiful." he says in a sing-song voice.
"so are youuu."
he looks at my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "i love you." he says. his voice was raspy, and it caused butterflies in my stomach. the feeling was so special, and i loved it. but i hate how sick it would make me feel. i'm lovesick.
"i love you, so much." i tell him, pressing my lips on top of his.
