prompts 5 and 15 - Sam 5 - "Stop, you're scaring people." 15 - "I will literally break up with you right now." "I dare you, fucker!"
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w h a t a l e g e n d . . .
Sam after a show was, well, a little chaotic. And that was without alcohol. Once you added multiple liqours into the mix he became almost psychotic. Tonight was no different. You had decided against your better judgement to go with Sammy boy on a particularly short leg of the boys' tour. It was unlike anything you had ever expierenced. Almost every night was spent in a new place, you got to meet some amazing people, and you and Sam got to spend a lot of time together.... ( bowchickawow ;) )
You loved having Sam as a boyfriend. He was everything you'd ever wanted; funny, talented, occasionally smart (mostly just a smartass tho), an actual greek god... the list could go on.
Except right now.
You buried your head into your arms that were folded on the table. He was an absolute mess; belting out songs that you're pretty sure he made up, attempting to do a front-flip with Jake, losing his shoes, typical drunk Sam stuff. Anything that could go wrong was going wrong.
Eventually, he plopped down next to you, red-eyed, sweaty, and trying to catch his breath, all while never losing the absolute stupidest grin you've ever seen. "What's up with you?" He asked, seemingly slurring it all into one syllable. You raised your head from your arms a little. You took in all of his drunken glory, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "Oh god." You sighed embarrasingly, laying your head back down. You were almost the exact opposite of Sam; where he was charismatic and outgoing, you were perfectly content to sit alone without anyone knowing you existed. "Come on, babe." He laughed, nudging your side with a bony elbow. You contorted at the sensation, bending away from him. "Ugh Sam, just stop, you're scaring people. Look." You nodded your head toward a couple of girls giggling and looking confused at the boy sitting next to you. He waved at them, winking and giving them an award winning smile. They turned red, and giggled some more before returning back to their drinks. "No, I'm not. Look they're laughing. People don't laugh when they're scared, babe." He replied, trying to kiss your forehead, but missed and hit your eye. "Jesus, Sam!" You winced, rubbing it. "People do laugh, however, when you're making an absolute ass out of yourself." "I... am not... being an ass." He lowly replied, giggling a little, "you just don't know how to have fun." "This shit isn't fun, Samuel! It's gonna land you in an ER someplace!" You hissed in a whisper. You sighed, sitting up a little. "God, I hope they think I don't know you." He pretended to act offended and gasped dramatically. "Me?" He sassily responded, "Honey, it's an honor to know me." "Great,' you thought, "now I've brought out diva Sam."
He stood up onto the booth seat, grasping your shoulder for support. "Everybody," he yelled loudly, making you sink as low as you could into your chair, "eve- everybody? This is my girlfriend! This girl right here." He pointed at you.
You shot up out of pure outrage, knowing full well that you wouldn't be doing this if if wasn't for the adrenaline now coursing through you. "Samuel Francis, I will literally break up with you right now." You spat at him through your teeth. You thought this would bring him off of his chair, but instead he stayed on it, making him about 8 feet tall. "I DARE YOU, FUCKER!" He loudly yelled and pointed at you, making people turn your way and snicker. "Okay, we're leaving." You firmly said, grabbing his forearm and pulling his lanky body off of the table. He stumbled a little bit, complaining about how he wanted to stay, trying to follow you as you walked as fast as you could out of the bar. You shoved him into your car passenger seat, and quickly got in, hightailing it home. "Wha- Why are we leaving, sweetie?" He asked, his voice cracking. "It's way past your bed-time, Sammy." You firmly replied, your knuckles clenched tightly around the wheel. "Oh. Okay." He softly replied. He didn't say much for a while, and when you looked over at him, he was out like a light. "You dork." You softly laughed, looking at him sleep next to you.
Once you got him inside your house, guiding him to the bed, he drifted off once again, only getting up to run to the bathroom and throw up 3 times. You held his long hair back as he did, and making sure he got back in bed safely. It was a long night for the both of you, but somehow you both drifted off to sleep.
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"Baby, my head hurts." He mumbled into a pillow next to you. You fluttered open your eyes and looked at the clock. 9:30 AM. You rolled over into him. "That's what happens when you drink half your weight in alcohol." You yawned as he brought you closer. He laid there for a while, just holding your head to him. "Do you even remember anything about last night?" You asked, looking up to meet his eyes. He chuckled and shook his head no. You looked again at your alarm clock. It was nearly ten. You rolled out of bed to make yourself some coffee. You were halfway out of your room when you heard Sam call you, making you turn around. "Did- um, I-" he was sitting up now, running his large hand through his hair, "...were you really gonna dump me?" You smiled at him. "Yes, Samuel," you sarcastically said, "I was gonna dump you. And besides, you dared me." He rolled his eyes and threw his pillow at you. "How could I, since it's such an honor to know you?" You shouted as you walked into the kitchen, knowing he wouldn't get the joke.
Oof
So imma try and write these in the order they were requested so it might be a while for some of you to get y'all juice.
But don't worry, you ALL will get y'all juice sooner or later.
