Weak Around You✔️

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{Sunday}

"Your worst battle is between what you know and what you feel."

~Unknown

{Sebastian}

My eyes adjust to my room which bathes itself in sunlight. I yawn and stretch my aching limbs, a lazy smile forming on my lips. Ripping the sheets off my body and still laying there some more, I sigh in content at the comfort of the warm sun.

Until something hit me like a tilde wave, oh.

Shooting up in my bed my face pales. "Did I kiss Sam!?" I whisper shouted to myself. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-" My eyes opened to its full length when I remembered last night.

With my eyes wide they land on a confounded Sam.

It came flashing at me like hazed memories, and finally, bits and pieces of the scenario rolled into my head.

"Why the fuck are you following me? What do you want?" She bellows out, her breathing heavy and fists clasped.

"You know," I starts off, my eyes never leaving hers as I scrutinize. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you're affected by me."

Her eyes flutter close and my stomach clamps itself. "Stop-" she chokes out, creating hotness to settle bellow.

My lips moulded themselves against her own plumped ones, and without too long of a moment that passed us, she kisses me back.

A needy growl escapes my lips.

Ripping her off the hard surface I laid her down onto the mattress-

I yelled out into my pillow from embarrassment.

It was me, but it was the darkness inside of me that took advantage of the situation. "And I was forced upon by my best friend?! But, that's not the point."

What am I going to tell mom and dad? That side hasn't come out in a long time (apart from when I burnt my hand) -and someone witnessed it as well- that person also being Sam.

That's the 2nd time it come out when she was around.

Not wasting any more time, I rushed to the kitchen, hair a mess and my pajamas twisted around my lean body. What do I say? I can't just waltz on in and say 'Morning guys. Also by the way, you know that thing that runs in our family? Yeah, well, it came for a visit last night- how cool, right?' No way in hell.

Taking a deep breath in, I will myself to step into the kitchen and smile at both of my parents.

"Morning, son." My dad greets 1st.

I smile wider, "Morning." I breathe out. I go into the fridge and look for something to eat, but stop when I hear a slight chuckle.

Confused I turn around. "You don't see the pancakes?" My mom questions amused.

I scan the bench top and shake my head. "No, I didn't." I reply back with a light laugh. "Thank you."