inspired by The Lost Boys because yes
"Sam lights out!"
"Come on mom just one more page, I'm almost finished."
Sam was practically on his knees begging to his mom and Lucy could never understand one little bit the deep connection between a boy and his comics.
Sam didn't even like that horror stuff that he was reading, he'd always scream at the creatures that his lamp made and the voices that the wind would create. It was a sight for sure to see a grown-ass kid running around screaming in his bedroom.
"No Sam, we have a busy day tomorrow. It's grandpa's animal festival thingy! Plus I need to know you're living a healthy lifestyle while I'm gone."
"How could I forget? Your 'big date'. Yes and this comic is helping me to prepare for either a) being kidnapped/murdered by vampires and/or b) deal with the horror that will be that festival, mom. Try to understand!"
I had to admit when Sam got all whiny and teenagery while making up excuses not to go places or bicker with his mom, I couldn't help but chuckle at him. It was like he was a character, all exaggerated in all the right places- too good to be true you could say. But, here he was right in front of me while I was in the shadows.
"Fine. No more attitude though. This family's been through a lot."
"I know. I know"
"20 minutes then lights out."
He smiles that goofy flirty smile of his, looking straight towards the closet doors.
"You're the best!"
"I know!"
Nanook trotted after Lucy proudly to wave her off I'm sure.
The door shut and another one opens. I come falling out of that closet as if I was being suffocated by stuffed dead animals, dirty designer laundry and hidden posters of gorgeous girls. I coughed, catching my breath from having to hide my breath all the time and all he does is laugh mischievously at his mom's stupidity.
"You okay?" he asks, laughing at my outburst quite literally.
"Are you kidding? Do you know how many times this thing poked me in the butt?" I held up a dead hedgehog carefully, feeling the tiny pokes still in my butt from earlier.
He could only laugh and lift his brows.
"Well you better get used to it, it's not the only thing that's gonna be poking you tonight."
I put the dead animal down, feeling as if it was slightly out of place and copy Sam's devilish invitation to his bed where he was laying.
"Is that so?"
I make my way over to him, his comic book laying on his chest as there is better entertainment in front of him now- or so I hoped. I straddle his slightly sitting position, hands comfortable finding their comfort place around his neck and weaving into his blonde hair comfortably. It was still wet from where he bathed earlier and stuck to his flushing face like the sauce to spaghetti.
"Was it worth the wait?" he asks, looking to the closet again where there was a tiny intimidating gap that all the animals could peer out of if they wanted to.
I slid down him, embracing his warm chest over his duvet until he throws it over us both, locking us together in a place so that we could never escape. I didn't really want to either.
"I'm in no rush," I whisper, looking up at him as I finish to see him already figuring me out from above.
His big blue eyes looked at me and I knew they wondered 'what is this girl?' and 'how did I get so lucky?' and this wasn't me being selfish, it was a fact since he reminded me of those questions every single moment we spent together. I wondered the same thing but he's a guy so kinda wondered differently.
