Anyone home? 🌙

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I walked down the cold streets of Kansas, smiling to myself as I replayed the night with Sam in my head. The way his head made its way to my shoulder, how close we were. My heart was so full of happiness I felt like I was on top of the world. I laughed to myself, for no particular reason. I was just happy. I smiled, looking up at the sky, a crescent moon sitting proudly in the darkness up above. A shiver went down my spine, and I started to rub my arms to get warm. My bare arms were covered in goosebumps...wait. My bare arms? Where was my hoodie? "Oh for gods sake," I muttered, as it clicked in my brain I'd left my nice thick hoodie on Sam's bed. I stopped walking, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans and turning around. I'd just pop back and get it, they wouldn't mind right? I started to jog in an attempt to warm myself up. It worked, luckily. I turned back up in front of sam's house, bending over with my hands pressed to my thighs. I was out of breath and tired, but atleast I wasn't shivering anymore. I started to walk towards Sam's front door, but something felt off. I couldn't put my finger too it, but when I stopped walking, I realised all the lights were off. The curtains weren't shut or anything, but each room was filled with an eerie darkness that sent chills through my body. "Great, they've gone to bed," I sighed, not exactly keen on the idea of having to wake up the Golbach family. I hadn't met Sam's dad and siblings, but I would rather meet them in other circumstances. I don't think that waking them up from peaceful slumbers would be a great first impression. Nevertheless, I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I raised my eyebrows, ringing the doorbell again. Nothing. Hm. Weird. I sighed and turned around, and instantly the empty driveway caught my eye. Their car wasn't there. So, they weren't home? I looked at the time on my phone. 8 o'clock. The time Sam's mum always wants him back, but they're not here? I slowly started to walk away from the house, looking back one more time before walking away completely. So, maybe sam's mum wanted him home at 8, not to go sleep, but to go somewhere. Weird. Really, really weird.

Sorry, this is so short.
Butttt I promise it's about to get good 🤫

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