not over you // m.espinosa & s.wilk, ft l.butler

(25) Crashing the Night

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song of the chapter: lay me down by sam smith

"Who was that dude?" Sammy harshly asked. I glared at him before closing the door.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned in the same tone. He raised one eyebrow, not prepared for my harsh tone.

I took a step back and folded my arms against my chest, staring him down.

"Hey," he said making his way toward me, "I can't come visit you?"

Grabbing my waist between his hands, he began kissing my neck. I could practically smell the alcohol aroma on him.

"Are you drunk?" I asked slightly
pushing him away from me.

"That doesn't matter." his voice raised.

"Sammy shut up. There's other people here. Did you drive all by yourself?" I said walking over to him and putting his arm around my shoulder.

He murmured something that I couldn't understand and I began making our way to the basement.

I wasn't going to let Sammy sleep in my room with Logan and Morgan there.

"Hey, hey. I wanna see your room let's go." he slurred, as he tried to walk us to the stairs.

"Sammy stop." I said, lightly hitting him on the chest. He kept resisting at first until he got tired and stopped.

We slowly headed toward the couches, until I realized that there were no blankets or pillows.

I heard one of the doors and open and footsteps inch closer to me.

"Beverly?" I turned around to see a half-asleep Avia, "who is that?"

"Sweetie, it's just a friend of mine. He isn't feeling well so he's staying here. Just go back to bed, I'll be fine." I assured her. She stood there, contemplating for a moment, then nodded.

Before she could head to sleep she gave me a hug and then waltzed back to her room.

I huffed as it blew the start piece of hair away from my face. Sammy has already managed to fall asleep and I was so close to the couch.

We finally, well, I finally made it to the couch and I carefully placed him on there. Making sure he was asleep, I quickly ran back upstairs to my room to grab some pillows and a blanket for the both of us.

Quietly walking inside, I made sure Logan and Morgan weren't sleeping. Luckily, they were sprawled out on the floor, in their blankets, randomly talking.

"You heading to bed now?" Morgan asked as she sat up from Logan's grasp.

"Uhm yea, but you guys can crash on my bed. My friend is here and not I'm the best condition so I'm going to sleep on the couch with them." I said grabbing a few pillows and my duvet.

"Are you sure you're okay woth that?" Logan asked getting up as well.

"Of course. You guys don't need to sleep on the floor. I'm just gonna change real quick." I said walking into my closet.

I put on some fleece pants and a long sleeve. I rummaged through my drawers looking for anything Sammy could wear.

"Hey Logan?" I called out, stressing over nothing.

"Yes Bev?" he replied, his faint voice said.

"Do you have any clothes that you would mind lending to me?" I asked, hoping he would question for a reason.

He was silent for a second and thankfully as I waited in complete silence, I found a pair of sweat pants that actually belonged to him.

I walked out of the closet as he held out a white v-neck to me. I thankfully took it and said my goodnights.

I hurriedly walked to the couch where I left Sammy as he lay there like he was dead.

Lightly shaking his shoulder, I whispered his name.

"yes?" his hoarse voice spoke.

"Go change." I demanded. I knew he wouldn't do anything if I wasn't forcing him to. Especially in this condition.

He didn't budge but I knew he had to change. His clothes reeked of alcohol and sweat and if Shay or Colette smelt it, I would be in trouble.

I'm probably in trouble for having him over without their permission.

After a few minutes of waiting for him to move, I had no luck and decided that I would have to do it for him.

I took off his pants and furiously put on his sweatpants, hoping he would wake up. With no luck, I had no mercy for taking off and putting on his shirt.

Taking his clothes, I threw them in the washing machine. Walking back to where he was, I took the pillow and placed his head underneath it.

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us him. He didn't react at all but he eventually cuddled himself in the blanket.

I walked over to the couch that was right next to it and lay there as I slowly fell into my slumber.

***

"So your just gonna leave him there?" Peyton asked, eating the pancake Colette just served.

"Well, he's hungover. Plus I'm not not letting him stay here." I said pouring him and Emmi a glass of orange juice.

I had to tell Shay and Colette about Sammy. They were perfectly fine except for the fact that he was drunk underage.

I mean, they don't have rights for him but it surely doesn't make a first impression.

"So he just came here and crashed? Why didn't you tell me it was guy, I could've taken care of it." Logan said, flexing his muscles.

"Well that's one reason why," I laughed pointing to his muscles, "and I don't even know how he knows that this is where I'm staying. Maybe Tina or something."

It got silent, talking coming from only the tv. Footsteps began making there way to the kitchen. I thought it was Shay but I was completely wrong.

"My head is killing me," Sammy said looking up, "oh hi."

All eyes went on him as he stood there awkwardly. Everyone quickly went back to their normal conversation as I walked him over to the front door.

"You're kicking me out?" he asked in disbelief. I impatiently tapped my foot, waiting for his explanation as to why he was in Idaho.

"I'm here because the Jacks and I were in our way to LA and I wanted to see you." he said, finally understanding what I was waiting for.

"Yes, I am kicking you out." I said, shoving him his clothes and urging him out the door.

"Hey I wanted to talk. Just because you and Matthew got into fight, doesn't make it between all of us." he defended himself.

"Well technically, it does because everyone acts like they don't know me. Plus your cab is here so I think it's time for you to leave." and with that I opened the door, pushed him out, and slammed it before he could reply.

It may seem harsh but I just really need to get away from everything during the holidays and this seemed like the only way.