The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Chapter 8

Originally written: December 20, 2014
Edited: November 21, 2015
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"Nash?" I said, turning around and looking at the beautiful blue eyed boy I had once called my best friend. He's changed in the past couple months. His hair got extremely long, and he looks more tired than usual.

"Sammi," he smiled at me and looked from me to Sammy. He obviously just saw pretty much everything. Then he grabbed my wrist.

"You told me you'd never do it again," he murmured as he traced my scars. I didn't jerk my arm away, but I stiffened.

"Yeah, well, that was before you tried to rape me," he looked at me with hurt in his eyes. He dropped my arm and looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry about that," he said, looking back up at me. I shrugged.

"Uh, I think you're making her uncomfortable," Sammy stepped in, but I shook my head.

"No, Sammy. Let me deal with this on my own." he looked at me and turned around so we could talk.

"Sammy, I need you back," he said quietly, looking into my eyes, which caused me to look into his bold blue ones.

"As what? A girlfriend? I'm good," I replied. He shook his head.

"No, no. Like how it was before. When we were best friends." I looked at my feet and he grabbed my hand. "Please."

I whipped my hand away. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore," I folded my arms across my chest, feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to catch my gaze. But I averted his eyes. "I don't know what I was thinking," he ran a hand through his Harry Style's like hair. I laughed and shook my head.

"Harry Stiles," I murmured, and he laughed too.

"Is that a yes?" he asks, a hopeful smile on his face. I sighed before nodding. He held out his arms, and I leaned into them. He didn't let go of me even when I let go of him. He looked so happy to be hugging me. Then I noticed Sammy looking pissed. I pushed his arms off of me quickly and smiled awkwardly.

"What's going on between you and Sam?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"I don't know, really," I said.

"Nash, let's go!" a cute dirty blonde haired boy called from a tour bus I never noticed. He gave me a smile when he saw me looking towards him, and waved.

"Well, that's my call," he said, smiling.

"Am I missing something here?" I asked, looking at the huge bus.

"Oh, yeah. I'm like kind of famous. I'm going on tour with like 10 other guys. I have 5 million followers on vine." he explained, and my mouth gaped.

"What?" I said, and Johnson's blonde hair poked out of the bus too.

"Sammi!" he called, and he and Gilinsky ran over to me and hugged me.

"Hi guys," I said, laughing. Nash was confused. "They're friends with Sammy," I said, and he nodded.

"Um, excuse me, get off of my girlfriend," Sammy said angrily, and Johnson and Gilinsky backed off.

"Dude, you're dating her now? Nice, bro." Gilinsky raised his hand for a high-five, and I glared at them both.

"I'm not property, and Sam, last time I checked, you never asked me to be your girlfriend," I said, shaking my head. Sammy came over to me.

"Okay, then. Sammi, will you be my girlfriend?" Sammy asked, smirking.

"Maybe," I replied, and spun on my heel and headed back to my house. Everyone was too stunned to follow me. I headed up to my room and got in the shower.

Phase 2: See if he really wants you.

This wasn't much of a test for Sammy anymore... it was beginning to be a test for me. To see if I could really trust Sammy. I was going to have to make these tests a little harder...

And then the wars were born.

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