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

Chapter 9

Edited: January 17th, 2017

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"Sammi!" I heard Sammy almost screaming from his window, but I just stayed in my bed and laughed to myself. "Gosh dammit Sammi, I know your in there! Open it!" I laughed again, knowing he was getting mad. I heard something hit my window, and I realized it was Sammy, sitting on the tiny ledge outside my window. His heels were hanging off of a 15 foot drop, so obviously I opened the window for him to come in.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" I said, a small smile on my face. He connected his lips to mine, but I pushed him away.

"Maybe I am, but you are too," he said. "I mean, why do you keep pushing this away?" he gestured up and down his body. I rolled my eyes.

"Gross," I mumbled, crossing my legs and sitting on my bed. "Get out," I said, pointing to the window.

"Why?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Because I said so," I replied, shrugging.

"No," he said firmly, smirking and taking his jacket off.

"Okay, let me help you there," I said, pulling his jacket back up his arms. "Get out or I'll scream rape!" I lightly patted his cheek and started to walk out of the room, but Sammy grabbed my wrist.

"RA-" I began to scream, but Sammy clapped his hand to my mouth. So I bit it.

"SAMMI! FUCK YOU!" he yelled, grabbing his hand.

"Oh, everyone wants to fuck me," I said, and walked out the door, slamming the door behind me. I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen where my 14-year-old brother, Josh, was sitting in the kitchen.

"Sup, little bro," I said, ruffling his hair and giving him a small hug.

"Yo," he replied, pushing me off. He's always either with friends or at his mom's house, we have different moms because I was a mistake. My parents were never married, just dated and had me when they were like 17. My dad married another woman, and they had Josh. I know, why does he live with us? Well, my mom and dad were so close even after he got married. So my mom is his godmother. Then my dad died, and my mom has shared custody with Josh's mom because she is a flight attendant and is gone a lot. Confusing, I know. But all you really need to know it that he's my half brother. The end.

"What's new?" I asked, opening the fridge and grabbing some orange juice.

"Well, I went to California with my mom for like 3 weeks," he said. That's where he was.

"Yeah, mom told me. Was it fun?" I asked, pouring the orange juice into a glass. Then I knocked it over because someone wrapped their arms around me from behind.

"God dammit Sammy! Look what you made me do!" I yelled as I felt his head on my shoulder. I tried to get him off of me, but he just held on tighter. Finally, I gave up and tried to clean it up with a rag. "Fuck you," I said.

"You're so cute when you're angry," he smirked and kissed my cheek. He took the rag from me and cleaned it up. I folded my arms and glared at the counter, but it was directed to him. He was still holding on to me from behind, his grip barely loosened even with one arm.

Sammy finished cleaning and spun me around, smiling and looking into my eyes. I was still glaring, but he smiled which caused me to smile. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Um, well, nice catching up," Josh said awkwardly, getting up from the table. I quickly tried to push Sammy away, but he just moved to my neck.

"Sammy! Get off!" he finally pulled his lips away from my neck and he pouted. "Josh, this is my uh, friend, Sammy,"

"Actually, I'm her boyfriend," Sammy said matter of factly. "And Josh and I are homies," Sammy said, and I shook my head.

"You aren't my boyfriend," I said and headed towards the stairs again. "I'll see you through the window."

"Wait, Sammi!" Sammy said, and I turned around. "Jack and Jack invited us to go to the bus with all there tour friends tonight at like 7."

"I'll be at your house at 6:45," I replied and headed back up the stairs.