My Crazy Addiction (Sam Wilkinson Fanfic)

That Party Life ♡ Continued

I got really bored just sitting there by myself. I really needed to talk to other people. I got up and walked down the stairs.

I walked outside and my head was down. About 3 seconds later, my life flashed before my eyes because I ran into someone. It was a guy. He was tall and very handsome. He had brown eyes and brown hair and his skin was white.

He told me he was really sorry. I told him to watch where he was going next time. I walked away. I felt so bad for what I said, but I didn't have the time to stand there and do nothing. I turned around to look back at him, and he stood there staring at me. He was smiling. I smiled back, I felt like a dumb ass because I literally just yelled at him. I fuck up a lot.

*20 minutes later* I had a green bottle in my hand, and a burning blunt in the other. I was very dizzy. I started seeing the walls move, and the people looked different. I kept laughing at every little thing.

There was that boy I ran into again. He came and sat next to me on the couch. He wasn't high or drunk. But he looked like he was about to develop into it. He said "hey." I said hey back. His smile was perfect. His teeth were perfect as well. They were white and his lips looked kissable. I shook my head out of a scenario of me and him making out.

"What's your name?" And smiled. Hannah. "I like it. I'm sam." Cool. I smiled. "So how old are you?" 19. "No way, are you really?" Yeah. Is that a good or bad thing? "It's really good. You look a little older." I smiled. I asked him how old he is. "I'm 20." His smile made my heart flutter and my stomach would churn. He seemed really nice.

The alcohol started to kick in. He started saying some random shit. I started laughing. When I laugh, I sound like someone gasping for air. I hated it.

He started to touch my hair. He played with the hair that was covering my face. His lips met mine. I pushed back, I asked him what the hell that was for. He apologized. "I'm sorry. You're just really cute." I smiled. He asked me for my number. I gave it to him. I thought he was beyond perfect. But he could be a jackass for all I know.

As soon as i finished the bottle, I blacked out. I thought a scenario had popped into my head but it was actually real life. I couldn't wake up, but I could feel myself trying to. I thought I was dead. I felt so embarrassed because I was laying on the floor, passed out. I bet I looked fucked up. *10 minutes later* I woke up. Sam was staring in my eyes. The alcohol and blunt seemed to be waring off of the both of us. I felt a little normal. It was 3:27 in the morning. I was ready to go. "Do you need a ride home?" Asked sam. Actually no, I came here with my friend. "Oh." He smiled.

I told him I would see him later and I asked him to text me later. He smiled and said bye. I gave him a hug.

I was looking around for Sarah. I looked everywhere. I went to the drug room and saw her on the bed. She was layed out and she looked pretty fucked up. I went up to her. I shook her body. Sarah. It's me, Hannah. Let's go. "Okay just a minute" Sarah come on. I'm serious. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Sarah got up. "Can you drive? I feel fucked up." Her makeup was smeared everywhere, her eyes were bright red, she smelled like pot, her hair was messed up. She gave me the keys.

We were walking down the hill and she fell down, face flat on the ground. Ohh Sarah oh my god. I started to panic. I ran to pick her up and her face was bleeding. Her nose and lip were bleeding a lot. There was no way I could take her to the hospital. She's drunk and they would know. You can smell drugs on her and everything. Plus, she's an underaged drinker. I shook my head. I took her to the car and sat her down. I shut the door and walked over to the drivers side. I started the car.

We pulled up in the driveway. I dragged her in the house and put her in her bed. I cleaned up the blood on her face and put two bandages on her face. She looked beyond fucked up. I couldn't bare to keep my eyes open any longer. I kicked off my heels, put my hair in a ponytail, and fell face flat in my bed.