I'm A Nightmare and You're Going Crazy - an Of Mice & Men FanFiction

Product of a Murderer

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Just thought I might share that with you :3

Once again, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes; typing stories on your phone is hard!

NOW, FOR THE CHAPTER!! ENJOY, FELLOW WATTPADDIANS!

~Sam's POV~

Leah and Austin had been gone for a few hours now, and I was sitting on the couch, with my feet tucked under me and a cup of hot-chocolate in my hands, watching late night TV. It was about 1am, and I couldn't sleep, once again.

It's been 2 weeks since I ran away, and I never expected to be living with Alan Ashby. He'd taken me under his wing after he found me passed out in the middle of the street, in the pouring rain.

Ever since then, I'd gotten sacked from my job as an apprentice photographer for RockSound magazine, for an unknown reason, and I'd scored a new job, which involves going on tour with a certain band and being their photographer.

And the best part about it, was that I start tomorrow!

Of Mice & Men were leaving on Warped Tour tomorrow, and Leah and I were going with them. That was why I wasn't sleeping right now - I was just too damn pumped!

I hadn't been able to sleep since I left, but I didn't tell him that. My depression and anxiety were raging. That's the main reason I couldn't sleep. The other was Warped. And my mixed feelings for a certain someone...

In the early hours of the morning, I would sneak back into my room and act like I was sleeping, until it seemed like the right time to 'wake' up.

But Warped Tour....oh my god. I've only ever dreamt of getting enough money to buy a god damned ticket, let alone DO THE WHOLE FUCKING TOUR!!! And! And, I get to meet the bands on tour (well, some of them) and I get to let my passion for photography run wild! Oh my god. I can't believe it! And it's all thanks to Leah! She begged and pleaded with Austin, and he finally caved into her constant whining, teasing, and sucking up.

"Can't sleep, hey?" Alan's voice brought me back to reality. It was hoarse and coated in sleep, making him sound oh so sexy.

I looked over to see him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, with a small smile on his face. He was only in boxer shorts, and his mop of ginger hair was sticking up in all different directions. Fuck, did he look cute.

I stifled a laugh nervous and nodded, "Nope, I guess I'm too pumped for Warped tomorrow!"

He smiled and sauntered over to the couch, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

We'd gotten really close, and I considered him my best friend (other than Leah) at the moment. He'a always there for me when I need a shoulder, and that's a lot. The day I got sacked, he sat with me on the wet grass and let me cry into his chest with no complaint.

I learnt about his past, as he leant about mine. I told him everything, and he didn't kick me out or judge me. That was what shocked me the most.

And it's weird, because I'd always had a fangirl crush on him, but now I think I'm actually starting to develop proper feelings for him.... What? Pretend you didn't hear that. I must be delusional from lack of sleep.

"Warped tour isn't all it's cracked up to be," he squeezed my shoulder, "but it's pretty fucking fun. There's a certain cycle to it. Play. Get smashed. Wake up with a hangover. Play. Repeat."

I laughed at his explanation, "That just makes it seem more fun!" I laughed, bouncing around excitedly, and accidentally spilling the cup of boiling hot-chocolate on my lap in the process.

"Aww, FUCK! SHIT! OWWWWW!" I yelled, jumping off the couch and running around the room, laughing, and trying to stop the pain.

"Sam! You fucking clutz!" Alan yelled, running towards me, his arms outstretched.

I didn't see the smile on his face, or hear the laughter in his words. The cheeky glint in his eye wasn't bothering me - I didn't acknowledge it.

All I could think was, 'How hard is he gonna hit me?'

~Alan's POV~

She stopped running around suddenly and she froze, her head snapping in my direction, the terror plain in her eyes and written across her face. I stopped running and let my arms drop to my sides.

"Sam...." I forgot she was still tender from the years of abuse she had to put up with. She just looked so normal, running around, trying to cool the burning from the drink.

I feel like such a dick.

I was only going to give her a hug....

And maybe a kiss.

But I fucked up. Big time. Ugh. I'm mentally kicking myself at the moment.

"I'm going to change. Good night, Alan," Her voice broke the silence, but not the tension. It's so thick you could cut the fucker with a knife.

I sat done heavily on the couch and sighed. How could I forget? How could I forget about it all; the years of abuse she'd gone through and do what I thought was an innocent gesture, but to her it probably looked like I was going to hit her...

I flicked off the TV and cleaned up the mess from the spilt drink before heading off to bed, and failing at falling back asleep.

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"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! IT'S WARPED! IT'S WARPED! OH MY GOD ALAN! YOU STILL HAVEN'T PACKED YOUR SHIT! GET UP NOOOOOW!"

A light body jumped onto the bed and straddled my hips, shaking my shoulders roughly.

I sat up so quick I got a head spin. But it was worth it. The first thing I saw was Sam's face; full of happiness. Not to mention the fact I'd love to wake up to her pretty face every morning.

"Morning Sam," I mumbled groggily, holding my head, which was still spinning.

"No time to whine about being tired, you have to get packing! You haven't even packed your clothes yet, Alan! God, you're lazy!" She whacked me on the back of the head before flinging open the suitcase I dragged out from under my bed last night.

I watched her as she rifled through my wardrobe and threw random clothes into my suitcase.

"What time is it?" I looked at her a cocked my head to the side.

"Oh, it's only 1:30 and we're leaving in half an hour." I didn't see the sly smile she hid as she turned around.

"What!?" I jumped out of bed, grabbing some of the clothes she shoved in my case and ran to have a shower.

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~Sam's POV~

"WARPED TOUR, WAPRED TOUR! YAY!" I yelled excitedly as I skipped down the hallway from the spare room, dragging

my heavy suitcase with me.

Yeah, I know, it may seem like I'm overreacting but seriously, for someone who hasn't even travelled out of the city that she's been living in for 21 years, it's a pretty big thing.

"You seem excited!" Leah barged through the front door and wrapped me in a hug.

"Oh man, I feel like a kid in a fucking candy store!" I squeaked into her ear. She pulled back and held me at arms length, smiling widely.

"If she's like this before we even get on the bus, what is she gonna be like when we get there," Austin stage whispered to Alan. They burst out laughing.

"This is going to be a long trip," Alan smiled, punching me playfully on the shoulder.