"hello" johnson answered on the third ring, why did i just call him? I don't know.
I didn't speak, nothing would come out. why am i calling him and not chasing after my boyfriend?
"sorry wrong number" i slurred throwing my phone into my purse and going down stairs to find sammy.
i can't even think straight, or even see straight. I tried to look for sammy everywhere but i just couldn't find him.
"where's Sammy?" i asked a familiar face, his name is cameron... I think.
"he went to his car, is everything ok?" he asked and I nodded and thanked him running outside, my feet are absolutely killing me and i wish I was wearing flats at the moment.
i got to his car, I saw him in there and his eyes were glued to his phone.
i opened the car door, causing him too jump. As soon as he saw my face he focused his eyes back too his phone.
I sat in the passenger seat hoping he will just take us home so I could sleep, I don't have a explanation of moaning Johnson's name when we were kissing so there's really nothing I can say right now.
"can we go?" I asked, he didn't say anything but he put his phone in his pocket and started the car.
as soon as we got home i plopped onto the couch, trying my hardest too take off my shoes that were killing me all night long.
"here," he said walking towards me and taking off my shoes and walking into the bedroom.
i decided it would be best for me to sleep out here, in this itchy dress.
,
the next morning I woke up with the biggest head ache. I searched the whole apartment but sammy was no where to be found, he left.
i sighed, going into the kitchen for a glass of water.
"fuck" I mumbled realizing we never went shopping for stuff for the house.
I'm thirsty, im hungry, and sammy took the only car we had.
sammy told me he always had a car here because he used to be here in LA all the time, but now I don't have a car.
He's mad at me anyway, last night was a bit blurry to me but i can still remember me moaning Johnson's name, why would i do that? that must really hurt him. If I was kissing his neck and he moaned Mallory's name I would probably pack my shit and move back to Omaha.
Interpreting my thoughts, sammy walks in, he has about eight bags in his hands.
he put it all on the counter and started to un pack it. Gladly it is kitchen stuff and food.
"im sorry," i finally said and he stopped and walked towards me causing my heart to beat fast.
"what" he said inches away from me
"im sorry for doing that, i didn't know" i really didn't know, I don't remember actually saying that but i did.
"that was so fucked up" he practically whispered. He's right.
he looked me in the eyes, staring at me. I didn't know what too say. There's not point of fighting back when this was all my fault.
"if you love johnson so much then go move in with him," he started to yell and i shook my head.
"no" I said moving closer to him and bringing my hand too his cheek.
He didn't move, or flinch. He just looked at me waiting for me too say something.
"i-i love you" I whispered, a tear escaping my eye.
