Right Place, Right Time - KianxSam (Lawlorff)

Ch. 2

*Sam's POV*

I woke up the next morning feeling as if yesterday was a dream. It clearly wasn't though.

I have nothing planned for today.

I got out of bed, walked to my bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. Ugh, hideous. I turned the water on cold and started to splash my face with the water, trying to make myself more awake. It usually works pretty well.

My room is like my safe place, I barely leave it. I mean there's occasions I will, but otherwise I pretty much live in there. I should probably get out more, that's more than likely one of the reasons I'm depressed. Cooped up in a room all day isn't a way to live life. There are other reasons for my depression of course, but I really don't like to discuss them.

Laying back on my bed in an odd position, I started to think about things. Should I text Kian or is it too soon? Will he think I'm weird? I don't want him to think I don't have any other friends or something. I don't want to be dependent on someone, and then have them get annoyed and leave me.

Thoughts filled my head. Each one getting more strange.

Ugh I don't know. I broke away from my thoughts about Kian. Opened my laptop and stared at the screen as it came up. Finally, it started I went to youtube and started listening to music. Man, I really need to get out more. As I lay, looking up at the ceiling, I hum to the various songs I put on. Today's going to be a long day...

Well, I fell asleep, sleeping most of the day away. I get up and decide I better eat something even though I really don't want to. Looking through the cupboards, nothing really catches my eye. I go into the freezer and grab a toaster struddel and put it in the toaster, waiting for it to toast. A minute later, I grab it out and burn my finger-lovely-I take the frosting and start putting it on. I look down and notice I wrote Kians name with the frosting, I smear it away. Fuck, why am I thinking of him, I barely know him, we just met, he doesn't even like me, he just feels bad for me. Ugh ugh ugh.

I grab my plate and sit on the couch, turn on the tv and start flipping through the channels-nope-ew-never in my life-what the fuck is that, I settle for some horror movie, and start eating.

Once I'm finished with my food, I don't even bother watching the rest of the movie, I go back to my room, look at my phone-0 calls-0 messages-cool. I turn it off. I plop face first on my bed, muttering out 'I wish I had friends.'

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So here's chapter two. Sorry for the long wait, I was feeling a little unmotivated. But I really wanna continue with this story.

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//Hayley - twitter: lovesweptlawley