•*My Bad Boy*•

|••sad boi?••|

Sam's p.o.v

We reached the top of the building. It was a beautiful view! I could see the green tree line of kansas. He let go of my hand, and picked me up bridal style.
"HEY, PUT ME DOWN" I kicked and screamed playfully.
He better not throw me off the roof
He carried me to the edge, and I stopped playing.
No
"Hey, HEY! LET ME GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
he just smiled widely and playfully.

He swung me as if to throw me off!

"AHHHHH"

All of a sudden I hit the ground- but on my feet?

I opened my eyes and saw him laughing his ass off!

"What the hell!?" I yelled.
Wtf

He just continued laughing.

"You s-shouldve seen y-your f-face!"
He said STILL laughing. I just stood there with my arms crossed over my chest and one eye brow up in a 'sassy' way- playfully

He finally stopped laughing "you think I would throw you off blondie?"
I blushed at the nickname and whipped my head to the ground, so he wouldn't see the light pink on my cheeks.

He walked up to me and used his middle and index finger to lift up my chin. "I would never" He said, kind of whispering while staring into my eyes. I never noticed how truly beautiful his eyes were- an ocean blue. I starred back into his, he winked and put his hand down, runnin towards a beat up door.

"C'mon blondie, you haven't even seen the best part yet!" He yelled from where he was.

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He then led me to a graffiti filled room. It was closed off to he couldn't 'pretend' to throw me off. I took a better look at it and noticed a been bag chair, a desk, and a regular chair?
does he live here or something?

"This is basically my hide out" He said, raising his arms up, to kinda display everything.

"This is AWESOME" I answered truthfully, because it really was! The graffiti made it look really cool.

I went to sit down at the desk, as he pulled out the chair for me, grinning. I grinned back and turned facing the desk as he scooted me back towards it.

I looked in the little drawer on the side, which had some spray pant- I'm guessing for graffiti, some acrylic paint, paper, small canvases, some pant brushes, and like 2 dollars.

I tried looking in the other draw before he held it closed with his hand. I smiled and looked at him, thinking he was joking but he was looking down at the ground, ashamed?

"What's in here?" I asked worriedly. What if there was like- a, bloody knife, or a gun, or-

I got more worried with the thoughts that came to my mind.

He just stood there looking down, more ashamed by the second. I stood up and put my hands on the side of his cheeks, lifting his face up as his hand fell from the drawer.

"You can tell me anything, you know that right?" I said with worried eyes. He looked back at the drawer, and slowly opened it, revealing 2 razor blades. And then he lifted up the paper the blades were on.

"W-what?" I said looking back at him. He looked at his feet- I hated seeing him like this. I wanted the playful version of him back. I hugged him tightly. What was under the paper was 4 bloody razors and a gun. A pistol to be specific.

"I'm so sorry- I shouldn't have asked to see- please dont-" I was cut off by his words "no- I'm sorry. I can't help it. I won't anymore." I felt a tear fall on my shoulder as he pulled away from the hug that suddenly formed when I saw the gun. I put my hands on his shoulders. "it's okay" I said trying to smile, at least a little.

I shut the drawer so I could change the subject. "Anyways, I love this place!" He smiled and replied with a 'thank you' as he sat down on the bean bag chair, jestering me to come sit beside him, as I did so.

I really like this boy;)

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