My Little Hatefuck

Past

A/N Before this chapter starts, I would like to say thank you to everyone who actually reads this piece of shit. Haha, but in all seriousness thank you for all the reads, comments and votes. I'm suprised this actually got to 1K reads! Now, on to the chapter!

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*Ricky's P.O.V A couple weeks later* 

"Hey Blade! Will you hand me my drum sticks." James says while sitting on his stool.

"No! Your closer, get your lazy ass up and do it." I laugh.

I was waiting for Sam to go on and play her set. I love watching her preform. She's so different on stage. She's more happy.

"Y&B Your on!" About half way through the set Steve walks up to me.

"Are you and Sam still dating?" He asks.

"Yea, why?"

"Oh just wondering. Sam doesn't usually date people this long, well she doesn't keep anybody around for this long. Let alone the fact that she actually dating some one. I mean I would this she would have gave up after her... Incident..."

"What?" Sam told me she had trust issues but I didn't know why.

"Oh, I take it she hasn't told you."

"No?"

"Thanks for watching us play! Enjoy the rest of your time at Warped Tour!" Sam said and ran off the stage.

"Hey! Can you guys be lovelies and help James and I with the drums?"

"Sure." Steve says.

"I guess you'll have to ask her about it..." He says after Sam runs back to the drums.

After we finished cleaning up I had to preform. Sam stayed and watched. After we finished I purposely hugged her and practically rubbed my sweat all over her. I do it every show and she still try's to push me off but I'm stronger.

"Eww! No! Ricky stop!" She says trying to get out of my sweaty grip.

"No!" I say holding her tighter.

"Ugh your such a... A..." She couldn't think.

"What am I?" I ask making her more frustrated.

"Buttface! let me go!"

"Buttface?"

"You asked... That's all I could think of." I finally let go

"Now I smell like double sweat! Thanks Richard." She says with a pouty lip.

"Haha, your welcome Samantha." I say as I walk over and kiss her forehead.

"I need to take a shower, and by the smell of it so do you." I say jokingly.

"How about we go back to our buses, take shower, Then you can come to my bus and we can watch a movie in my room, I promise not to fall asleep on you this time..." She says.

"Sounds like a plan." I say pecking her lips.

*After showers and shit...* 

I knocked on Sam's bus door. Jackson answered it and told me Sam was in her room. I walk back an knock on the door.

"Come in!" I walk in to see Sam in sweat pants, a baggy shirt, no make up, and her hair all wet.

"I didn't feel like looking pretty..." She says sitting on her bed.

"You look beautiful like that." I say and lay down next to her.

"I needed you in high school..." She says lacing her fingers with mine.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I say with a chuckle.

"Your positive. I needed someone positive, but never put myself around people because my school was filled with stupid nobodies. Who went no where in life." I sit up an kiss her cheek.

"I wasn't this positive in high school. I was "That kid" in school." I say.

"Same. I was bullied everyday, said something to someone looking for help, almost everyday. Yet nobody helps the outcasts... You know, I actually use to be really pretty and did modeling, I obviously quit, but I use to do a lot of things..."

"Why did you quit modeling? Your beautiful."

"I looked like a plastic barbie... Plus nobody wants a tattooed model who was an emotional wreck."

"What do you mean?" She leaned back, starring at the ceiling.

"I was fucked up. You know, like mentally. I use to panic for no reason. I would hallucinate and scream and cry. They didn't want a person who was fucked up."

"What was wrong?" I say playing with her hair.

"Fuck I don't know. They said it was "A way of grief"." There was a knock on the door.

"Hey come out here, There is a little bit of a surprise here." Luna says through the door, Sam gets up and opens it.

"Its un-pleasant as fuck!" Luna whisper yells.