Sam ♥
Name: Sam
Origin: American
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Baby Blue
Personality: Shy, quiet, kind, sweet, romantic.
Likes: Hugs, kisses, holding hands, music, and the woods.
Dislikes: Horrible people, loud places, bullies, cheating girls.
This is Sam.
He’s very sensitive,
But is extremely strong.
His parents were horrible people but it all got better when he met you,
And he felt as if he was the one for you. ♥
Story ♥
You were so sick of being treated like shit. This was the end. You tied the rope tightly on the tree, checking that the loop was big enough for your head. Tears were mixed now with the rain, and you sobbed. The only pleasure you could take in your miserable life was knowing it was all about to end. Climbing up the half broken ladder you supplied, you wobbled from shaking in fear. You had thought about this THOUSANDS of times, but never attempted to try it.
You grabbed the rope, holding it in place. You placed your head close to it and just as you were about to jump ---
“Wait! Don’t do it!” A voice screamed.
You fell, missing the loop and falling down onto the ground. It wasn’t a high fall.
You couldn’t open your eyes. This was the person who saved your life.
The person picked you up, and sheltered you under the tree away from the rain. They kept you safe in their arms, huddling and rocking you. You opened your eyes and saw the most beautiful boy. His face was flawless and his eyes melted you.
“Wha…?” You said, dazed.
“Are-Are you okay?” He asked.
You gulped, shutting your eyes tightly. You moved a little bit.
“Yeah… just fine… thanks.”
“What’s a pretty lady like you trying to do that?” He asked you, and you felt quite embarrassed for three reasons. One, you didn’t know this boy. Two, he was extremely attractive. Three, he just saved your life.
“You wouldn’t want to know…” Tears hit your eyes like a ton of bricks thinking what happened.
“I want to. My name is Sam. What is yours?” He asked, now you were facing him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m ___.” You stared.
“Now, would you like to tell me?” He asked.
“Well…”
ONE HOUR AGO…
“I’m sorry, __. We can’t be friends anymore.” Your so called ‘best friend’ said to you.
Tears sprung to your eyes. The memories. The laughs. The hugs. Most of all, the secrets.
“So you’re just going to leave me. W-why?” You cried.
“Wanna know why? Because you’re a stupid, ugly, stuck up bitch. You’re so toxic to be around, and I just want to hit you.” He stated, showing his true colours.
He started to walk away from you, leaving you there. You had lost everything. Your best friend. No one else cared about you in this world. Your parents were dead, they had died a long time ago. Your mother died when giving birth to you, and your father grew up to despise you and left you afterwards. Everything was gone.
PRESENT…
You had explained to him what happened, and you then started to weakly cry. You sobbed into his hoodie and he comforted you, patting your back and whispering into your hair, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’
“I-I just ha-ave… no one…” You cried.
“You have me… and I promise to never leave your side. You’re absolutely gorgeous, and I bet all swoon over you.” He re-assured, kissing my cheek.
You sniffled.
“No I’m not… t-that’s why Kyle called me a ugly, stuck up bitch!” You wailed.
“Want me to prove it?” He said.
“How will yo-“
You were cut off, his lips pressed onto yours. It was amazing. Probably the best, 4 minutes of your life. ♥
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