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amelie flood x sam golbach
chapter thirty-three|| 🎬🤍🦢

Amelie Flood was a very easy person to please - in fact it was worrying how easy it was to please the young woman.

As promised she had turned up outside Sam and Colby's at exactly eleven - that's a lie, she showed up at two minutes past eleven, but that was irrelevant. Traffic. - She had been met with an overly happy Colby, which scared her at first, especially when he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the house. He had covered her eyes and led her into the kitchen, only uncovering her eyes once they reached the room.

Instead of ordering the lego online, Colby Brock had went to Target that morning and snagged it, and for the reason he figured out how easily she was pleased.

Amelie was sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, one food pressed against her inner thigh and the other out straight in front of her. One of the lego bags was open along with the instruction booklet.

Despite having promised to help them convince Nate to come, Amelie was too preoccupied. She could hear the two men on the phone to their friend, but she simply couldn't speak.

She may have loved lego, but lord did it stress her out.

Some point into making the base of the ship, she felt Colby sit beside her. She saw him place the phone down between them. Once he tried to reach over for the instruction book, her hand instantly shot out to hit him.

"You can't hit me!" Colby yelped, grabbing onto the side of his arm where Amelie ever so lightly grazed him.

With her attention back on the lego in front of her, her mouth seemed to move before her mind could think, "Oh, sure I can. Unless you've got yourself knocked up again, slut!" She mumbled, reciting glee before she got the chance to stop herself.

She heard Sam laugh from the sofa, which made her lips twitch up into a smile even though she would deny it if you were to bring it up.

"And this is why you should come." Colby directed to the phone which showcased an amused Nate, "You'll have entertainment. She'll recite glee like a freak."

"You're just a hater. I can recite glee if I want to." She looked up to glare at him before smiling again the man she was yet to meet, she waved before saying, "You should come because I'm asking really nicely. Please, please, please don't make me do it alone."

"Fine. I've been convinced..."

Colby's smile dropped, "So all we had to do was get Amelie to beg?"

"Precisely."

Colby stood up with a scoff and descended down the hall, still giving out to his friend.

Amelie followed by his example and pushed herself off the ground and immediately falling onto the sofa beside Sam.

She yawned before she got to say anything, making him look at her with confusion, "What's got you so tired?"

"I've been up since five am." She mumbled, her head dropping this his shoulder unbeknownst to her until she felt a laugh ripple through him.

"You?" He said in shock.

She nodded, bringing her knees up to her chest, "I went on a run with Carmen."

Once again he said, "You?" To anyone else it would have sounded like he was mocking her, but she knew he was actually shocked this time.

"I know." She laughed, "When I say run I mean she ran and I awkwardly tried to keep up with her. We ran, like, 3 and a half miles which is what? 5.6 kilometres? I don't know I barely passed maths."

"I think you were right. Why don't you ever run with me?" He asked, "I always ask you to come with me and you always say "No"."

Amelie shrugged despite knowing exactly why she always said no - well in the past two months anyway. And it had something to do with a conversation she had with Colby a few weeks ago.

"You scare me when you run." She admitted - only half lying, "I've seen you down two redbulls back to back after a run... I don't like menace-to-society-Sam." She scrunched up her nose, "That's a lie. Wanna know my favourite Sam?"

"What's your favourite Sam, Amelie?"

She thought for a moment even though she knew her answer. She stood up before grabbing both his hands and trying to pull him up off the sofa, "The one that will sit there and look pretty and talk to me while I finish my lego."

"Can I at least help?" He asked, still not letting her drag him up. He had to try and not laugh as she struggled.

"I might let you read the instructions."

Finally, he let go of all his dead weight and watched as she smiled widely as she tugged him along to her original spot in the middle of the room with bags of lego in a perfect circle.

When they sat down and he went to grab the booklet, she smacked his hand away and furrowed her brows.

"You said I could read them."

"I said I might let you, not that I would." She shook her head and went back to trying to figure out what to do. After a moment of silence - of actual silence and for her pride - she sighed before handing him the book. Upon seeing the look of happiness in his face she said, "Shut the hell up."

"I wasn't going to say anything!"

i was trying to open an easter egg last night (april 3rd) and i sliced my finger... and passed out because of the blood 😭😭

he's a slut. WHYD HE SAY HER NAME IN A SENTENCE WHEN IT WAS INLT THE FWI OF THEM?!?

nate>

i just saw olivia rodrigo live "guinness is good 4 you" you will always be famous. i can't feel my throat, my feet, my back, my head, myself. send help (i had such an amazing time tho)