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amelie flood x sam golbach
chapter forty-nine || 🎬🤍🦢

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amelieflood            from helping rue record a song in our living room to watching her sell out her first show 😭 i feel like a proud mother rn.
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"Hi!!" Amelie squealed when Sam opened the front door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

It had been weeks since the two had last seen each other as they were both busy. Sam had been travelling around the country for work while Amelie had been acting like Rue's assistant and making sure her tour would go smoothly. (As of now it was.)

    "What time is it?" He asked after Amelie squeezed past him and immediately turned on every light, unfortunately reminding him of her fear of the dark. He put his hands up for his face, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness as he shut the door. 

   "It's, like, two Am." She shrugged, walking down the hall to his room, flicking on every light she saw, leaving him to turn them all off while he followed after her.

"What the fuck." He mumbled to himself.

When Amelie reached his room, she immediately turned around and fell flat onto the side that was left untouched by him; the side that she had jokingly claimed, but they both knew she was not joking.

Sam shook his head and grabbed her hands, pulling her up, "That's not happening."

    "Uh, Hello?" She looked at him confused as he led her to the bathroom.

"Last time you went to bed with your makeup on you called me crying because your skin broke out." He told her, flipping on the bathroom light and pushing her further into the brightly lit room. He then patted the counter space between the two small sinks and watched as she rolled her eyes and sat up with a small pout on her lips.

"I'm not even drunk!" Amelie called out to him, careful to keep her voice low but still loud enough for him to hear her.

She wasn't. She had one drink before they got to the venue and then she was either too stressed or having too much fun to get another.

"I know." He told her, walking back into his room the retrieve a shirt she could wear, "But you're not gonna do it yourself."

   "Correct." She said when he was now standing back in front of her. She took to black 'xplr' t-shirt from his hands and laughed, "Making me wear your merch."

He sighed, "Shut the hell up." He turned around so his back was facing her.

"Does this count as you branding me?" She joked, quickly pulling off the red dress she had been wearing and changing into the tshirt.

Once he heard her start to untie the laces on her docs, Sam turned around and took ahold of her wrist that held the black and white rubber bracelet with the words 'xprl' on it, "That happened months ago."

She took her hand from his grip and shook her head despite laughing. When she was finished taking her shoes off, she sat cross crossed on the counter, staring at him, waiting for his next move.

    He didn't move. He just continued to look at her for what felt like an eternity until he finally cleared his throat and reached to the side of her head to grab a packet of makeup wipes she had 'accidentally' left there a couple weeks ago. She did it on purpose.

He took out one of the wipes, "Close your eyes."

    She quickly closed her eyes and let him take her makeup off gently, "You know what would set the mood right now?"

"You never know when to shut up do you?" He asked, holding onto her chin, angling her face up so he could wipe her cheek.

    "Never." She laughed when he placed his pointer finger over her lips, shushing her.

Amelie continued to laugh for a few moments until he tapped her cheek, "I'm done." He whispered.

Amelie took the wipe from his hands and quickly took off the red lipstick she knew was still on her face as Sam had very obviously avoided her lips.

Sam stared at her for a moment before pointing to her lips, "You still have..."

She furrowed her brows before trying — and failing — to wipe it off. Sam let out a breathy laugh before bringing his hand up to swipe his finger along the outline of her bottom lip.

    Amelie looked at him breathlessly, her stomach flipping several times. She cocked her head to the side when he dropped his hand to the counter and bowed his head.

   Sam let out a loud sigh before looking up at her again. They were so close their noses were touching and that made it seven times worse for the man.

    "I don't know where I stand with you." He confessed and Amelie gulped.

    She frowned, looking down for a moment before meeting his eye once more. She didn't know what to say, didn't know what she could say.

    She opened her mouth a couple times to answer him, but nothing came out, "One minute we sit here like this and then the next..."

   "I know..." She croaked out. When his head dropped again, she took ahold of him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and felt him snake his arms around her waist, "I love you, you know." She said, not sure of which end of the spectrum it fell on.

This is what he was talking about, she realised.

There was no line in their relationship. Everything was said as they thought it. The lines between platonic and relationship had blurred far too much for either of them to make out and it terrified not only Amelie, she realised, but also him.

   She had only been thinking of herself in this situation. She hadn't taken his side into perspective. She knew she was a selfish bitch, but she didn't know how far it had run until now.

"I love you too."

☹️☹️ why am i evil.

this fic was always supposed to be a cute SHORT cute fic. whag have i done 🙁

they're so "mean it" by gracie coded it's insane.