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amelie flood x sam golbach
chapter fifty-seven || 🎬🤍🦢

gang
today at 10:52 am

amelie
why did no one tell me
snc were in london 😝

carm 🐺
we agreed as a group
it was safer for your own
wellbeing if you didn't know

riley ‼️
i however wanted to tell
you

rue rue
ofc she wasn't allowed

amelie
can i tell you guys something

carm 🐺
no

riley ‼️
ofc

amelie
i may or may not be in sam's
hotel room right now...

carm 🐺
what

rue rue
sorry did i read that right

riley ‼️
FUCKING FINALLY OMD
DO YOU KNOW HIW LONG
IVE WAIYED.

riley ‼️
wait please tell me it's in
the way i want it to

carm 🐺
please tell me your naked

amelie
i'm not naked

carm 🐺, riley ‼️, and rue rue are typing....

amelie
anymore

carm 🐺
i did not know sam had
that dawg in him

riley ‼️
FUCK YES.
GINALLY
THANK YHE LORD
you've made my year

rue rue
holy lord

amelie
gang what do i do

amelie
do i leave... or do i wait
for him to wake up

carm 🐺
you can't leave it's not
like it's a one nigher this
is serious

amelie
I KNOW THATS WHY
IDK WHAY TO DO

riley ‼️
it's just sam it's not gonna
be weird

amelie
yeah but it's SAM BRO
LIKE SAM SAM

carm 🐺
gang is his name gregory?
or am i tweaking?

riley ‼️
it's SAM but it's also sam...
like sam who looks at you like
you hung the stars and the moon
in the sky

amelie
you can't just say shit like this

riley ‼️
it's not like i'm lying

amelie
WHAT DO I DO RILEY

riley ‼️
you're going to wait for
him to wake up and then
discuss

amelie
CODE RED ‼️‼️‼️
HE MOOTCHED HELP

carmen 🐺
text us updates after queen x
we (i) want full details.

Amelie Flood was in a very sticky situation. On one hand, she was in the arms of someone she had dreamt about beside, and on the other her best friends arm was draped over her waist and their legs were tangled in each others under the white linen hotel bed covers.

If she moved, she was completely fucked. It had already been hard enough trying to locate her phone on the bedside locker. She also didn't know if she should move. She also wouldn't know what to do if she was to move. She couldn't leave. If she left it would make things a hundred times worse then they already were, and that was the last thing she needed.

Sam twitched ever so slightly, but Amelie's eyes went wide. From the countless nights they had fallen sleep next to one another she knew he was about to wake up. The slightest twitch of his arm had small beads of sweat forming on her forehead and the back of her neck.

"Crap." She heard from behind her and in an instint the two of them were up.

Amelie stood on one side of the bed and Sam stood on the other. Both half naked with every ounce of their friendship shattered to pieces. She grabbed a random pair of tracksuit bottoms which were sitting messily on top of his suitcase. Neither of them said a word as they tried to grab ahold of any of their dignity.

Once the two were decently dressed, they stopped in front of each other.

Amelie didn't know what to feel in this very moment. Part of her felt as though he had regretted it, but the other was trying to explain that he was the one who initiated all of it.

The last thing she needed was him to say it was a mistake and for her to do the walk of shame at twenty-four.

Before she could say anything or even think of something to say, Sam walked to the side of the bed in which she stood beside and sat down in front of her.

He looked up at her with his usual comforting look and Amelie's tense shoulders instantly dropped. Sam reached for her hands before pulling her so she was standing between his legs.

"I'm going to look like a complete dick for the next two minutes." He said and Amelie's eyes went wide.

Oh, God. She wanted to die. She don't know what he was going to say, but she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

She tried to pull her hands away from his, but his grip only tightened. He shook his head, now realising how bad his words sounded. In his head they hadn't been so bad, but when he saw the look on her face, he knew he should have worded it better.

He grimaced, "That sounded worse than I intended it to. Colby asked me to go to breakfast with him at eleven thirty, but there's no way I can go now."

Amelie let out a breath of relief, her mind now not coming up with the worst possible scenario, "You can go."

   He looked at her as if she was insane, "You can't honestly believe I'm going to do that can you?"

She didn't believe he would. She didn't even know why she had suggested it. Amelie shook her head at him, "I don't, but— I don't know." She rolled her eyes as he laughed at her expression. She pulled away from his touch and sat down on the bed next to him.

Sam just admired the girl sat next to him. She was finally within arms reach of him — Well, she had been weeks ago, but he was a fool and let her slip away. This time was different. If there was one thing he was sure about was the fact she was not going to be able to get rid of him from here on out.

   Upon noticing him staring, Amelie immediately became shy. Her shoulders shrunk and her cheeks reddened, "Shut up." She mumbled, placing the back of her hands on her warm face.

"I didn't even say anything." He defended, a laugh tumbling from his lips before he could stop it. He pulled his hands down and smiled fondly at her, "I've never seen you act like this."

   "You've never seen me in this position before, Sam."

   The blond shrugged, "Shame."

    Amelie closed her eyes and tried to repress her smile, "Don't be such a flirt."

    A silence washed over the pair. Both trying to figure out how to work through what had been bound to happen for the last six months. Neither of them truly knew what to say.

   Amelie was sure she would accidentally make some stupid comment and everything would go back to shit, while Sam was worried what he was going to say wasn't going to be enough.

   To neither of their surprise, Sam was the first one to break the silence, "I shouldn't have said it was a bad idea; I don't think it's a bad idea. I was just shocked and said the first thing that came to mind. I was scared as well — You weren't the only one who was scared everything would go to shit if something happened between us."

   "No, I get it, you don't have to apologise." She promised him, now finally turning to look in his eyes, "I should've said everything sooner and not bombarded you with it, but it's in the past and... whatever, so, we should focus on the future."

"What future do you want?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

   "One where we don't have to have a conversation like this everytime something happens between us because it's getting old and I'm so sick of it — not saying I'm not to blame for it, but... I'm not going to sit here and act like I'm not in love with you."

Completely forgetting his past words about walking across the hall and letting his friend know that he couldn't make it, he decided maybe Colby could figure it out on his own as his jaw dropped. There were many things he wanted to say and many things he wasn't sure how to say, but one thing he was sure about was how he would learn if it meant keeping Amelie Flood from slipping through his fingers once more.

    "I won't let you."

Amelie smiled and awkwardly ran a hand over her thighs, "So this..." She pointed between them, "And that—" Then she gestured to the messy bed they were sitting on, "Is permanent?"

"As permanent as you want." He assured, reaching across her legs to take her hand in his. He interlocked their fingers before bringing their hands up to his lips and pressing soft kisses along her knuckles.

  She nodded her head, a dopey smile on her lips, "I should probably go home... My dad gets home for lunch in, like, an hour and I'd rather it look like I got home hours ago rather than ten minutes before he gets home."

   "Yeah... That's, uh— Yes, you should do that."

"I should."

She didn't. In fact she stayed there, stuck by his side, well into the next morning.

HAHAHAHH

#samelieisreal