In honor of that Jet Black Heart video that fucked up my feelings in ways others specifically my mother will never understand and because my wonderful (real not even lying this is her awesome name) Anmol's voice kept nagging at me to update I did : ). I probably won't update before Christmas or the New Year but hope you have a good one guys. We'll be back in 2016!!!!

P.S: I kind of hate how cheesy and short this chapter is (filler)...ugh. 

Chapter Four: "Pull Out!"

"DAD I'M OKAY," I told my father. I was in Sam's room, lying down on my back as I looked up at his ceiling. "How's Justin?"

"You're brother is the same. He keeps about wanting to move to Redmond."

"Again? Dad you should just send him to live with Gigi if he keeps saying over and over and over again."

"I'm not sending my fifteen year old son off to Redmond. It's bad enough my favorite daughter is in Europe."

I laughed under my breath at his tone. "I'm your only daughter. He really loves Emma though you can tell."

"I can tell but he's going to see her next month at the wedding. It's all he can talk about."

"I know he told me yesterday like five times over the phone."

I looked at the time on my phone. He would be getting off his break soon."I'll talk to you soon dad. Love you."

"Love you too." We hung up and I couldn't even get up with someone loomed over my body.

Sam kept his hands on the carpet beside my head, holding himself in a push-up position as he hovered over me. He was wearing gym shorts and the absent of a shirt was very evident. I stared at him for a couple seconds before arching an eyebrow. "So...what are you doing?"

"Exercise." Was all he said as he went down, kissed me for a quick second before pushing up.

"This is a way for you to exercise? To-" He leaned forward to go down again but I turned my face so he kissed my cheek instead.

"Yes it is a great way for motivation." He grinned wickedly, biting his pink bottom lip. He tried to lean down again and I quickly crawled out from his cage of two arms, going over to his desk.

I pulled up his laptop, typing in his password and going straight to the camera. He got the Mac Book as a present from his dad before he left and I remember when he first got it I took and forced him to take like a million pictures with me on it.

I changed the filter and watched as my head got bigger and the part of my face from my cheeks to my chin shrink making me look like that alien from American Dad.

Sam appeared next to me, purposely sitting down on my knee and crushing all circulation of blood considering he was a protein based soccer player. "Get off of me."

"No...I think I'm going to stay here." He told me, adjusting so he fully sat on my lap.

"No Sam get off. You and your fat arse are killing me here."

Sam looked over at me as he leaned forward at the camera, shooting me an amused look. "Did you just say arse? I mean you swearing is something that happens like at least once every month but arse? You're getting accustomed to the country aren't you?"

"Maybe." I admitted still wanting him to get off me.

He tapped the mouse pad and changed the filters a couple more times making me laugh as he put on a timer and made sure that it was only him on the screen. "Sam!"

He laughed, leaning over even more and making faces at the camera. I rolled my eyes, hitting up upside the head once he stopped. I reached over to look at the photos and I hated-yet not really hated- that even when making the weirdest looks on his face he managed to look extremely photogenic.

That's why I said, "No wonder you're a model."

He scoffed, looked over at me over his shoulder, some of his curly hair falling into his eyes. "I thought you were about to call me an attention whore."

"You are," I ridiculed him as his jaw dropped. "But I'm not kidding you're picturesque."

"Ooh big words." He mocked, finally get off me only to make me stand up as he took a seat and we switched places. "But you're the camera worthy one here."

"Yeah, yeah sure I am." I said sarcastically as I had changed the filter to where hearts were hovering over my head and put it back to normal to show nothing special.

Sam's hands gripped my waist as he pulled me into him as he grabbed my phone. He clicked the top button to show the picture I had taken in his room back home. You could see some of our friends in the background, Caleb's hanging upside down off Sam's bed, Austin and Jon Ming shoving each other, Stevie had her phone in her hand as he sat down near Jasmine and Andrew while I knew the twins had been playing on Sam's Xbox but were not seen in the picture.

The focus of the picture was literally taking up most of the screen. I remember I had gotten off track and sat down in front of Sam's full body mirror and held the camera up to block my face. I remember Sam's arms around me, half of his face was hidden behind my shoulder but I could see his green eyes through the reflection practically looking through me.

"That better not have been sarcasm."

"Well it was." I muttered, watching as we both looked through my phone and I clicked my message app. I never deleted most of my messages because I was too lazy and I had nothing to hide from Sam anyway.

He hovered over the one with the Charming contact and the 'crown' emoji I put for Caleb. "I'm hesitating over this because Caleb is a very-"

Strange?

Unpredictable?

Crazy?

"Random person with a weird sense of rationality."That sums it up a bit.

"I know but he calls more than texts and when he does it's usually in the group chat."

"Which one?"

"Ours. Remember when we all had the group chat with you, me, him and the gang and it got so out of control we had to delete it because he wouldn't stop asking if he would look good in a leotard."

"How can I forget that? Then he wanted us to know if he looked good in a speedo."

"And then he bought one."

Sam cringed, shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly. "That image will forever be burned in my mind."

I shuddered as I set the timer for four consecutive pictures. "Say speedo!"

Sam chuckled. "Speedo." I gave a wide grin at the camera watching as Sam did the same and we continued taking pictures on his Mac for a while until my phone buzzed in his hand. Sam looked down at it. "Brandon. Skype."

"Yeah." I told him watching as he replied for me.

I pulled up Safari and logged onto Skype from there. A request immediately popped up as soon and I accepted the call.

Brandon's face popped up on the screen. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking over his computer, rolling his eyes. "Jacob, PULL OUT!"

"I can't! It's stuck! How the hell did this even happen?" Jacob's voice was heard.

Sam snickered behind me at what this conversation sounded like and I swatted him on the shoulder. I heard Natalie's, my cousin's voice, "Jacob I told you not to do it."

"But I wanted to anyway." He whined, sounding frustrated wherever he was.

"Um, Brandon? What is happening?" I asked, majorly confused by the sounds through the speaker. It sounded how some people who didn't know what this would look like a Adult Rated movie a teen would probably need to find a pin number to access it through. Clearly the guy behind me was laughing harder by the second. Sam had to get up from the chair to take a breath.

I settled in the chair as Brandon shifted his laptop so that it turned around. My eyes widened at the sight of Jacob.

His foot was stuck in a wall.

"How?" I asked, my jaw dropping. When it would get out that would leave a huge hole in the wall. But for the love of all things good in life how did he get his foot in there?

"He decided to kick a soccer ball and I have no idea what happened but he missed the ball and kick the wall instead."

"It's not a very strong and stable wall anyway." Jacob complained, pulling at his right leg while trying not to fall on the other.

Natalie sighed, pushing her white blonde hair back before grabbing Jacob by the waist. She tugged him backward with a hard lug and finally Jacob's leg came out of the wall, exploding dust in the process as he fell onto his girlfriend.

Brandon turned the laptop around to face him as he looked annoyed. "Do you see what I've had to live with for eighteen years of my life?"

I nodded, a little distracted because Sam was currently on the ground laughing his butt off at what he had just saw and heard. "Oh my God." I muttered, the sight of him laughing making me gain a smile on my face. I nudge him with my foot a few times. "Get up you bozo."

He sat up and leaned against my leg. He grabbed his phone as Brandon talked. "Have you heard from Jazz?"

Him too? "Not since last week Tuesday. Andrew said he hasn't really heard from her either but Drake has."

"It's just weird. Not even for us I mean for Drew. He sounded defeated I guess when I called him."

"I know," I said thinking about when he Skyped me. "Um, what about Jon Ming? How is he doing? Has he heard from her?"

"I think that guy is having that time of his life." Jacob muttered as he hobbled onto the screen, taking a seat next to his brother.

"Can you expand on that?"

Brandon went through his phone, scrolling through something. "Have you checked Instagram or his Snapchat stories? It's like party life. Club life.Taking shots.Girls.Women who are like five or ten years older than him. I've seen him getting twerked on like at least a hundred times in the past couple of days."

Brandon used his finger to hold onto his phone as he turned it around to show me a video. "Look."

Sam and I looked at the video playing on Jon Ming's phone. He held up his phone on the front so we could see my friend's face laughing. There were neon lights everywhere, people practically gyrating and dry humping one another. The story played different videos one of someone taking the video of Jon Ming taking the shots from the tiny cups. There was one when Jon Ming was grinning at the camera and there were like two girls beside him kissing his cheeks. Then the videos stopped to a black screen with the caption 'Best Night Ever!' with the sunglasses and emoticon emoji.

"He had the time of his life." Sam said in monotone and I could see an expression cross over his face. There was recognition in his eyes and not the good kind. I could feel him thinking about what he did when he was sixteen and seventeen going to places like that even though he was underage.

"Yeah we talked to him the other day. Only a month in and just by winning the contest he's making money like crazy."

Jacob disappeared from the screen and Brandon yawned. "Isn't it like midday on your side? Why are you so tired?"

"Um..."

"He was talking to Stephanie." Jacob yelled.

That kind of shocked me. "Really?" They broke up months again after being together for years.

Brandon scratched his head. "Uh, yeah. I mean we were supposed to talk for two minutes and then that turned into half an hour then three hours and by the time we hung up it was three o'clock in the morning."

Sam stood up glancing over at Brandon before dropping to the ground and continuing his pushups from before. "Are you still into her?"

"Well we were together for a long time. I'm sure I'll always love her but I don't know if I'm still in love with her."

"Feelings are complicated." I pointed out, raising my leg up for my chin to go on my knee and my foot on the edge of the chair.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Brandon said, placing a hand under his chin and looking lost in thoughts.

"We need to call someone!" Jacob yelled making Brandon flinch and roll his eyes.

"Jake! Who do you call in this city to fix a hole in your wall?"

"I don't know! A contractor? I'm not in college to fix things." Jacob yelled.

"Clearly." I muttered.

"I heard that Macy Anderson." Jacob's face appeared in the screen and he glared at me.

"I know idiot." To think that someday that Jacob might possibly be part of my family if he and Natalie got married was scary. It was weird that he got accepted to NYU in the first place.

Brandon sighed from somewhere, pushing his brother out of the way to look at me with his tired eyes. "Mace I'll talk to you later. I'm going to find someone to fix this...hole in the wall."

"Yeah...bye Brandon."

"Bye." He said, logging off and I closed the laptop to turn around in the swivel chair to look at Sam who was currently doing pushups with one arm. Show off.

I got off the chair and shuffled, pulling myself underneath him. When he noticed me under him he raised his eyebrows, putting his other arm down. "So you're back? They always come back." His voice got low as he tried to lean in to kiss me but I put a finger on his lips to stop him.

"I'm wondering who they are because if they keep coming back they'll have to call you something else. Single."

Sam leaned down and kissed me. "They don't exist only you do and you're staying. For a long time even if I have to hold you captive at the highest point of a castle."

"I may be what Caleb calls a princess but you'll forever be the damsel in distress."

"But you won't save me from the tower," Sam laughed, rolling off of me and lying down beside me. "Caleb would because he's the Prince."

"Um no I think the right version of this twisted fairytale is that I, the princess, would probably knock out Caleb, Prince Charming, and save my damsel in distress, aka you, from the fire breathing dragon. I can see it now: every child's favorite bed time story." I put my hands above as if to emphasize that the words were above me.

"You're cute Hazel." Sam chuckled, tracing the palm of my hand and sending a ticklish feeling through me.

"Thanks. You're okay on the other hand." I grinned, watching him raise an eyebrow at me.

"I'm okay? If you keep lying to me I'm going to start questioning why the hell I'm so in love with you like Natasha is with Ivan."

I laughed loudly at his serious expression. "Chill. I'm only joking. I don't lie to you. I think I have never truly lied to you."

"I haven't lied to you either." Sam said and that's when my jaw dropped and I turn my body to look at him.

"You literally just lied to me."

"What?" Sam asked, acting as if he was confused by the smile on his face told me that what I was saying was completely true.

"Literally a couple days ago you told me that you had food for me. I get out of my half sleepiness and BOOM no food. Samuel Henry Cahill if you think you can tell me that you have no-"

"I have. But it was never anything serious. It never will be anything serious because I tell you what's going on. I always tell you what is going on. I always what is bothering me. I could not have told you that I was doing a project with...that girl you hate-T something I think- but I did because in knew how much it would bother you. Come on Hazel, I care about you way too much to hold something big from you."

"I know that." I mumbled, into his side, feeling his warm skin radiating heat. I put my hand on his abdomen, feeling his muscles contract under my touch as he shifted.

"Plus you've lied to me the exact same way I lie to you too."

"What? How?"

"Whenever you tell me that I look okay or you completely deny that I am incredibly good-looking. What is that called? Lying."

"Shut up." I mumbled, closing my eyes and embracing a moment of silence.

"I love you. A lot. I'm in love with you a lot." He laughed under his breath, angling his head so that his eyes looked in mine with deep sincerity. I could feel the intensity of his green eyes as if he could see every single part of me. "Even when you tell a white lie I'm still going to forgive you because I'm incredibly in love with you. It's hard not to be." 

I didn't have to say anything back. He already knew that what if felt for him was so overwhelming. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone as he wrapped his arms around me. We lay there on the carpeted ground in his bedroom, enveloping ourselves in one another.