"YEAH! DIE!" I yelled, pushing random buttons on my Xbox controller. It was a few hours after our little run in with the president. I was beating Sam at whatever war game we were playing, and he looked really pissed. This made me grin insanely at the screen as his character fell to the ground, dead. A PLAYER 2 WINS banner popped up on the t.v, and I shot off the bed to do my victory dance.

"Take that! Woo! Uh! Okay... I'm done." I stopped in the middle of a weird move to climb back on the bed. Sam raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

He put his hands up, "Nothing, nothing. Rematch?"

"Hell yeah!"

We played for a while longer, me winning the entire time, when Sam got up to go to the bathroom. I set my controller down by my head, as I was laying on my stomach, and closed my eyes, sore from staring at the t.v. I rested my head on my forearms. I guess I felt a little tired. My night before hadn't exactly been great, what with the nightmares and driving to the White House in the middle of the night. Just as I was beginning to drift off, the bathroom door flew open, jolting me awake. My face was hidden by a curtain of blonde curls, so he couldn't see my open eyes.

Sam carefully sat next to me on his bed, and I saw him raise his hand. He hesitated before placing it on my back, where, to my surprise, my shirt had come up a little, exposing the skin their. Just when I thought it couldn't get any weirder, Sam started rubbing my lower back in small circles and patterns. I had no idea what to do. It felt soothing, and it was putting me to sleep a little so I just laid there.

My eyes fluttered closed as his warm fingers kept caressing the strip of skin showing on my back below my ridden up shirt and skinny jeans. I guess he thought I was asleep because I felt him lean closer to me. His breath tickled me, and I felt him press a soft kiss on the two dimples in my back, at the bottom of my spin. I shivered at the touch of his lips, but kept my eyes closed. I am asleep, I am asleep, I am asleep. Don't move.

The bed shifted a bit under me, and I heard the shuffle of feet on wood floors. Then the sound of the door closing quietly. Sam had left me to sleep, but I was about as far from it as a person could get.
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I awoke with a jolt, sitting straight up. A curtain of blonde curls tumbled into my view, and I groggily pushed the hair out of my face. Smacking my lips, I squinted my eyes trying to get rid of my blurry vision to see where I was. The room, Sam's room to be exact, came into focus, and the night before came crashing back into my memory.

I lifted up my shirt and probed the white bandage slightly, wondering if it was still sore. After hissing in pain, I concluded that I was a total idiot for thinking it wouldn't hurt any more. It was a gunshot wound, for gods sake. Of course it would still hurt. It'd only been about a week after all.

My attention lifted to the bathroom where a sound of running water drifted from. I cocked my head. There were only two explanations for that: There was a river in Sam's bathroom or he was taking a shower. Only one way to find out, I thought.

Shrugging, I made my way to the door, debating whether or not to open it. I didn't want to see something that would be permanently engraved in my brain. For instance, Sam naked. I was sure that I wouldn't exactly complain because, let's be honest, he is one fine specimen.

Wait...did I just say that? On my god! I'm turning into my sister!

I shuddered at the thought and turned the knob of the bathroom door. The sound of running water increased as I stepped inside. Steam had fogged up the mirror and there was a shower curtain, so I couldn't see anything except for the vague outline of a person. Sam was definitely in the shower. Just then, I got a crazy idea.

Tiptoeing on the slippery tile, I sat on the counter in front of the mirror. It was fogged enough that I could draw something on it. I drew a heart and and put I love you! -Poppy in it. Next, I grabbed all of his towels in the closet inside the bathroom, including the one hanging on the towel rack, and scurried out of there, shutting the door quietly behind me. Now all I had to do was wait.

A couple minutes passed, and I heard the water turn off. A mischievous grin popped itself into my face. I couldn't help it, I was always like this. I had an abnormally weird sense of humor, though I was sure other people would find this almost as hilarious as I did. A few more seconds ticked away. He probably opened the shower, looking for the towel hanging on the rack. When it wasn't there, I pictured him stepping out of the shower and noticing my little note on the mirror. He'd probably smile and get all humble. That's when he'd walk over to the linen closet, hoping to find extra towels to wrap around his body so he could come out and thank me. Sam would be confused when there weren't any towels. It'd take him a while to tie it all together, but eventually he'd figure it out. This was going to be funny.

My calculations were correct. About five minutes had passed after the shower turned off, and I got the reaction I was looking for.

"POPPY! What the hell!?"

I started cracking up. When he opened the door and stuck his head out, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I dropped the towels on the floor and laughed until there were tears coming out of my eyes. I pulled myself together and looked up at his face from my spot on his bed. He looked royally pissed off. This made me burst into another round of giggles.

"Are you done yet?" He sounded pretty annoyed.

I wiped my eyes and put on a straight face before answering, "Yep. All good here. How are you?"

He ignored me and stuck his arm out the door. "Just hand me a towel and you'll make it out of this alive."

"Quite the challenge," I pretended to think on it, "...and what if I say no?"

"You're asking for it Baker."

"Asking for what exactly?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. I just smiled.

"That's it..." He grumbled. The bathroom door slammed. That wasn't what I expected.

"Wait? Where are you..."

My voice trailed off as the door reopened. Sam stood there, wearing nothing but the striped shower curtain that had been hanging in the bathroom. He was giving me "the look", and I knew I'd over done it just a little.

"You're dead Poppy."

Well shit.
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A/n
Hey guys! It's been a while, but in my defense, I was in Hawaii! It's so beautiful guys! I wish I was still there, but here I am, back to the grind. And back to the torture they call school. Anyways, some of you One Direction fans may have got my reference to the song Little Things. The bit where I put the two dimples in my back, at the bottom of my spin is an inspiration from that song. I know, I know. Don't make fun of me. They kinda grew on me. I like them now. Have a great night everybody! Love ya!
-Stargazer12647