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

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SAM
today at 04:28 am

sam
amelie

this number is currently in quiet mode
disturb anyway?
disturb!

sam
amelie.
read at 04:29

sam
amelie
you're acting like you
didn't steal my disney account
you're acting like i don't
know you're watching
desperate housewives rn

amelie
please please please stfu
it's half four in the morning
WHY ARE YOU AWAKE RN

sam
so i have an idea

amelie
oh lord save me please

sam
since yk what happened
we haven't really hung out
so i was thinking you and i
hang out

amelie
at four in the morning.

sam
yes
read at 4:34

sam
get dressed
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If there was one thing Amelie hated more than being dragged out of her nice and cozy bed at half four in the morning, it was being dragged from her bed at half four in the morning to go sit in the cold.

Listen, it was an impromptu decision Sam had made. When he told her to get dressed, he paced around his house for at least five minutes trying to figure out what to do, and it wasn't until Amelie had walked downstairs looking half asleep to get into the car that he decided to just take her to the beach.

He remembered one time she had said she was still yet to go to any of the beaches in LA because Carmen hated the feel of sand, and anytime she asked Rue or Riley, they were busy-not to mention how she was terrified to go anywhere by herself. So he took it upon himself to take her.

It was relatively quiet; somehow the noise of runners, cyclists, and people getting ready to open their stores was drowned out by the soft sound of waves crashing and Amelie yawning every couple of seconds.

Amelie had her arms wrapped around her thighs and her chin placed in the space between her knees. She was silently thanking herself for putting on a jumper before leaving the house as the cool February wind swept across her skin.

She had always loved sitting on the beach, whether it be sand or pebbles; the sound of the water seemed to put her mind at bay-literally. Every worry she had was washed away with each wave that met the surface. She felt peaceful.

Sam, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. This had to be up there with the lamest things he's ever done. As he watched the dawn break, he couldn't help but feel like a complete and utter loser. He just hoped she didn't think so either.

She didn't.

After what felt like an eternity in silence, Sam knocked his shoulder against hers, pulling her from her trance. Looking to her right with a smile lingering on her lips, she caught sight of the blond's worried eyes that he was trying to hide by beaming right back at her.

Her warm gaze and soft smile entrapped him as she finally spoke up, "What's wrong?"

He was silent for a moment. Of course, he knew what was wrong, but did he want her to know? There didn't seem to be a singular thing he could keep from her, so before he knew it, he had told her.

"I don't want you to think this is, like, lame or whatever."

Amelie's eyebrows raised at that. She did not think that at all, and the fact that he did was crazy to her, "I don't think it's lame-I don't think you're lame either. If it's any consolation, I actually think you're pretty fucking cool." He rolled his eyes at that, not believing a word she said.

Her jaw dropped when she realised he didn't believe her. "You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try." When she saw him give her a look of disbelief, she turned to the side completely, "You're the perfect combination of... idiot-in, like, a non-actually stupid way 'cause you're so smart it's something I can only with for -and 'if I was to walk into a room everyone would look at me'."

He thought it was stupid.

She thought he was stupid for thinking like that.

"When I said you were my favourite friend a few months ago, I did mean it."

Sam blew out a low breath. "What would the girls think about that?"

"The girls," she mocked him while shaking her head, "are different. Carmen is family; there is no denying that. Riley and Rue are my best friends in the world. I don't really have friends I don't spend every living moment with, and out of those whom I don't... you're my favourite."

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face. He had to agree with her, though. Everyone he surrounded himself with, he saw all the time. Amelie had to have been one of the only people he could go ages without seeing, and nothing would change; they would be the same. They may talk on the phone or text each other all the time, but human interaction is different, and when they had time to hang out, it was something Sam looked forward to.

"Is this going to be a thing?" He asked after moment, sparking her attention. She furrows her brows, showing him she didn't quite understand what he was trying to say, "Where we say we're each other's favourite friends?"

Amelie laughed loudly, and in contrast to the once before deafening silence around them, it was nice, "It is our thing, idiot."

"You just said you didn't think I was an idiot."

"No," She put her finger up, "I said you weren't an idiot in an intelligence way. You're an idiot." He frowned and Amelie felt her chest warm, "You're a cutie."

"Not this again." He sighed, standing up and dusting his trousers to get the sand off.

Amelie's eyes went wide as he started to walk away, "Where the hell are you going?" She shouted after him, jumping up and racing towards him, "I'm a tourist of this area! You can't leave me here!"

"You've lived here for three years." He deadpanned when she reached him and threw on of her arms around his shoulders.

"You still can't leave me. We have much to discuss."

"Like?"

"How we should go to Griffith Park one day, at sun set, and pull a Mia and Seb."

"You want me to jazz dance?"

Amelie nodded happily, "Yuh-uh."

Her smile was once wiped when she heard his next words, "Nuh-uh."

"See, I hear what you're saying, but I don't think you're saying what you mean."

He scoffed, "And now she's quoting the film."

She then started to hum 'city of stars' and he audibly groaned.

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samgolbach you're gonna create rumours with that last slide
⤷ amelieflood is it a rumour if it's true
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⤷ amelieflood guys this is a joke ☹️

carmcarter you're a messy bitch
⤷ amelieflood i am nothing if not consistent

colbybrock sams been silent for ten minutes
⤷ samgolbach YOURE A LIAR
⤷ colbybrock yeah okay buddy

username1 AND NOW THE PROSPECT OF THOSE KISSES SEEMS TO WIND ME LIKE WHEN YOU SLIP ON THR STAIRS AND ONE OF THR STEPS HITS YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BACK. THE NOTION OF THEM CONTINUING FOR WHAT IS TRADITIONALLY TERRIFYING FOREVER EXCITED ME TO AN UNFAMILIAR DEGREE.

username2 i think this changed my brain chemistry

username3 amelie's for the girls who hate hookup culture
⤷ amelieflood this would have killed 20 year old me
⤷ ruerue amelie's the embodiment of hookup culture.
⤷ amelieflood why am i being slut shamed AGAIN

brookeschofield i think im in love with you
⤷ amelieflood you don't understand i am obsessed with you.

username3 was this a hard launch
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username4 that damn letter is everything to me you don't get it

username5 will i get attached on twitter again if i say ship?
⤷ amelieflood AGAIN??
⤷ username5 i got read to filth back in december
⤷ samgolbach that's actually crazy

rileycoleeee that's where you were all day? i thought your ass died. i went into your room to rob your straighter and you weren't there.
⤷ amelieflood sam kidnapped me ☹️
⤷ samgolbach pls you jumped at the chance

carmcarter you were gone from 5am to 8pm young lady. i expected you home for dinner
⤷ amelieflood thanks mom

what is this fic without la la land references?

i ahve the urge to rewrite act three because im like five chapters in and its pure angst ☹️ i told one of you guys that the angst was over but chat i fucked up and played phoebe bridgers ITS NOT MU FAULT