The Jerks, The Players, and The Girl.. by Sam Ale (good books to read for young adults TXT) đź“–
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Chapter 6
*** Sam ***
We pulled into the driveway and we get out. I grab my bag and head up to my room. I want a nap and nothing was stopping me from having one. Just as I lay down and close my eyes, I hear a knock outside. "Come in" I say, rolling over to look at the door. Shane walks in and I smile slightly. He tries to smile back but fails. He takes a tentative step toward me. I reach out my hand and pat the space beside me. His eyes flare with hope and he crawls next to me. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be alone." I nod and pull him close, stroking his hair softly and he sighs, curling close to me. 'Poor Shane' I think, watching him fall asleep. He has such a rough life. Without us it would have been harder. His parents leaving, dyslexia, sluts chasing him everywhere. And now he was faced with college and that’s probably terrifying for him. He pulls me closer, burying his head in the crook of my neck. “Sam.. Don’t go.. No, no.. I didn’t.. No!” he murmurs in sleep, rolling around a little, clutching me tighter. I smile and blush a little, surprised he’s dreaming of me. I stroke his hair and whisper reassurances to him, holding him close. He settles and falls back to sleep. I smile and close my eyes, the warmth of his body making me drowsy. Soon I feel myself slipping away.
~~~ Shane ~~~
I watch her as she walks away, bag over her shoulder. God, she is perfection. And her personality is everything a guy desires. She’s smart cocky, brave, beautiful. I need her. Its official. I have re-fallen in love with her. Yeah, I know what your thinking. Huh?! You loved her?! Well I did. It was when I first met Matt, he was babysitting Sam. He was thirteen and she was ten. She thought she was very smart and independent and she was. But wasn’t very smart. She got into a lot of trouble. Her big mouth kept running off to some big guys. Matt was talking to some guys and hadn’t been watching her. I was. I loved her spirit. Her eyes. The same as they are now. Full of spark and mischief. They melted my heart that day. She had been talking some crap and they were about to beat her up. They weren’t the kind of guys to care that it was a girl. The biggest one had pushed her down when I started running across the park. I jumped on the guy and pulled him off her. I punched him repeatedly in his face. I had seen red that day. I didn’t want anyone to touch her. When the other guys ran off I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. She looked up at me in amazement and something else. She had hidden it so quickly that I never found out what it was. She gave me a playful shove. “Not bad, for a boy.” she said with a smirk. I watched her normal face slide back into place. The stubborn, independent girl was back. Matt ran up and pulled her into a hug which she struggled out of. I smiled remembering how she didn’t shrugs me off. “Matt I’m fine!” she yelled exasperated while he asked a million questions. I had smiled and watched them bicker a bit. He then turned to me and smiled, thanking me for helping his sister. Then it was set. We were best friends. We did everything together. The Three Musketeers. As I climbed the stairs remembering all these times. Then before what I knew what I was doing I was knocking on her door. I needed to lay next to her. I opened the door after hearing her soft voice and stood there watching her. She rolled over and looked at me. God, her eyes. I swear they saw right through me. I see her smile a little and I try to return it. Try. I can feel my smile fail and I take a tentative step toward her. She reaches out her and I feel grateful, when she pats the space beside her I can feel the hope flaring in my eyes. I crawl into bed beside her and whisper, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to be alone.” She nods and pulls me close, stroking my hair. I curl close to her and relax, feeling safe and comfortable. Before I know it I’m drifting off to sleep.
*** Sam ***
There was a loud bang downstairs and I groaned, rolling over and getting out of bed. I walk to my door and open it, looking over the railing to the living room, seeing my brother and his friends coming inside. I shake my head and go back to my room. I see Shane still on the bed and I smile. Then I crawl into bed beside him, softly stroking his hair and falling back asleep. “Sam! Shane!” I hear, behind me and I wake instantly, turning to see Matt standing in the doorway his face, shocked and angry. Shane shoots up, face confused. He sits up, rubbing his eyes, “Sam.. Why did you wake me-” He glances up and sees Matt and his eyes go wide. “Oh, oh Matt no! We- I- didn’t do anything! I just.. I fell asleep-” Matt took a threatening step forward. “In bed with my little sister!” He roared, hands shaking. I quickly got out of bed and stood in front of him. “Matt its okay. He didn’t do anything. We were asleep the whole time. I swear.” Matt glared down at me then his eyes softened. I never lied to him. He sighs softly then pulls me close to him. “I’m sorry sis. It just looked bad.” I nod and hold him closer. Shane slowly gets out of bed and walks toward the door. “Matt, bro, I’m sorry.” Matt shakes his head and pulls Shane in for one of those manly hug thingies. I smile at them. “I overreacted, I’m sorry.” says Matt, patting Shane’s back. Shane smiles and pulls back. “No problem man. No hard feelings” Then they start downstairs laughing and joking like the best friends they are. I smile and follow them, looking for food.
~~~ Shane ~~~
I jump awake hearing noise. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, “Sam. Why did you wake me-” I glance up and see Matt, looking ready to kill me. I start to stamper, I know he gave me the go to ask his sister out but sleep with her? Uh big no, no. “Oh, oh Matt no! We- I- didn’t do anything! I just.. I fell asleep-” He took a step toward me, his hands trembling. “In bed with my little sister?!” he roared, looking very scary. Then someone got in front of him. Sam. She was pleading with him in a soft voice. I doubt I would have heard if she was shouting. My heart was beating to loudly to hear
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