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6/13-19: The Hunt for Quite Everything: Comicbooks, High School Diploma, and The Last Moments in Friendships

38th WEEK, JUNE 13-19, 2016.

If you know me well enough or you don’t but you’ve been reading this very tumblr page, I’m not surprised if you find yourself being bored listening to my likeness towards American comic books.

Wait, I’ll rephrase that, because I don’t think I even deserve that status. I like some American comic books, often Marvel over DC, and often only certain issues of certain characters, i.e. Black Widow, Deadpool, Hawkeye, and Ms. Marvel. These comic books were the second thing that popped into my mind when the plane I was in on September 2015 hit the American sky (the first thing being “oh shit, it’s getting real”).

This is my second-to-last week being in the Emerald City, being in the country where I can access these comic books I love dearly for only $2 a piece (in Indo they were like $10-15 AND they don’t even come in full volumes), and this raised an urgency to do what I had decided to do:

a comic book hunt.

But first, I’ll just write the summary of other parts of the week as the following.

Monday, June 13:

The Oceanography class (more specifically, the Salish Sea trip students) went to UW to present the project we’ve been working on since the trip. We finally reunited with the Salish Sea people that we had gotten to know for the 3 days of the trip, and it was nice seeing them again. And who am I kidding, any school trip is always fun, and UW never failed to amuse me with its classy architecture.

Tuesday, June 14:

The school held this thing called Senior Breakfast (I know right, they have so many events for the seniors and it had been fun!) and they held it in Rainier Beach Community Center just across the street from school. The event was pretty self-explanatory: you came earlier in the day before school starts, you could invite your family member, you sat on one of the non-assigned round tables, and you could help yourself to the breakfast buffet in the room. There were speeches and such, but mostly it was the fun of getting free food and hanging out, skipping a wee bit of school hours.

The agenda of the school itself was Senior Checkout Day, where you went to your classes just to get the teachers’ signatures on a form that basically stated you’re a senior and you’ve passed your classes and you were very much welcome to get out of the school (in an honorable way—that is graduation). There were also yearbooks given (for those who bought them) and I had those signed around and I signed some yearbooks myself. I made use of this opportunity not only to take pictures with my dear teachers (and other school staff I wanted to take pictures with), but also to give them little Indo trinkets and some little thank-you cards I wrote for them. Same thing I did with my professors back in Seattle Central.

[let’s pretend I put here the pics with DJ, Ms. Shaw, Señor Cadenas, Ms. Harris, Coach Beavers, Ms. Yip, Ms. Wong, Jurdy, and Mr. Henderson because yours truly had lost 90% of her exchange experience pics gone from damaging her hard drive for good]

(…but here’s the thing! I was lucky to be able to have these pics of me and Ms. Street and Pierce and Tomchick preserved)

So the pose with Pierce was because he told us during one of our classes that he had always had the same pose for the yearbooks (and it was true—he showed us the yearbooks from before). And the pic with Tomchick because this guy was the one who inspired me to get those pair of The Scream socks. Tomchick had been the guy who wears wacky socks all the time—he would show us his socks every now and then—and I kid you not, I never again take socks for granted.

(of course, before this day, I made him wear The Scream socks for Senior Checkout Day so he would match mine and we could make this photo happen)

Wednesday, June 15:

Another thing that this week being the second-to-last week of my presence in Seattle and its everlasting glory of beautiful things, I, of course, had to take some time to shop (despite running out of luggage space). Among other things, I remember vividly buying two things: two shower curtains with printed illustration of a big world map and periodic tables (a request by my mom) from Bed Bath and Beyond, and a silicon ice cube tray in the shape of the US states (my utter hedonism) from Nordstrom Rack. I also hunted the waterfront and their antique shops for (more) wacky socks or simply looking around. In the evening, I took Karen and Eric watched Now You See Me 2 because I was a total groupie of the first movie. (Karen ended up giving bad reviews for the second one, and I agreed that the second one was a bit too much but I still loved it nonetheless ehehehehe)

Thursday, June 16: Comic Book Hunt Day 1 (of 2)

You see, what I had been doing with the way I acquire comic books was that I walked into the store, I looked around, saw anything I like and available, and bought them. Most of times the issues I bought weren’t in order because a) I was too late that they didn’t sell the early issues anymore, or b) the next issues hadn’t come yet. So, by the end of the exchange year, I have found myself with many comic books in the same series but with some issues missing here and there. However, I have found some issues bundled into volumes of 4-6 issues which had better paper quality altogether, though on the other hand it seemed like a bit of a waste because in some cases I already had 2, 3, even 4 issues on the volume. Buying a whole volume of 6 issues would fill me in with the 2 issues I hadn’t gotten, but that would also mean I used my money on 4 issues I’ve already had.

The days before today, in these last weeks of no more waiting, I’ve sorted all the Ms. Marvels that I owned then I listed the issues I haven’t had. Then, I’ve started on calling one comic bookstore I know, listing the issues I was looking for. This comic bookstore I called didn’t have all that I need, which led me to calling for another, and then another, and that was how I basically had several booked issues of Ms. Marvel comic books in different comic book stores all over the city.

Before I embarked on my first store to hunt, I stopped by Elliott Bay Bookstore, hanging out by myself. Elliott Bay Bookstore is the nearest bookstore from home, and it was the second-best bookstore I’ve ever visited (the first being downtown Seattle Barnes & Noble). However, what makes Elliott Bay Bookstore different from B&N was the homy feeling to it. The floors, shelves, and railings were of wood and you can see the vast first floor from the loft-ish second floor balcony. Under the second floor was a little café, and that was where I spent a few hours writing earlier entries of this blog.

(pics from the good and gracious interwebs)

Books and café. Such an ideal place.

After noon I went. My first target would be Phoenix Comics and Games by Seattle Central College, but, if I was not mistaken, they didn’t have any of the issues I was looking for. The next on the list was this store downtown that I’ve forgotten the name of (what I do remember is that it was the store from which Antonio gave me a $10 gift certificate for my birthday). It was pretty easy: I came in, told the shopkeeper I was the one on the phone and asked for a certain issue of Ms. Marvel, they went to the back room and came back with the item of quest, I paid, and I left (well, after some minutes of looking around because why not). Not much time to waste anyway, because I had planned to go to the zoo, now that the day was warm and sunny (compared to my first visit to the zoo when it was winter cold and most of the exhibits were closed anyway).

1 comic bookstore done, 2 more to go!

Friday, June 17: Comic Book Hunt Day 2 (of 2) and, well, Graduation

Ah, right.

I got too excited in telling you about my comic book hunt I almost forgot about graduation.

So we had the graduation ceremony this day in Memorial Stadium in Seattle Center Area. It was not until after lunch-ish so I still got time on my hands. I went to comic book store #2 and #3, respectively Golden Age Collectibles by the waterfront (this was the most complete comic book store by far. Complete as in it also had a whole lot of other geek stuff, like action figures—from regular-sized to life-sized—, really old comic books, and trading cards. All in mint condition) and, after looking around the store for a while, wasted no time and caught the bus straight to Wallingford area to Comics Dungeon.

I did my best, but at last I have satisfied my thirst for American comic books!

I didn’t spend a lot in there as I have other travel plans (squeezing as much agenda as I can in this short time I had left), so I caught the bus and went straight back south to the waterfront for the tourist attraction I haven’t had the chance to visit despite people going there all the time:

Yep. The infamous Seattle Gum Wall.

It was so amazing to the point it didn’t even look disgusting to me. The solo traveling situation got me in a bit of a difficulty taking pictures of myself, so I got a stranger to do it (and then the picture was gone anyway so what’s the point).

/looks at watch/ time to go back home, dress pretty, and off we went to Memorial Stadium to graduate!

You see, I would LOVE to brag to everyone how I graduated high school twice (one from RBHS and one from my original high school in Indo), but unfortunately, that was not the case.

Gretar and I weren’t given (rented?) togas. We also didn’t get any diploma. So all we would do in the event was to do what everyone else was doing, except for the toga-wearing and diploma-receiving part. All the seniors gather sporadically around the entrance of the stadium, all of them wearing togas. I did my best to dress nicely since I was not going to be wearing one. We did get some tassels and colorful necklaces, although I didn’t really know what they were for. The tassels were from the school, and I suppose they symbolize something like the class color or honor students or something—everyone had one but some had more than the others.

Oh another cool thing was that, as a celebration, some people got customized long necklaces from friends and/or family. Some were of flowers, but many of them—and I assume it’s the tradition around here—were of candies. I vaguely remember that people can buy them ready-made for this purpose, that’s why so many people had candy necklaces. Honestly, those are cooler than the flower ones since this one I can actually put to use after wearing them.

I didn’t have any graduation attribute aside from the tassels and necklaces, so I borrowed Jake’s grad cap just for a pic (that I lost). I do remember they were all like “you’re so cute!” with a grad cap without the robe, but I’m pretty sure that’s just me looking 5 years younger than all of RB seniors present.

We all filed in this one long single line from the tribunes and walked outside towards the field where all the chairs and the stage are. Later we found out we would be sitting on the stage, behind the podium and along with the faculties, and the other seniors would sit on chairs provided to them facing the stage. Families were seated on the bleachers of the stadium.

It wasn’t like it was a spotlight, because we were in the back of the stage anyway, and everyone was paying attention to whoever was speaking at the podium. Jurdy, teachers, et cetera. Ceremonially, we received the… case (?) for the diplomas, but of course with no diploma inside. Doesn’t matter. Still cool.

After graduation, I tagged along Gretar’s host family to Cheesecake factory for some big fat cake slices.

Saturday, June 18:

It was a beautiful chill Saturday. It was supposed to be the day of Summer Solstice Parade—which I had been dying to go to—but I had to give that a pass for a couple agendas: one, a visit to Jenny and Seth’s house, and two, Jake’s graduation party.

(a little spoiler of why I had wanted to go to the Solstice Parade: because people said it was hella fun, and a rare annual sighting of cyclists with 100% body paint and 0% clothing. I reckoned people might be a little bit taken aback had they known I was eager to go to the Solstice Parade for—imagine me saying this in my enthusiastic, 18-year-old self—“naked cyclists!” but at this point of time in the exchange year, who am I to care anymore)

It was basically a day of clashing agendas. Supposedly, after spending the time hanging out and watching Pitch Perfect 2 with Harper at Jenny and Seth’s, I could have gone to either of these three agendas: Jake’s grad party, Gretar’s grad party, or the Solstice Parade. Given that I will see Gretar at my own farewell party in the upcoming weekend, and I valued my formed friendships with people at Rainier Beach High School more than some naked strangers, I decided to go to Jake’s grad party at their house.

The party was a lot of fun. It wasn’t like a party party—we chilled in their backyard, having drinks and snacks, we played bocce, we played Cards Against Humanity (my first time ever playing it and boy I was hooked. Then I came back home to Indo to never play it again because it wasn’t sold here and if it did, it was hella expensive). The Seattle sky was gray and cloudy—what else is new?—but the cold and light drizzle was never in the way to stop us from having fun.

On the way home and afterwards, I look back at the friendships I’ve had at Rainier Beach—truthfully may not be a forever and well-maintained one, what with the distance and everyone’s doing their own thing after high school and me being bad at maintaining relationships in general—and I thought,

I obviously was not as outgoing as everyone else, and my other exchange student friends may have better experience, but hey, this was something worth being grateful for.

(besides, if I was not grateful, I would have nothing to hold on to anymore)

At least they had etched a good memory in my short 9 months, and the brief fun I had during that time will be something I’ll cherish forever. Not only for the exchange year in general, but also for my own character development. I was sure as hell that I would have a hard time finding friends—and I might have, at the start, but in the end I wasn’t that much miserable. In fact, I wasn’t miserable at all.

Anyway.

The last day of the week (June 19), the city of rain decided to be a little bit nicer this time. The sky was bright blue, splotches of white clouds here and there, all in all an exquisite day to take a ferry out to Bainbridge Island with Karen and her friend Jen. Not a lot of touristy places in Bainbridge Island—at one point I remembered us going to a cute little craft shop—and we’re back home by afternoon, in which I continued my way to Kira’s place for her good-bye party. Another fun evening party, hanging out with friends and family, wholesome conversations, photos taken, heartfelt hugs exchanged.

Like what a proper good-bye party would be like.

(also, it’s a little strange solely due to the fact that I will be having my own good-bye party the following week, during which I will see many of the same people in Kira’s, so more heartfelt content on my end can wait until then)

So, uh, hooray for the second-to-last week in the US, and therefore, second-to-last entry for this blog (excluding epilogue), I guess?

See you around.

Nabila Safitri

#langkahanakbangsa #school #rbhs #afs friends #fangirling life

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you

part 2! of tell me what you want

Scott woke up with a groan. He had a really good sleep. It was those kinds of great sleeps you'd wake up from and have all kinds of marks on your arms from. He stayed in bed for a while, trying to fully wake. Once he did, he checked his phone and saw a notification from you.

“My Angel” sent 1 attachment.

His heart dropped, but he still opened it anyway. His eyes widened a little and felt his cock twitch. He opened the photo fully, admiring how pretty your tits look in that bra. He sighed, thinking about how pathetic he was last night with you. He was kinda embarrassed but he knew you were into it. It's not like he couldn't be a little more dominant, you just caught him by surprise.

He kinda had the urge to masturbate to the photo of your tits, but decided not to out of respect. Instead, he liked the photo and replied, “So pretty, Angel. Always looking so good.” And he left it at that. He went to his bathroom and decided he was gonna take a shower.

Across from Scotts room was Sams. He was still asleep since he was really tired from staying up so late. It was almost a daily routine for him, he never woke up early unless he absolutely had to. An hour passed by and Scott was knocking on his brother's door before walking in. “Sam, wake up.”

“Get out.” He replied lazily. There was no way Sam was gonna leave his bed. He had just gotten into the perfect position and was so snuggled up in his blankets. Scott rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket off of Sam. This made Sam groan and open his eyes all the way. “What do you want, Scott! It's Sunday, leave me alone. I don't gotta do anything.”

“I need to talk to you about Y/n.” Scott mumbled to Sam, becoming a little embarrassed. “Speak up, dork. I can't hear you.” He lied. He heard Scott the first time, he just wanted to annoy him back. “S’ about Y/n.” He said a little louder. “Huh??” Sam pretended not to hear him again, “Scott, stop being a bitch and tell me what you want ‘fore I kick you out.” Literally. He would quite literally KICK him out.

“It's about Y/n!” He kinda yelled and threw a pillow at Sam. It made him laugh to see his brother so mad at the teasing. “Okay, okay, damn. Don't get your panties in a twist.” Sam rolled his eyes as Scott sat next to him on the bed. “So, what happened? She finally had enough of you or somethin’ ?”

“We made out.” Scott immediately replied. It caught Sam's attention real quick. “Again?” “Yeah, but that's not all.. she left a couple hickeys.” He replied and turned his face to the side for Sam to see. This caused Sam to get a little jealous. He wondered how it would feel to have your sweet lips on his neck.. or anywhere else at that.

“Oh, damn. She was hungry, huh.” He tried to hide his jealousy with humor. It fooled Scott, causing him to laugh a little. He wasn't gonna tell Sam about the other thing he did with you, though. He could never talk about that stuff with his brother.. “So, I was gonna ask.. d’you think I have a chance? Yunno, since she's over here markin’ me ‘n stuff.”

“Shit, don't ask me. That girl is crazy. Givin’ you mixed signals since we first met her.” Sam explained, crossing his arms under his head. “A hickey or two..” He looked back at Scott, “Or three, doesn't necessarily mean anything. I've given a couple of girls hickeys and it didn't mean anything. Well, to me, at least. Was just the heat of the moment, so that's probably what happened to you.” Sam shrugged, purposely putting these things in Scotts head to mess with him just cause he was mad that it wasn't him with those marks.

Scott sighed, looking to the ground. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Thanks, Sam.” He said after a while of silence, walking to the door. “Uh-huh.” Sam responded and went back to sleep after Scott left.. lazy ass.

You were already up, doing a couple of chores with Chris. He was sweeping the floor while you dusted and wiped down a couple of counters. “So, how did things go with blondie yesterday?” Your brother asks. Your heart started pounding a little faster, remembering how intimate you got with Scott yesterday.

“What do you mean how things went?” You cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. “Well, you left pretty early, and he looked kinda mad when we were eating. Thought maybe you guys got in a fight or something.” Chris shrugged, taking a quick look at his phone. “Mm, well, he got mad about something I said, but we talked it out after dinner.”

“Yeah?” He asked, typing out on his phone for a couple of seconds, then returning his attention back to you. “What did he get mad about?” “He was tellin’ me about how his best friends girlfriend got pregnant and how he didn't wanna be there for her, and then Scott said ‘its not my problem to care so much’ or something like that, so I said what if it was me who got pregnant and then got left by my baby daddy. And then he got mad.”

“Well, duh, he got mad. He likes you, and I bet even the thought of someone else treating you like dirt would piss him off.” Your brother took a great take at that. “Thats exactly what he said.” You replied with a sigh. “Doesnt matter, though. Like I said, we talked it out.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” He replied and finished sweeping. “Oh, by the way, I'm leaving in a little bit.” “With Sam?” “No. I'm taking this girl out for lunch, and then im probably gonna hang out with her the rest of the day.”

“Oh, okay. What's her name?” You asked. “Uh..” He seemed a little hesitant to tell you. “I don't think you really wanna know.” He responded. “Why not? It's just a girl, no?” It's weird how he's not telling you.. why wouldnt you wanna know?

“Cause,” he groaned. “You can't tell anyone.” He informed in a very serious manner. “Uh, okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows? How bad could this be? Its just some girl.

“Its Alys—” “ALYSSA? SAMS EX GIRLFRIEND?” He threw a towel at you when you yelled. “Shut the fuck up! Yes! Alyssa, Sams ex.” “Chris, that's your best friend! how could you do that to him!” “He doesn't even care about her anymore, Y/n. He doesn't give a fuck who she sees.”

“Then why do you wanna keep it a secret?” Oh, girl. You ate that. Chris glared at you. “Because I know he'll hate me if he finds out. Look, I just wanna see if I like her or not—I likely won't! He told me about how much of a brat she is!” “If shes a brat then why would you go out with her in the first place.”

“It’s none of your business.” He threw the broom to the side and stormed off to his room. Touchy. Jeez, he's such a girl. You sigh and think about how mad Sam would probably get if he found out. He was really attached to Alyssa when they first started dating.

You finished cleaning and decided to chill in your room for a little while.

“1 new message from Scotty.”

You open it and see the compliment he left you. It makes you smile. Sometimes you think about how happy Scotty could make you if he was your boyfriend, but you just didn't wanna hurt his feelings if he ever found out about your thing for his brother.

But was that the only reason you didn't wanna date him? Of course not. There were a bunch of other reasons. Like, Chris would be in your business all the time— Your dad won't allow you to have a boyfriend—Ugh, your mom would be really weird about it.. she'd probably wanna talk to you about sex.

Back at the Monroe's house, the twins and their parents were outside in their front yard, spending time together.. that was until Sam and Scott went inside for a little to smoke..

Scott didn't smoke as much as his brother, but he did it when he was feeling stressed. This time, Scott was the one who got really high instead of Sam. There was no way they could go back outside. Mr. & and Mrs. Monroe already knew about Sam using, but they didn't know about Scott. If they did find out, both of them would be in big trouble.

“Yeah, let's just stay inside.” Sam suggested. “But they wanted us outside!” Scott whined. “I'm pretty sure they dont care if their 19 year old sons dont wanna hang out with them anymore. If anything, they want us to leave them alone.” Sam rolled his eyes and sat on Scott's chair.

“Okay..” Scott sighed and looked at his phone for a while before talking again. “Maybe we should go next door.” “Why? So you can see your little angel?” Sam teased his brother.

The blonde kissed his lips and rolled his eyes. “Well, I actually wanted to see Chris cause I didn't really talk to him yesterday, but if that's what you wanna believe, sure.”

“Do you really wanna go?” “yeah!” “Okay, fine. Just make sure to not let mom and dad see your whore marks.” Sam left before Scott could even answer. He lagged behind for about 10 seconds before getting up and catching up to his brother.

They both kiss their parents goodbye before leaving for your house. Chris opened the door for them and took them up to his room. Long story short, Sam brought his weed along with him, and they all got high. You could hear a bunch of laughter and screaming from them down the hall. It made you giggle a little, hearing all of them acting like little boys.

About 30 minutes later, there was nothing but silence for a couple of minutes until you heard Sam yelling. You immediately knew what was going down. Chris must've told Sam what he was gonna do later.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Thats my ex girlfriend, asshole!” “You told me you didnt care who she sees!” “Yeah, unless its you! The fuck is your problem? You're supposed to be my best friend.” “I am!”

“No the fuck you aren't if you're going out with Alyssa. You're supposed to have my back.” He pushed Chris away. “I do, Sam, I do!” “Yeah? Yeah, you do?” “Yes!” “Fuck you, you liar!” Sam opened the door to leave. “Where are you going?” Scott chimed in. “To Y/n's room. Fuck the both of you.” Sam slammed the door.

You heard all this, and as soon as you heard your name, you quickly looked in your mirror and fixed yourself up a little—Scott didn't really take offense to what Sam said cause he literally did nothing, and he knew his brother was just mad, so.. “Think I'm gonna leave. Bye, Chrissy.” Scott said and skee-daddled out and went home.

Chrissy.. really? Chris thought to himself and left the house as well. He didn't even wanna be in the same place as Sam right now, so he texted Alyssa he was on his way.

Sam was already in your room by the time Scott and Chris left. “Did you know about it..” Sam asked, leaning against the door. “He told me like two hours ago..” You reply, staring into his makeupless eyes. Recently, he had no reason to put on eyeliner, and you loved it. Hopefully, he'd realize how good he actually looks without it.

“Were you gonna tell me?” He crosses his arms. Fuck. Just lie to him—you dont wanna make him even madder. “Y—”

“Dont lie to me.” He cut you off, staring hard. “.. No, he told me to mind my own business.” Sam sighed and looked to your window. Suddenly, he went over to your bed and lay next to you—but then he adjusted himself to lay in between your legs, his head laying against your breasts. “Just hold me, princess. Can you do that for me?” Um. DUH! How are you not gonna do this for him.

You run your hands through his black and blue hair, playing with it. His teeth messed with the inside of his labret piercing while you played with his hair. It was a habit he picked up when he was frustrated. “Your tits make good pillows. Real soft.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.

what did he say? no. fucking. way.

“Um—” you choked out a flustered chuckle. “Thanks..” you replied, still tangling your fingers in his box dyed hair. “Can I suck on ‘em?” OHMYGOD. You were freaking out so bad. Your heart was pounding, too. It made him chuckle. “That make you nervous, princess?”

That was enough to make you soaked. “Sam, you're high.. you don't know what you're sa—” “It was a simple yes or no question, Y/n.” You swallowed hard. Would this make you some sort of whore if you let him? You almost fucked his brother last night and now the other one is offering to suck your tits?

Fuck it. You're young and don't know any better. You nodded, and so he turned around, looking up at you. He gave you that little side smirked you loved so much. While holding eye contact, he lifted your shirt, revealing your bra. “So, so, pretty, princess.”

You wondered why it was so easy for him to make you throb. You gasp a little when he easily un-clasped your bra, revealing your bare breasts. “Fuck, baby.. ‘s an even better view than I imaged.”

“Imagined?..” You let out a whimper while his thumb played with your nipple. “Mhm. Been thinkin’ bout these tits for a while now.” Oh, this had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. “Can I taste?” He said, barley above a whisper. You nod, and soon enough, he put your right breast in his mouth. His tongue sucked on your nipple, sweetly for a while, until he decided to run his tongue all around your tit.

He left a hickey underneath and right above it. The way he skillfully sucked you was unbelievable. You wonder how many times he's done this..

“Other one, please.” He asked you nicely. He moved his mouth to your other breast and did almost the same thing—the only difference being that he left a couple more hickeys than on your right.

“Sam—” “Yes, princess?” He looked up at you. “Mm.. I..” you hesitated. the guilt was taking over you, but you were so damn horny. “Can you.. use your fingers.” You shyly asked.

“My fingers?” He repeated with a smirk. “Show me where you want ‘em, baby.” He gave you his hand. You blushed and closed your eyes while leading his hand to in between your thighs.

“Oh, princess. Did I make you wet?” He teased, knowing damn well he did. “Dont worry, baby. I'll take care of you.” He tugged your shorts down to underneath your knees. His middle finger grazing your clothed clit. “Ever been fingered, baby?”

“Yeah, but.. it didn't feel good.” You try to keep your noises in. “He didn't make you cum, huh?” To which you shook your head. “Poor, baby. Dont worry. I'll take care of you.” He pulled the cloth to the side and ran his finger up and down your needy clit.

“She's so pretty. So needy, too. Can feel her throbbing ‘round my finger.” This made you twitch and buck your hips up. “Patience, princess, don't worry.” He added another finger to your clit, slowly fingering it.

“So wet for me. You always are, huh? Don't think I dont catch you checkin’ me out.” He chuckled. His fingers slowly started to enter your needy hole. He barley stuck his fingertips in and you were already moaning.

“S’ okay, baby. You can take it. So wet, they'll slip in real easy. Trust me.” He took your hand in his free one. He slid his ring and middle finger all the way in, making you gasp sharply.

His long, slender finger felt so good inside of you. It made you wonder how good his cock would feel. “Good girl. Takin’ me so well.” He started moving his fingers in and out, curling them at times. Your pussy made the sluttiest wet noises as his fingers rutted in and out—it made him really hard.

“Yeah, mama, that's it. Come on, let me hear you.” He moaned out, absolutely mesmerized by how cute you looked right now. You finally let your noises out, whimpering his name over and over again and babbling about how good his fingers feel.

“Mhm, yeah. Just a little bit longer, princess. You're almost done.” How did he know you were already so close? Its like he had a superpower or something. “Bet my brother couldn't make you feel this, huh?” He looked you in the eye as he said it. Fuck. How much did he know..

“We—I.. I didn't let him fuck me..” You whimpered. “Why not? Didn't like him enough?” Sam asked, speeding up his pace. “Cause—fuck!” you whined at the need pace. “because!—I dont know!” Tears started form in your eyes.

“Little slut. Hes my brother, did you think he wouldn't tell me what happened? Im assuming you only got close to fucking. He showed me those hickeys you left on him. Gotta admit, I was a little jealous, princess.”

Sam Monroe? Jealous? What..

“M’ sorry, Sam..” you whimpered. “Its okay, baby. long as you dont tell him about this. Bet he'll be so pissed that you're letting me do this to you instead of him.” He says and pulled his fingers out of you, making you gasp at the loss.

“Tell you what. Let me fuck you just this once and I'll let Scott have you, huh? Dont worry about me, baby. I'm not good for you.” He whispered, releasing his cock from his boxers. The tip of him was super wet and a blushing pink. Weird.. his cock looked just like his brothers, except Sam's was a little bit thicker.

“You're gonna give him your sloppy seconds?..”

“No, baby. You could never be sloppy seconds. Too pretty for that, princess.” He slipped your panties off and hooked them in his pocket. “Come on, baby. Make a decision.”

It took you a few seconds to think about it. Maybe he really wasn't good for you.. he was a drug addict and probably had a bunch of girls he talked to. This would be your little secret.

You nodded, and before you knew it, he slid himself in, letting out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck, princess. So tight..” He gasped, holding onto your hips. “Tell me when you want me to move..” He groaned, adjusting to you.

You nodded and took a few deep breaths before you moved your hips up and down on him, earning a surprised groan. “Taking things into your own hands, huh?” He asked. “I like that.” He chuckled and let you rut yourself up and down on him.

“Mmm.. yeah, just like that. Doing so good for me.” He choked out, then thrusted into you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. It made you let out a broken moan. He continued to thrust himself in and out, progressively getting faster. The noise of skin slapping against each other echoed around the room along with the squelching of your pussy.

“Fuck, princess.. she's grippin’ me so tight.. dont know if I can last for too long.” He admitted, holding onto your tit with his right hand. “Your cock feels so good inside me, Sam.. fuck. ‘M gonna cum!” You tell him.

“Tell me what you need, princess. Faster? Slower?” He pants while his thumb runs up and down your clit. “Just—dont stop! please..” He gladly obliges and next thing you know, your cum is coating his cock. You watch his dick slide in and out of you, witnessing the mess you made all over him.

“That's a good girl..” He mumbled and slid out, stroking himself a couple of times. He whimpered over and over again until he came all over your stomach. He panted while looking at the mess you two made. “So good, princess. Did so good for me.” He swallowed, then leaned down to give you a kiss. A sweet one.

“Lets get you cleaned up, yeah?” He mumbled against your lips, then pulled his boxers up and walked over to your bathroom to grab a towel. He came back and cleaned your stomach, then threw it in your hamper after he cleaned himself up, too.

He took your panties from his back pocket and smirked. “Think these are yours.” He says and set them down on your nightstand. He helped you put your bra back on and even grabbed a new pair of panties for you to wear. You were back in your clothes, cuddling up to him, hand laying on his chest while his hand stroked your cheek.

“I gotta go in a little bit, love.” He says, a little bummed out. “Okay..” you sighed. “You're.. not gonna tell Scotty, are you?” “Id be crazy if I did. I dont want him hating me. If he asks, im just gonna tell him that you were telling me how Alyssa didnt deserve me and that Chris is a jerk.” He chuckled. “Alright.” you nod.

“Come on, baby. Just cause im not gonna do this to you ever again, doesn't mean we can't still be friends.” He tried cheering you up, setting a kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, I guess.” Saying that made you think of Scotty. ‘I guess’ his favorite thing to say.

You felt so guilty. So guilty that when Sam said bye and left, you didn't really pay attention. You sat in your bed feeling like somewhat of a whore. It was just once, right? Just focus on something else, and you'll feel better later. And you did!

Sam went home that afternoon feeling bad, too. He feels like he took advantage of you. He betrayed his brother. He definitely wasn't gonna do this again. He peeked into Scotts room since the door was open—he was asleep. He closed the door for him and went to his own room. He was gonna do his best to forget about what he did.

oh this was very VERY interesting to write, guys. it took like 2 and half hours too 😣 PLS LEAVE SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD INCLUDE BC I RLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE..

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