Forever and Always
Leprechaun
Samantha's POV:
A smile played on the leprechaun's lips, his bright, shining blue eyes staring back at mine. His happiness was enough to light up the whole world; it was so contagious that everyone in the room would be beaming because of him.
Even though I was happy that this leprechaun was here in the bland room with me, I was still oblivious to why he was here. "Who are you?" I asked softly, peering at him through my long lashes, "Why are you here?"
His smile faded and I wondered what I said wrong. "Oh my God," he whispered, and his eyes darted around, nervous. Why? What fact was I missing? "Louis!" he shouted, "she's awake! Samantha's awake!" Puzzled at how this Irishman knew my name, I stiffened as another blue-eyed boy burst into the room. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that someone joined us.
"Sammie? Sammie!" he gasped loudly, wrapping his arms around me, completely ignoring the blond-haired boy. Not knowing him, I just stayed still. This so-called Louis seemed a bit confused at why I was so still, but he just shrugged it off. When he leaned in, I shifted away. Couldn't he tell I wasn't interested?
"First of all," I said slowly, like I was pronouncing a long word to a small child, "who the hell are you? And second of all, I. Am. Not. Interested. Got that?"
The pain was clearly written on his face. It hurt me that such a beautiful boy should ever have that expression, but I didn't like Louis. No, not at all. Well, maybe we could be friends but I was much more into that Irish leprechaun hiding in the corner of the room. "Sorry, but what do you think you're doing? You shouldn't just go hitting on some random girls. You need to learn respect. The way you act is disgusting." I tried to sound sincere and polite but judging by Louis' facial expression, I don't think I did a very good job.
Louis got up from the bed and started pacing around in the room. "This is all a stupid joke, right? Because I know you and you know me. Stop acting, Sammie. I never knew you were such a good actress?"
"Why don't you fucking get out of here?!" I yelled, narrowing my eyes. "You don't know me and I sure as hell don't know you. Only people that care about me should be here! Not some random, creepy guy. Get the fuck out of here!"
After my tirade, Louis was now looking at the wall opposite of me, tears trailing down his face. He was trying to hide his tears, because tears are weakness, but I swear I heard a small whimper from him. And I also swear I heard him whisper softly, so softly that I had to strain my ears to catch his words, "But I do care." And with that, he was disappearing through the door, dragging the leprechaun with him.
Did he really care? Or was he just saying it?
A smile played on the leprechaun's lips, his bright, shining blue eyes staring back at mine. His happiness was enough to light up the whole world; it was so contagious that everyone in the room would be beaming because of him.
Even though I was happy that this leprechaun was here in the bland room with me, I was still oblivious to why he was here. "Who are you?" I asked softly, peering at him through my long lashes, "Why are you here?"
His smile faded and I wondered what I said wrong. "Oh my God," he whispered, and his eyes darted around, nervous. Why? What fact was I missing? "Louis!" he shouted, "she's awake! Samantha's awake!" Puzzled at how this Irishman knew my name, I stiffened as another blue-eyed boy burst into the room. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that someone joined us.
"Sammie? Sammie!" he gasped loudly, wrapping his arms around me, completely ignoring the blond-haired boy. Not knowing him, I just stayed still. This so-called Louis seemed a bit confused at why I was so still, but he just shrugged it off. When he leaned in, I shifted away. Couldn't he tell I wasn't interested?
"First of all," I said slowly, like I was pronouncing a long word to a small child, "who the hell are you? And second of all, I. Am. Not. Interested. Got that?"
The pain was clearly written on his face. It hurt me that such a beautiful boy should ever have that expression, but I didn't like Louis. No, not at all. Well, maybe we could be friends but I was much more into that Irish leprechaun hiding in the corner of the room. "Sorry, but what do you think you're doing? You shouldn't just go hitting on some random girls. You need to learn respect. The way you act is disgusting." I tried to sound sincere and polite but judging by Louis' facial expression, I don't think I did a very good job.
Louis got up from the bed and started pacing around in the room. "This is all a stupid joke, right? Because I know you and you know me. Stop acting, Sammie. I never knew you were such a good actress?"
"Why don't you fucking get out of here?!" I yelled, narrowing my eyes. "You don't know me and I sure as hell don't know you. Only people that care about me should be here! Not some random, creepy guy. Get the fuck out of here!"
After my tirade, Louis was now looking at the wall opposite of me, tears trailing down his face. He was trying to hide his tears, because tears are weakness, but I swear I heard a small whimper from him. And I also swear I heard him whisper softly, so softly that I had to strain my ears to catch his words, "But I do care." And with that, he was disappearing through the door, dragging the leprechaun with him.
Did he really care? Or was he just saying it?
Notes
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6/12/14