One Of The Boys

I woke up the next morning, which was, thankfully, a Saturday. It's been one hell of a week but I finally made it to Saturday. The only downer is that coach wants us to come to practice today.. On a WEEKEND!

I groaned and twisted around so I was Facing Sam again. "Hey beautiful" Sam mumbled sleepily as his eyes fluttered open. He kissed my forehead and stared at me. There was a knock on my door and I started to call out but then they just barged into the room. "Taylor get your ass-- woah. This is... Wow. Uhm.... What's going on?" I heard Jeremiah ask as Sam pulled his lips away from my temple. I laughed nervously. "Uh.... This isn't... We're not... We're both fully clothed! And I like Sam!" I blurted out.

Instantly I realized what I said and felt a flush creeping up my cheeks. "Uhm... That's not how that was supposed to come out...." I trailed off and hid my face against Sam's chest. I heard Sam chuckle and I just knew that Jeremiah would be horrified. But then I heard somebody laughing histerically and I moved my face up to see Jeremiah rolling on the floor laughing.

"Why aren't you yelling at me?" I asked. As soon as he caught his breathe, Jeremiah said, "I've known this for forever." I frowned. "How did you know?" I asked. He shook his head. "I know everything, Taylor." Jeremiah said and left the room.

"Soooo.... About that.... You know..., event.... The Kiss..." Sam trailed off.

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