Call On Me: The Story Of Sam *Part 16*
Call On Me: The Story Of Sam *Part 16*
Sammy's POV
“Hey Sam, have you seen Ryan’s iPod?” I was walking out of the bathroom and into our second living room, when Brendon called me over from the bunks. He was searching every nook and cranny of Ryan’s bunk.
“Nooo, why? Are you going to steal it, again?” he stopped and held Ryan’s blanket.
“What? I don’t steal; I have every intention of returning it.” He raised his chin up and I snorted.
“Taking something without the owner’s consent is considered stealing.” I said in a matter of fact tone.
“Whatever, help me look for it before he comes back.” Ryan was out on an interview with Blender and wouldn’t be back until sound check. But I knew Brendon wasn’t going to find his iPod. I had it.
“Why do you want it anyway, where’s yours?”
He completely gave up and sat on my bunk. He sighed and bit his cheek. “I lost it somewhere in last week’s venue. Where’s yours?”
“Wow, that’s four iPods you’ve lost since I met you! What for, so you can lose mine too?” Brendon was careless with his toys, he always left it lounging around, and he treats other people’s property just the same.
“Aww, babe, I won’t loose it. I’m in the mood for some music. Well, I’m in the mood for some Sammy, but I can’t have her, so music, will do.” He winked and raised his eyebrows crudely.
I rolled my eyes and sat next to him. “Well, too bad, because I don’t have mine. Ryan took it to his interview.”
“Well then, who has his?!” I shrugged my shoulders and gave an innocent face. He took two seconds before jumping up and started looking for it in my bunk.
“What are you doing?! I said I didn’t know where it is!” Crap, I forgot where I placed it, last time I used it, was right before going to bed, and I left it under my pillow…
“Aha!” He threw my pillow off and snatched up in his hands. “You little conniving devil, you had it all along!”
I shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up in the air, “I don’t know how it got there!”
“Yeah right!” I watched it hang loosely from his hand and smiled. I slapped his hand; it fell right into mine, before running to the living room.
“Sammy!” He ran after me and I looked around. Crap, no where to run to…
“Gotcha! Now give me the iPod!” he wrapped his arms around me and threw us over to one of the couches.
“No!” I cried out as I made myself into a ball and held it tight to my chest.
“Sam! Come on, give it to me!”
“Brendon! Get off of me…I can’t breathe!” I cried out again, he was suffocating me under the pillows of the couch.
“Not until you give it to me!” he was completely on top of me; crushing me with his weight. I moved my head and blew the hair out of my face and said, “Well, I guess we’re just going to stay like this forever!”
“Hey, I like this position, I wouldn’t mind.” He humped me right after his statement.
“Brendon! Eww, get off now!” I felt him laugh hard. “Come on!”
“Just give me the iPod and I’ll gladly leave you alone.”
“Leave me alone? Doubt it. Ryan specifically told me not to lend to anyone, meaning YOU.”
He huffed a ‘fine’ and got off of me. I sat up while removing the hair out of my face, and he sat beside me. I stuffed the iPod under my seat and looked up to him. He had on his stupid puppy dog face, the sad eyes, pout, and all.
“Aww, that’s weak man, come on, I’m not gonna break.” I folded my arms and sat up straight. His response was pouting his lower lip out more and blinking.
“You think Jon doesn’t try that with me? I’m completely immune to it.” I laughed. He rolled his eyes and lay down on the couch; resting his head on my lap. “Where is Jon and everybody, anyways?”
“The couples went out for lunch while you were sleeping. I didn’t feel like going, I had a big breakfast.”
“And you wanted to stay with
It’s been six weeks more or less since I joined the guys on their tour. Two weeks ago, I was thinking about leaving ha-ha, but how could I? I have the guy of my dreams within my reach. We shared our ‘I love you’ moment, that same day, and I couldn’t be more happier.
He’s tried to say it a few times, and even though I feel a little weird saying it, I’ll say it back. Don’t get me wrong, I do love him, its just different then saying it to Jon, or Sisky, or even William. We had that big fight, but since then, he’s been too sweet and doing everything in his power to make me feel comfortable and welcomed here. It’s working.
So we’re still a secret, but I can see us being a real couple and telling Jon, most likely when the tour is over, we’ll come out and say it. We haven't gone all the way, mostly because we haven't been able to, but I'm scared as well. Last thing I want to become is a notch on his belt. Needless to say, we were back to the way things were, just a better version.
Spencer's girlfriend, Gracie, is with us too. I was worried she wasn't going to like the fact I've been sharing a bus with her boyfriend, but she was actually really nice. We have gotten along smoothly and she's becoming just another one of my chicas.
Cassie, my best girlfriend, whose also Jon's girl, has joined us this week. It has been nothing but wonderful to have her around again. I missed my chica. Jon and I practically fight over who gets to spend time with her. I let him win occasionally. Little did I know, things would turn ugly faster than
Ryan's POV
“So, Ryan, with all this work and success, do you have anytime for girlfriends?” the reporter was starting to get on my last nerve. She was more interested in who I was dating or the whole Brent situation before the music. Our music is what got us here, why do they seem to forget about it?
“Uh…no, not really. We’re just really focused on the tour and putting out a great performance, we’re just on this chaotic schedule; our music is my girlfriend.”
“Oh, I see, so you don’t have one? I’m sure your fans would love to hear you’re available.”
“I’m sure they would. A few weeks back, someone caught a photo of me and a friend; we were holding hands like normal friends do, or at least my friends do, and they totally blew out of proportion. It’s not right, and I didn’t appreciate the comments made towards her. The fans get all rallied up about our personal affairs instead of the music, I think they should just focus on that instead of who I’m dating or in this case, not dating.”
“Hmmm, well that is disenchanting, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I guess it is to be expected. I, including the rest of the band, still love our fans, but we never thought it would get this crazy.” I scratched my head and saw her writing her notes.
“So what’s next for Panic! after this tour?”
“Well, we’re going to take a little break, we’re performing at the VMAs and then we’re going to kick off a fall headlining tour with bigger venues.”
“Any update on an upcoming album?”
“We haven’t started. We just came up with a few ideas, but we definitely aren’t going to start until after winter holidays or so.”
“Well, thank you again Ryan for meeting me here, have a wonderful show and good luck with VMAs.” She got up and shook my hand, before walking out. That was one of the weirdest interviews ever.
After the show…
I looked around the room. Mariah was talking to Cassie and Gracie about God knows what. They had that girly voice that really doesn't make me want to inquire.
Jon as usual, was playing a video game. This time it was Dance, Dance, Revolution. He was beating Brendon by at least twenty points. No surprise there, he can sing, but he sure as hell can't dance.
Spencer was looking through a magazine, and I was just sitting there bored as ever. I thought about the events that occurred these few weeks.
I never thought I would be able to let it go. It’s surprising how easy it was to forget about Jac. She called frequently, but Mariah would always give me that look and I would instantly hang up with her. Jac didn't understand me and we never clicked right. I found out quickly that my love for her was just a mistaken infatuation.
I owe a lot of it to Mariah. She was the one who wouldn't let it go no matter how many times I said I was fine, when I actually wasn't. She stayed up with me to talk, but I knew it was to help me clear my mind off Jac. I'm not very close to girls, but I feel like she understands me enough that I can tell her anything and never be judged.
I looked at my phone to see that Pete was im’ing me. I told him about tonight's performance; when Zack came and alerted us it was time to leave for the hotel.
The tour was coming soon to an end and we were staying the night in
The couples had rooms of their own, and I shared a room with Brendon. Mariah had a room to herself, and I just know she could not be happier. For such a small girl, she loves to sleep on big surfaces and spread out each of her limbs.
"Hey Ryan, do you have, or know where my headphones are?" Spencer followed me into my room.
"Um, yeah, I think Jon had them."
“Oh, okay thanks. Where's Brendon?"
"I don't know, he said something about eating." He nodded and said he was heading to his room for the night. I sat on the bed with my notebook on my lap. I haven't written anything since the tour has begun. Just a limerick or two. Tonight, I was determined to try to write something even remotely close to music.
Brendon's POV
I was walking down the hall corridor on my way back from the vending machines, when I was pulled to the side. I was about use my can of soda as a weapon against my attacker, when I realized who exactly attacked me.
"What are you going to do, can me?" she giggled, and I put the soda down. I looked around and smiled. All alone. She backed into a corner, dragging me by my shirt. I kissed her hard. I haven't had the chance to since this morning. She looked absolutely edible and I couldn't wait for her delicious kisses.
We made out, groping each other like we have been for so long now. We pulled away slightly to breathe, when she turned us around. Now I was in the corner. She stood on her tippy toes and I leaned in to hear her whisper, "I'm horny, baby."
I couldn't believe the words as she giggled and pushed me to the wall. She then turned to run away. I stared at her and came to my senses, as I chased after her into the elevator.
"What did you say Sam?" I asked as I held her hands in the air, backing her to the elevator's wall.
"Hmm, I didn't say anything." She gave an innocent look and I grinned. I had her hands entwined with mine, while I leaned in to kiss her neck. She shifted her head to give me more room.
"Are you sure you didn't say anything?" I nuzzled her neck as she gulped, shaking her head no.
"Nope, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"No idea?" I bit into her flesh and she yelped. I felt her chest heave and cave in. I pushed my body against her as much as possible.
"No idea..." she said as she pushed and forced to wrap her arms around my neck. My hands slide down from her hands, to her waist, and then down to her bottom. I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me closer, and I thrust against her until I heard her moan. I can't help but smile against her skin, as I kiss her neck harder.
"Brendon..." she moaned.
"Mhmmm?" I nipped down.
"We're in an elevator; it’s not safe here."
"For who?" I chuckled.
"Us. Come on, you never know who's behind that door. Baby, stop." She was right. I let her go and set her down before pecking her lips.
"That's really not fair, you know." I stated. I bent down to pick up my can I dropped.
"I know. Crap I didn't even press the button." She went to press the button of her floor.
Right away, the door opened. She shrugged her shoulders and walked. I followed her.
"Brendon..." she threw over shoulder and raised her eyebrow.
"Sammy..." I returned.
"Where are you going? Your room is on another floor." She asked, she picked her key out of her grey jeans.
"What, I can't walk my girlfriend to her room? After all, she is going to be by herself, I want to make sure she gets to her room safely."
"Riiight" she said sarcastically. We stopped at her room. She opened the door and stood next to the door way; I on the other side.
"Well?" she questioned, and put her hands on her hips. I stared at her. She had her massive curls up in a ponytail and away from her small face; she wasn’t wearing any make-up. She had on my dark blue v-neck shirt on with the sleeves rolled up, and the gold sneakers I bought her a week ago. She was so beautiful, and she wasn't even trying to be.
"What?" she asked, now folding her arms.
"Hmm, nothing. You're so beautiful, do you know that?"
She rolled her eyes and walked in. Holding the door, she gave me a fake angry grill and said, "Are you coming in or not?"
I shrugged and said, "Well, if you insist..."
"Brendon, shut up and come inside before anybody sees you." She smiled and I walked in.
I looked around her room and sat on her king sized bed.
"So...what do you want to do?" I asked casually bring up my eyebrow and smirking.
She closed her door and shook her head.
"This." She walked up and pushed me back before straddling my lap, and holding my face for a kiss.
I held her sides laid us back. Man did I miss this!
** So I'm not very pleased with this chapter. Not at all actually, I'm sorry for the horrible fiiler, hopefully it just means a great part is in stored for us. I know I said I finally have my ideas, and I do, I just didnt put them on paper, or type it I should say, and its been kind of hard lately to compose anything but straight shit. For the record, boys suck! Blame my bf for keeping me from thinking clearly and writing something remotely close to good. I hope your love-lives are in a much better form. Ah, comment and buzz lol if you think it's worth it, :-/ Hope all is well.
Peace && Love Darlings!
