✧*̥˚ 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 *̥˚✧
amelie flood x sam golbach
chapter forty-one || 🎬🤍🦢

    Amelie was lying on her bed, music was blaring through the speaking that sat upon her dresser. She was home alone so she could play her music as loud as she wanted without complaints about the song and/or artist.

    Carmen was gone out on a walk to 'clear her head' (Amelie was sure she was going on a date because who goes on a walk in a dress and a full face?) Rue was recording a song and Riley had tagged along with the girl, so that left Amelie alone for the first time in weeks.

   She loved her flatmates so much, but there was nothing like a free house or so she thought. Little did she know she would get the fright of her life in 2.5 seconds.

   When she heard the creak of her door open over the music, her head shot up quickly. She let out a scream, which in return made the person who was walking through her door scream.

   "What the fuck, Sam!" She cried out when she noticed his familiar face.

    The blond had a hand over his heart and was leaning against the doorframe, "What the fuck, Amelie!"

    "Where did you come from?!" She shouted at him, her eyebrows furrowed and a frown on her lips, Sam couldn't help but smile at her angry expression.

    He pointed behind him, "The front door."

    She kneeled on the bed, her eye twitching, "How did you get in!"

    "It wasn't locked." He walked into her room and plopped down on her bed, smiling up at her as she glared down at him.

     "So you thought it would be smart to walk in?"

     He nodded, "Correct."

    She punched his arm, hard, making his smile drop, "You scared the shit out of me! And you scream like a girl!"

    "You scream like a girl."

   "I am a girl, prick." She spat, lying down next to him. She shook her head when he laughed, "What are you doing here?"

     He shrugged, "I was bored and decided why not come see my favourite person."

    Amelie rolled her eyes at his choice of words and ignored the burning heat on her cheeks, "Are you flirting with me right now?"

    "You wish."

    "Correct."

    Sam copied her expression from a moment ago and raised one of his eyebrows, "Are you flirting with me?"

    "Always."

He shook his head before standing up and reaching down to grab Amelie's hands. He pulled her up, making her groan, "Me and you are gonna go have some fun."

   "What? No!" She shouted when he turned off her music, "I'm home alone for the first time in ages. Why can't we just watch a film."

   "Because we always watch a movies together, Mellie." He told her, walking around her room looking for something before stopping at the door of her bed and grabbing the scuffed up black converse she wore everyday and handing them to her, "Come on."

   "Usually I'm way more into the bossy thing you have going on, but you're pissing me off." She glared at him, grabbing the shoes off him and sitting down on the side of her bed.

He gave her a massive smile, "Yeah, whatever, hurry up."

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An hour later, Amelie and Sam were sitting on a bench in a random park. She had the sleeves of her long sleeve top covering her hands and Sam's jacket over her knees seeing as the denim mini skirt she had been wearing for the past two days didn't like the cool evening air.

There was a box of maltesers between them on the bench. Amelie grabbed one and put it in her mouth before speaking up, "How's the child up your ass?"

Sam laughed in shock, "I don't have a child up my ass! You've really gotta stop saying that."

    "Right, sorry." She corrected herself, "How is the child ghost... up your ass?"

"She's, uh, good, I guess?"

    She nodded before turning to the side and catching his eye, the second they made eye contact, they both burst out laughing.

After a moment, she shook her head, "How does one just casually get an attachment. Like, that's actually insane — you're a weirdo."

"It's not my fault!" He defended himself, but Amelie still laughed.

    "You know that one Princess Diana quote and it's like, "Well there were three of us in this marriage."."  She said, putting on her best accent, "That's how I feel."

    "Are you saying this is a marriage?" He asked.

   She scoffed, "You wish."

He clicked his tongue off the top of his palette, "Perhaps."

Amelie did a double take. She always flirted with him, but he always brushed it off or laughed at her comments, this was different. There was no laugh. No rolling of his eyes. He welcomed it.

    Even after what he had said a few days ago about how it could've been her he brought out on a date, if she even tried to bring it up he'd shoot it down and act like he had no idea what she was talking about.

    Her jaw dropped as a smirk made its way into her lips, "Oh, my God." She giggled, "You want me."

   "Excuse me?" Sam asked, watching as she stood up and shrugged his jacket on.

   "You so want me." She laughed once again.

"Okay, you've lost your mind."

She shook her head as he stood up, grabbed the box of maltesers before putting them into the bin and following after the girl who was walking backwards just so she could look at him, "No, I'm so right. This moment is going down in history."

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, God."

She turned around when he caught up with her. She put her hands out in front of them, "Sam Golbach finally admits he wants Amelie Flood."

"I thought I made myself clear on New years."

   Amelie blushed scarlet, "I actually can't remember what happened that day... I think I may need a rerun."

    Sam had a sweet smile on his face before he grabbed ahold of both sides of her face and brought his face closer to hers. She knew he wasn't actually going to kiss her so she placed her hand on the front of his nose and pushed him away.

   "Get out of my face."

    Sam laughed, "Next time you say shit like that I will actually give you a rerun."

   "Yeah, okay, tough guy." She mocked him, but couldn't ignore the smile on her face and the way her stomach flipped up and down.

HEHHEHEHEHEGEHEHGEGEGEGGEGEGEH

GUYS EHHEHEHE

theyre so sabrina carpenter it's insane

i'm almost done writing this fic... ive only to write like 20 (ish) more chapters omd ☹️