i can't change

I spend a good amount of my time talking about something that I actually have no knowledge about, but it always sounds convincing. I'm Sam.

[khaliljadu]

I’m kinda curious as to if this mansion has some secret rooms…

[s-amfoster-blog]

My inner hardy boy is now wanting to investigate...

[anna--ross]

If we were then I think they would have gotten rid of us for becoming too self aware.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Who really knows, though? It could turn into Armageddon at any second...

[miss-becca-stevens-blog]

I fell asleep with my jeans on.

And now my legs feel all weird.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Lack of blood circulation, I'm guessing. Sweatpants would be your best bet.

[cass-beckett]

That would be so horrifying. I may have exaggerated a little though.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Still haven't found a way to entertain yourself here, I take it?

[gwen-robertsen]

The Honest Truth // Gwen & Sam

[gwen-robertsen]

As her head once again was lying against Sam’s shoulder, the girl let out a breath of relief and comfort. She was happy that Sam had trusted her, and really, that was all she wanted. When they had sealed the promise, her eyes lit up at the feeling and sight of Sam grabbing hold of her hand. Biting her lip and looking up at him, she giggled before looking at the television that had been unmuted. Squinting her eyes when Sam had mentioned to look at his father’s hand, a laugh escaped her lips and the girl srunched her nose. “That’s horrible! Do you know how painful that is?" Gwen raised an eyebrow before pulling up their hands that were intertwined and was inches away from biting his own hand to show him what it felt like. Playfully, the brunette let out a loud laugh as she watched Sam squirm away from her in fear. “Exactly! It’s sick." Gwen grinned mischievously before letting out a yawn and moved closer into Sam, enjoying the warmth. “Thank you." Gwen murmured, looking up at him once more. “Y’know, for trusting me. Letting me know the side of you that no one else does. I feel honored." Looking into his eyes, catching her her bottom lip in between her teeth, Gwen felt her heart racing, just looking at him. It was like the minute he had opened up to her and trusted her enough to tell Gwen his secret, she already felt closer to him that her words couldn’t describe and she liked the feeling… A lot.

[s-amfoster-blog]

As Gwen was about to give Sam a taste of his own medicine, he jerked their hands away and wiggled his hips like he was in a Shakira music video, but he never once let go of her hand. "I was a baby!" he defended, "I saw everything as a chew toy, can you blame me?" She only laughed and nodded and they fell into a brief silence and began to watch his dad play a short song from one of his greatest hits albums after he went solo. At first, Sam was unsure of how to respond, but then the words hit him like a ton of bricks. "Well, you're special... to me, anyway. Can't think of anyone else I'd rather tell someone like that to, babe." he kissed her head as he finished. To his surprise, Gwen shook her head no and sat up straight, placing their hands on the arm rest of the couch and kissed him softly. He was surprised at first, almost too surprised to even return the kiss, but he did. Their lips overlapped perfectly, hers reminding him of pillows, or even a cloud, if he had touched one of course. He ran a free hand through her hair, it settling on the nape of his neck. When they finally pulled apart for air, all they could do was smile at each other.

[cass-beckett]

There is nothing worse than being bored.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Nothing? How about being stranded on an island with a murderer?

[kateashfrd-blog]

I always miss the confrontations!

[s-amfoster-blog]

You want to see them?

[gwen-robertsen]

The Honest Truth // Gwen & Sam

[gwen-robertsen]

It definitely wasn’t ordinary for Gwen to process that her friend sitting right beside her was the son of a rock legend. Listening carefully with her mouth open in shock, it was then when Sam had muted the tv that he confirmed it himself. Mumbling words, not really realizing what she was asking, when he had cut her off and explained everything to her, it definitely woke her right up. This was just like finishing a really good chapter in a novel— a big twist in the end. Eying Sam, surprised at how the simple fame of his father bothered him more than his words could show, Gwen could tell by his body language that his father’s fortune was not the jackpot for him.

Pursing her lips, Gwen’s mind began running all over the place, thinking of what could possibly be the best words of comfort for him to hear. Realizing she’s never dealt with something like this before, she let out a long breath and shook her head. He mentioned people only used Sam because of who his father is and what he’s done, but that couldn’t be more wrong with their relationship. Poking Sam’s side from under the blanket, the brunette cleared her throat before speaking. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?" She let out a soft laugh before continuing. " I think it’s rotten how people treated you, I’m sorry… If it helps, I had no idea who you were when you showed up here. I hope you know that’s not how I see you at all, especially now. People suck because if all they cared about was your fame, they’re missing out on a great friendship with a great guy." Nudging his side, smiling to herself, Gwen could still see he was mildly upset. “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me." Pulling her arm out of the warmth of the blanket, the girl had given him the pinky swear gesture, knowing very well it was silly and childish, but Gwen felt it was right in the moment. Laughing as she stuck her pinky at him, Gwen rested her head against Sam’s shoulder once more, hoping her small gestures of comfort would be confirmation that she was nothing but real with him.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Sam gave a weak smile and buckled over when she poked him in his side. That was one thing he could never deal with. He wasn't ticklish at all but he could simply not handle having sides pinched or poked, and apparently Gwen found this amusing seeing as how she did it three more times and laughed while watching him squirm. When she was finally done, Sam returned his position and sat against the couch  Gwen joining him immediately and her body melted into his figure once again.  He laughed, "It's not my fame, it's my fathers but it's always reflected back on me. I'm glad you don't think any of me, I know I should've told you but it's become something I don't tell anyone without even meaning to." His head dropped as she showered him with compliments, he was never good at accepting such things. He accepted her gesture and took a daring move, intertwining their hands after their promise was made. He was sure she could feel his racing pulse while their fingers were locked but he didn't care much. He sighed, unmuting the television. His father was talking about his new book and he chuckled as he noticed something, "See that scar on his index finger's knuckle? When I first got teeth, I bit him. A little sick, isn't it?" he grinned.

[gwen-robertsen]

Maybe not gunfire, but maybe a large, sharp knife or something.

[s-amfoster-blog]

That makes me feel so much better, thank you.

[itsrickimarshall-deactivated201]

Yeah, pretty much. Besides, all my parties are the best. It’s a fact. So you’re going to have an awesome time.

[s-amfoster-blog]

There had better be games. And a theme. I quite like themes.

[s-amfoster-blog]

reply to my starters

god damnit

[s-amfoster-blog]

[itsrickimarshall-deactivated201]

You are officially invited, Sam, congratulations.

[s-amfoster-blog]

So this is super exclusive, then?

[itsrickimarshall-deactivated201]

Well, I've decided to throw a party since I figure all of you guys have nothing interesting or better to do. So, what do you say?

[s-amfoster-blog]

I say yes.

[anna--ross]

….this is a house, Sam, not a video game.

[s-amfoster-blog]

Do you have any proof of that?

[s-amfoster-blog]

I've been avoiding all of the confrontation lately. Is it safe to come out without fear of gunfire?

[khaliljadu]

So now that we established that, how are you doing today?

[s-amfoster-blog]

I'm okay. My muscles are sore for some reason, although they have no reason to be. What about you?