It’s Always A Task Talking To Him..
Sammie Moore x Reader : 926 Words : Caramelcleopatraa
Stack and Smoke are helping with the decor, taping, and tacking stuff, getting their hands dirty with the paint, while Annie, Bo, and Grace crowd the kitchen, efficient as a swat team in making as much food as possible. Your friend had came over as soon as she heard the word food come out of your mouth; you didn’t even get to finish the sentence before you heard rustling on the other side of the line as she grabbed her keys and yelled,
“Say no more! Imma be there!”
You had called as many people as possible to let them know that the family was having a get together, and everyone was welcome. Your mother was cleaning, as always. sweeping from the front of the house to the back of the house. Your dad was out getting the drinks, paper plates, to go plates, cups, and silverware. It was sure as hell gonna be live tonight.
You had one more person to call. Your finger hovered over the contact. you weren’t scared…. you just… knew once he started talking, you went weak in the knees. That alluring mississippi drawl that oozed through every single word, making it hard to focus on what he said, as you just wanted to hear him speak all day long. You didn’t have a crush on him, he was just a friend. One you’ve had since middle school. And whenever you would sit down with the family for dinner and they would ask you if you liked sammie, you always said the same thing, “We just friends, nun bigger than that.” But they saw through that, you know that. That’s why you keep asking. But you don’t have a crush on him, which is why your answer will always stay the same. But you’ve never felt like this for any other boy.
You catch yourself smiling, and quickly straightened your lips, so it didn’t sound like you were happy to call him.
“Don’t start with the bullshit sammie, just wanted to know if y’all are free this evening.”
You heard your voice get softer as you spoke deeper into your sentence. You were getting shy. From a phone call. With some guy with a nice voice. But it wasn’t just some guy though…
“Why, wanna see me darling? You miss me?”
It was sammie. The same sammie that helped you when you first started playing piano as he made his shift to guitar. The same sammie that would always be by your side in class, at lunch, on field trips, you name it. If you looked to your left, he would be right there, looking at you.
“Noooo, my family’s hosting a big get together. Y’all wanna come down and catch some of this food ‘fore it’s gone?”
And somewhere in between that time, whenever he talked to you, you felt nervous. It would go away eventually, but it would always show its face when he was around. You started really caring about how your hair looked, how much lipgloss you had on, and how you were sitting when he came your way, not doing anything to actively fix it, but it popped up in your mind as a quick thought from time to time.
“You made your delicious strawberry pound cake?”
You would roll your eyes if he was saying this to you in person, but you loved that he was so obsessed with your crafts and hobbies. Whether you needed a taste tester or a client, he was always supportive in the best way possible.
“I shouldn’t have, but yeah, made it last night. want me to save you a slice?”
“Yes please, sweetheart. You always know how to please me.”
You silently gasp, trying to figure out what response to craft as fast as possible. Fuck. The way he said it damn near had you malfunctioning. ‘Don’t blush, don’t giggle, don’t get soft!’
“Don’t say things like that! You make it sound so dirty!”
Aaaand you managed to do all three. Your tough act had been torn through yet again.
“And you’re innocent, sweet thing?”
“Now you’re in my business.”
“Well,I just want you to know the plan before I get there, so you can’t be actin’ surprised.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me this big plan of yours, preacherboy.”
“Imma be nice an’ hospitable, say hi and speak to all the guests. And the minute i’m done, you mine, and we goin up to your room.”
Butterflies. Fuck. He called you his. His. You loved the way that sounded. And he sounded so sure of himself. You always loved that about him. He spoke with such certainty that he could convince you to believe anything he said.
“Can’t wait to have you all to myself, pretty.”
You can’t wait for him to get here. Waiting by the window, looking for his black nissan to pull up. Of course you said hi to his parents, but when he finally pulled up, he saw you looking out through the window, and smiled immediately, making eye contact with you as he exits the car, black shirt with a gold thin chain and tinted yellow sunglasses, and black sweatpants with crisp white forces. You noticed every minute detail about him, and you could imagine what it could be like to be alone with him. Shit. You do like him.
Seeing Beyoncé tomorrow, so i wanted to write this super quick !
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