summary- you get into a fight with your parents over relationships, and luckily your secret boyfriend is there to help
warnings- little angst (fight with parents)
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“sam! stop! my parents are gonna smell that!” you groaned, rushing over to open your window letting in the cool night air.
“calm down sweetheart, they won’t even notice.” sam still put out the weed he was smoking, despite his words.
sam was laying flat on his back on your bed, the pink blankets and pillows clashing against sam’s green band t-shirt and black jeans. he crawled into your window an hour ago and all he had done was flop back on your bed, complaining about his teachers.
it would be weird to people, the prissy popular cheerleader captain having a stoner ‘freak’ in her room. maybe that’s why you and sam kept it a secret, or maybe it was because your parents would never approve of him.
you joined sam on the bed, instead choosing to curl into his arms, which he opened for you. your skirt had slightly ridden up and your blouse already had a couple buttons popped open, due to sam’s earlier greeting towards you. sam’s hand trailed up your skirt, resting comfortably on the curve of your ass that your underwear didn’t cover.
you played with the little hole in his shirt, “you think we’ll ever tell anyone about us?”
sam’s silence at first gave away the fact he was taken aback by the question, “that depends princess, you want your parents banning you from seeing me?”
you rolled your eyes at the nickname sam used, the same one he first called you that winter day when you two first met. it was fall now, and he still insisted on calling you that, even with you two being together. “no, obviously i don’t. maybe they’ll like you.”
sam snorted at your hopefulness, turning to face you on his side now. “right, like that’ll happen.”
you also turned on your side, meeting his eyes. you pulled his face towards yours, connecting your lips instead of replying. you two sat slowly, never breaking the kiss. you crawled into his lap, letting his hands grab more at your ass now.
sam made his way down to your neck, kissing and sucking on sensitive areas. you quickly rid your blouse, letting the cool air hit your bra covered chest. right as sam’s hands traveled to the back of your bra, reaching for the clasp, a loud knock on your door sounded.
you practically jumped off sam, while your moms voice rang through the other side of the door, “honey, can you open up?”
“um, yeah mom, just give me a sec.” your voice was shaky as you looked towards sam, whose face had a resting smirk on it at your panic.
“asshole! this isn’t funny!” you whispered towards him before your eyes landed on the closet. you quickly grabbed sam’s arm, shoving him in the closet and shutting the door.
you yanked your bedroom door open, facing your mom. “oh honey, you could’ve put on a shirt, i didn’t know you were changing.”
you froze, completely forgetting about the fact you didn’t have a shirt on and that hickeys were actively forming on your neck. you reached for a hoodie, pulling it on.
your mom wandered into your room, sitting on the bed. she turned towards you, but then stopped, “whose hoodie is that?”
you looked down at the hoodie that you just put on and mentally cursed yourself for not checking what it was before throwing it on, the hoodie was a metallica hoodie, smelling exactly like sam, which was weed and a cologne he wore that always drove you nuts. “nobody’s mom, it’s, uh, it’s mine.”
your moms confusion grew, “why would you own that? you don’t even listen to that-”
you cut your mom off, “so what did you need mom?”
“right, your dad wants to know if you would like to join him on sunday night when he goes to the timbers?”
you groaned at the last name, jase timber. an asshole in your grade that your parents won’t stop bothering you about. “no mom, i don’t want to go. i already told you im not interested in jase.”
your moms face grew stern, “honey, you need to start taking jase seriously. he’s a star quarterback and straight A student.”
you let out a scoff, “there’s nothing to take seriously mom. we aren’t in a relationship and we aren’t going to be.”
your mom let out her own scoff now, “i don’t see why you two shouldn’t be. you twos lives fit perfectly. are you ever going to start taking dating seriously?”
you sighed at her question, you wished you could shout at her that you already had a boyfriend and he was better than jase could ever be. at the thought of sam you groaned, realizing he was hearing all this from the closet. “it’s a little hard to take dating seriously when you and dad would only approve of a straight A, football star, asshole.”
“language young lady!” your mom stood from your bed now, “me and your dad are trying to look out for you. give you what’s best.”
your frustration grew, “well maybe i don’t want someone like that mom! maybe i want someone who will see me for me and not just as a prissy head cheerleader, and someone who has a real personality and interests, someone who enjoys music and actually spending time with me, not someone who shows me off like an object.” tears were practically spilling out of your eyes by the time you finished, your frustration bubbling out.
your mom shook her head, “you’re going on sunday.”
with that she left and shut the door behind her with an extra amount of force needed. you sat on your bed, burying your head in your hands, completely forgetting about your boyfriend in the same room as you.
tears finally spilled out of you, leading to ugly hard sobs. you felt a dip in the bed before feeling arms wrap around you, and you getting pulled into sam’s lap. you looked up at him, tears coating your face. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to go on sunday, they’ll make me.”
you rarely saw soft sides of sam, but his expression completely changed into one of softness when looking at all your tears. “it’s okay princess, don’t worry about it, okay?” he wiped your tears that were still falling down your face. “if it makes you feel better, you look really pretty when crying.”
you let out a wet laugh at his stupid attempt to flirt right now, “you’re so dumb.” his fingers were still wiping softly at your face when you looked to meet his eyes, “i love you sam, really like i am completely fully in love with you.”
he kissed your head ever so softly, “i love you too princess.”
este speaks / i don’t care i loveeee cheerleader reader and sam
HEEEY WELCOME It's always so nice to have new people here, I saw your post about Hayden, I'm curious to know how long you've known Hayden, and which of his characters is your favorite???
Oh that's a great question hehehe
I found Hayden 3 years ago when I watched Star Wars for the first time, and the second I finished the movies I immediately fell down the Hayden Christensen rabbit hole 😭
Even though Star Wars was my gateway, I genuinely think Sam and Clay are my favorite Hayden characters (James has a special place in my heart too lol)
