Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 36, A Sad Ending

"I'm gonna pop some tags! Only got 20 dollahs in my pocket." I sang to myself while I watched 'Thrift Shop' by Macklemore.

"Samm!" Matt called from the other room. I took an earbud out and sighed.

"What?!" I called back to him.

"We're going out for lunch! You want to come?" Ugh, I was still full from the breakfast Damon had taken me to go get.

I had to leave Florida early because Lily had to be rushed to the hospital. She had gotten into a car crash with her dad and her side was the one that got hit. She was in intensive care and it would have been so selfish of me to stay here having fun knowing that her life was on the line. (Evan called me so I knew it wasn't a joke).

"Sure why not." I told myself. Getting off the bed, I unplugged my laptop charger from the wall and stretched.

As I walked to the kitchen, I could hear in the bathroom making some... Unpleasant sounds.

"Ah... AHhh... AHHH." Was all I heard before a sigh of relief. I made a disgusted face before running to Damon.

"Hey babe." He said to me before giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm not gonna eat, just gonna chill. Is that cool?" I asked him.

"Course. I'm not gonna force you to eat silly." Damon said as Cyr came out of the bathroom.

I just gave him a look, letting him know I heard. His face instantly reddened.

"Okay, lets go on an adventure!" Christian said from behind the kitchen counter.

"Wait. Cyr can you help me put my suitcase in the car?" I asked giving him the most innocent look ever.

His face was uneasy but he agreed to it.

"You're gross. Why would you fap in your friends bathroom?" I shook my head as I pulled the suitcase up from the ground. Cyr said nothing as I packed everything else that I had left out into the suitcase. I slipped my laptop into its case, where it would go inside my carry-on.

"I did nothing wrong and you were a type A bitch."

"You fucking slammed me against the wall!" I whispered angrily. If Damon were to overhear this, I don't even want to know what would happen.

"You deserved it!"

"I DID NOT FUCKING DESERVE THAT!"

"Is everything okay in here?" Matt said, sticking his head inside.

"Peachy." I grumbled.

"Hey man, I'll help her. I think Damon needs something anyways." Matt made a small smile as Cyr stormed out of the room. Behind his back, I gave him the middle finger and did a middle finger dance.

"Mature Samm. Very mature." Matt giggled to himself.

"Ugh, lets get this suitcase in there." I zipped it up and Matt scooted me over to take it with him.

In there were the clothes I had came with and new clothes that I stole from Damon's wardrobe. I may have stolen a beanie or three while I was at it, but in return, I left my blanket, favorite sweatshirt that he loved, and under Damon's pillow was a little note that I had written for him saying how much I loved him and coupley stuff like that.

"Coming Samm?" Damon asked as I took in his room for one last time. We had taken a few pictures while we were here and they hung right above his bed on 'my side'.

"Yeah. I'm coming." I whispered sadly.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked as I got close to him. He closed the front door and grabbed me by my hands.