- Smearle: Princessss Chloeeeeee
- Chole: Yes prince Sammy?
I’ll Stand By You || Chloe
-He looked down at her- Me too… -He muttered softly, feeling a tear well up in his eye. But he couldn’t cry, not in front of Chloe. Once she had escaped his grip, he took her hand, interlacing their fingers as he followed her to the back of her house- Here goes nothing, right?
-stops in front of the bathroom and turns around, kissing Sam softly- I’ll only be a minute. -she turns around and shuts the door ~she does her bidness~ then washes her hands and walks back over to the door and opens it back up, sighing- And now we wait..
-Kisses her back before nodding- Okay, take your time. -He said, taking a deep breath as she goes in and takes the test. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he heard the door open, his gaze adverting up to her face, nodding once more- Come here. -He instructed before he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly-
-she wraps her arms around him, tucking her head into his neck- What if I am pregnant Sam? It’s going to ruin everything
I’ll Stand By You || Chloe
-He looked down at her- Me too… -He muttered softly, feeling a tear well up in his eye. But he couldn’t cry, not in front of Chloe. Once she had escaped his grip, he took her hand, interlacing their fingers as he followed her to the back of her house- Here goes nothing, right?
-stops in front of the bathroom and turns around, kissing Sam softly- I’ll only be a minute. -she turns around and shuts the door ~she does her bidness~ then washes her hands and walks back over to the door and opens it back up, sighing- And now we wait..
I’ll Stand By You || Chloe
-Sam looked up at her as he heard the door open, his arms wrapping around her as she pulled him in- Hey, you. -He greeted quietly, holding her flush against him as he left soft kisses on the top of her head- It’s going to be okay. I promise.
-She nods her head against his chest and wipes away some tears that had form in the corners of her eyes- I hope. -She slips out of his arms and takes his hand, leading towards the back of her house where the bathroom is located-
I’ll Stand By You || Chloe
-After reading the last text he received from Chloe, Sam ran out of his house as fast as possible, not even bothering to put on a jacket. After getting in his car, he quickly started up the engine and sped off to her house. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..” He muttered, his stomach flipping around as he screeched into her driveway, his rubber tires sliding against the pavement of her driveway roughly. He quickly un-did his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, slamming the door before he ran up to her front door; knocking on it a few times to let her know he had arrived-
-Chloe paced back and forth in front of the front door waiting for Sam to come. She bit her lip, her stomach twisting, feeling as though she was going to get sick. She rubbed her eyes, hoping they still weren’t red from her constant crying. When she heard the door open, Chloe opened the door and pulled Sam in, hugging him tightly, burying her head into his chest.
- Smearle: Good, because I won't. Ever. You're stuck with me, Rose. I don't know, but the producers are pretty cool, so let's hope they'll be understanding? I know, I know. But we will figure it out, I promise. I'm scared too, but I'm here - it's going to be okay. Yes, of course. Can I come now?
- Chloe: Please and come quick.
- Smearle: Why are you sorry? Don't be sorry, baby. This is my fault, not yours.
- Chloe: I should have been more careful. What are we going to do? I can't have a baby. I ruined everything.
- Smearle: No, Chloe. I could of been more careful. I'm the one who should of put a condom on, that's not your responsibility. I don't know, but we'll figure it out together - so don't think for a second that I'll leave you if you're....pregnant. Chloe, you did not. Don't say that, please.
- Chloe: I never thought you were going too. I just...what about our jobs? I can't be pregnant and playing a virginal class president. I'm just..I'm scared. Will you come over with me when I take the test.
- Smearle: Why are you sorry? Don't be sorry, baby. This is my fault, not yours.
- Chloe: I should have been more careful. What are we going to do? I can't have a baby. I ruined everything.
- Chloe: Sam....I'm late.
- Smearle: For a very important date.....?
- Chloe: No Sam...my period is late.
- Smearle: It's what...? Are you....does that mean...oh my god.
- Chloe: I'm sorry
- Chloe: Sam....I'm late.
- Smearle: For a very important date.....?
- Chloe: No Sam...my period is late.
I'm nothing special. Just another girl
