~Time skip two months~
"Babe," I hear as I start to wake up. I look lazily and see Sam.
"Yeah?" I ask, still extremely tired.
"The apartment's still available. I was wondering if you want to nag it now so that we can for sure get it," he explains.
"Yes. Of course. Pay and let me sleep," I grumble. I hear laughter and whip a pillow at him, successfully hitting him in the head. He whips it back. The door opens as I get hit.
"Oh! Hey, Sam. We were going to film that cringey tweet video for your channel. You can join, if you want Storme," the person who I have now identified as Colby says from the door.
"Just let me get ready," I respond. The door closes and I put on one of Sam's 3 AM hoodies with some shorts. Sam and I go downstairs together as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I go to the kitchen and steal one of Jake's Monsters. He won't mind.
~Time skip to after the filming because I'm lazy~
"That was entertaining, to say the least," I say.
"Yeah, it was. I've got that apartment paid for and we'll be moving in next month," Sam says.
"Thanks, Sammy. Can we get IHOP now, please? And maybe Starbucks?" I ask. Sam laughs.
"Yeah. Come on. We're going out since Aaron's got people coming over to help him move," he says. I nod and we leave. We go to Starbucks first.
"Hi," Sam starts. "Can I get a peppermint white mocha Frappuccino and a matcha green tea latte, please?"
"Of course! Is that all?" the worker asks.
"That'll be all, thanks," Sam responds.
"That'll be right out," the worker says after Sam pays. He comes over to me and we chat while waiting for our drinks.
"Sam?" a worker calls. Sam gets up and grabs our drinks. We then drive to IHOP and go through the drive-thru.
"Hi. What can I get for you today?" a worker asks.
"Hi. Can I get two Breakfast Samplers without the hashbrowns?" Sam asks.
"Yes, sir. Anything else?" the worker asks.
"No, thank you. That's all," Sam responds.
"Okay. Head up to the next window," the worker says. We drive up and wait for our food.
"Okay. Here's your food. Two Breakfast Samplers?" a worker asks. Sam grabs the food.
"Thanks," he says.
"Wait. Are you Sam from Sam and Colby? And Storme Desantis? My daughter's a huge fan of you guys. Can I get a picture to show her?" the worker asks politely.
"Of course," we respond. I lean over and pose with Sam. Just a smile and a peace sign.
"Thank you so much. She's going to freak," the worker thanks.
"Of course. We love when we meet fans," I say. As long as I don't have a hangover, I think.
"Bye, loves," the worker says.
"Bye." We leave and go to a nearby park. We sit in the grass and eat our IHOP. A group of teenagers come up to us.
"Hi. Don't mean to bother you. Are you Sam Golbach and Storme Desantis?" one of them asks.
"The one and only," we respond.
"Oh my God. Hi. We're such big fans. Can we get a picture?" another asks.
"Sure!" I respond. Sam and I pose with them for the picture, and they thank us before walking off. We finish eating and head back to the house. There are still workers for Aaron, so we get changed into swimsuits and go to the beach. I bring my camera along for a vlog.
"Hey, y'all! It's Storme. Today, Sam and I are at the beach because we're bored and there are workers at the Trap House to help Aaron move. We're basically going to film ourselves just having fun and being crazy. Switching to GoPro in three, two, one," I say before turning off the camera. I grab a couple GoPro's and toss one to Sam. We walk down to the beach and turn on the GoPro's before just having fun.
"So," I say. "About an hour ago, I tweeted this tweet asking you guys ask Sam and I some questions under #AskSatorme since apparently that's our official ship name. Let's get started." I notice Sam isn't next to me. I see him in the water.
"SAM! WE'RE DOING A Q&A!" I yell out to him. He turns around and comes back, drying off slightly.
"First question. Have you guys done it?" Sam reads. I blush crimson.
"Free pass since it's super personal," I respond.
"Yeah," Sam agrees.
"Next question! Have either of you walked in on any of the roommates masturbating?" I read.
"Multiple times. That makes them sound like sluts, but they aren't. We had six or seven roommates, remember," Sam answers. "Next!"
"What's your favorite thing about each other?" I read.
"I like how you stay positive, even with all the shit you've been through," Sam responds.
"I like your personality. You always manage to make me laugh, even when I'm having a really tough time," I add.
"Next! What's your least favorite thing about each other?" Sam reads.
"I'm not the biggest fan of how you tell me about your plans for the Sam and Colby channel until the last minute," I reply.
"I don't like how you are sometimes so spontaneous. No one knows what you're going to do. It's like you make the most split-second decisions, no one has time to react to it," Sam responds. I nod and read the next question.
"What are your plans for the future?" I read.
"I'd like to get married and have kids one day. But I don't really look into the future much. Unless I'm planning something for YouTube," Sam responds.
"I'm the same. I don't look into the future, rather focusing on the present," I agree.
"Are you guys ever going to make a duo channel together?" Sam reads.
"Sam already has a lot to deal with, considering his personal channel and the Sam and Colby channel. We might in the future, but I haven't thought of a duo channel. Like, ever," I respond.
"I'd like to have one, but I do have a lot on my plate with my channel and the duo channel. You guys will all know as we will post a video on our personal channels if we ever do make one," Sam agrees. We keep answering a few more questions, but eventually finish filming. We head back to the Trap House and are greeted by Colby. He looks nervous. Then we hear yelling.
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FanfictionStorme Desantis moved to LA when she was 19. She wasn't expecting to meet anyone, let alone someone she's adored for years.
