[your POV]
me, sam and colby arrive at the amityville house, outside of the porch. colby parks into the parking space, close to where he could find a place so we can enter the house. we all take a step outside of their car and sam locks the car with the keys being held in his hand. "alright.. this is the place. we should go in." sam speaks frailly, turning his head around to face me, with a tiny smile curving up on his face. my heart flutters all unexpectedly, trying to shake the gay thoughts out of my mind, and concentrate investigating the house voluntarily.
"yo y/n, you ok? you seem a little.. red." sam shifts his face over to me slightly once again, noticing the light blush forming across my cheeks. my eyes widen in the slightest, simply turning to sam before uttering. "i'm fine, don't worry about me. i'm a very strong individual." i circle my toned muscles from my arms, in a simple modified accent, a more british one, raising my eyebrows completely diminished. sam chuckles shrewdly, his smile enlarging on his face. "yeah, i bet you are." his eyebrows lift against his face as well, as they go back to normal in a split second, his smile still shining. my heart skips a beat, admiring his smile. i agitate my head to the sides, trying to shake my thoughts off about him. why do i keep thinking about him? i need to stop being so gay for him.
"ok so.. first off we're gonna record inside the house before doing a summary of the story of it, ok?" sam voices holding the camera, but off camera, so he hasn't started the recording just yet. he adjusts his camera lens so the upcoming footage is visible and clear enough to be watched. i pose my hands behind my lower back, around my waist, nodding my head slickly. i take my moment to gawp at sam, my eyes stuck with his deeply, noticing all of his facial features picturing in my head. i feel the gay panic eddy inside me, but i fully ignore it, and decide focusing on the investigation from today.
we walk inside the house, remarking all the proportions of it, our eyes ambuscading throughout the whole house. sam pushes himself closer to me and yet, my eyes crumple a bit, but not in an upset mode. i become fairly surprised by this type of action, and cross my arms as a sign of forgery, but in a good way definitely.
[sam's POV]
i shift in unawareness closer to y/n, my eyes displacing to the sides of the house's wall, before meeting my gaze with his. y/n is such a pretty boy.. wait! i can't just think that out loud in my head! ugh, i'm so inept sometimes. i start to imagine something else rather than on the main objective quite usually, and that's not very clever of me, but i guess this is what i'm simply experiencing right now. i decide to go along with the investment of today's investigation, turning on the flashlight i'm currently carrying with me. i take a step closer to y/n, making sure he's feeling safe around me and colby.
"hey if you get too uncomfortable or unsteady, just.. tell me, ok? we can even stop the recording if you want to as well." i've never been this wavered about speaking to someone else, hesitantly pronouncing my words to him. my mouth slowly dissevers, being so reluctant and confounded by my own thoughts. but i ride the wave.
after a few moments of investigating the further part of the horror house, i sense that y/n is getting a bit creeped out, so i pull myself altogether to move a little closer to him. we all start debating whether this part of the house is the most creepiest, or something else. but there it goes, a loud thud happens to exist in the part of the house we're talking about, and y/n gets quite afeard. then the cat ball's lights roll around along with the ball, my mouth parting slightly widened, before talking my thoughts out. "oh my god! that just went off dude!" i shift my head to face y/n, him also being aghast in the contemporary moment. we've all noticed that, that is the most dismaying part of the house.
quite beating the bush, i can't help but catch myself gaping at him from time to time, trying to make sure he's alright with me filming or not. but he can let me know whenever. as i notice him being on edge, i reach my hand out to grab his, to make sure he's not getting any more scared. him feeling my own hand touch his, he shifts his head to face me, observing his eyes slightly widened by the gesture i've proceeded to take. i can also notice the faintly vague pink blush beget on his face. he looks so cute.. no! i'm not gay! well i don't think so. i have to focus on finding footage on camera or searching for any clues, to keep the spirits hostage of their actions.
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