#sam;starter

Sam couldn't believe his ears, really. It was one thing to have to sit next to Brantley in this particular class, though it was another thing to have to work with him for this project. Sam wasn't quite sure why he didn't like sitting next to the boy, though it probably had something to do with the tiny amount of admiration he had towards the other boy (though he'd never ever admit that, he was too busy hiding behind his shy little geek facade). “Can't.. Why do I have to work with him?”

          sam's eyes darted around his surroundings,           nervous fingers fiddling with the lighter that           was clasped between them. he let out a soft           sigh, swallowing hard. he took a quick drag           from the cigarette that was being held in his           other hand, gaze being averted to his shoes,           staring down at them as if they were the most           interesting things he'd ever seen.

          “d'ya got a light, pal?”

          “sorry.. uh.. what?”

          “you look like the type of person that i'd like to stare at the stars with.”

          “may i ask you a completely serious relevant question?!”

sam: shit so n

“Now, I didn't get a word of that, but I'm sure it was beautiful.”