#samuel|interaction.

“i know your face from somewhere, don’t i?” not known for being notoriously social, it’s definitely something for sam to be approaching a stranger. however, there’s something about them that seems familiar and he can’t put his finger on what it is. “have we had a class together or something?”

“my parents are paying for my degree. you know how expensive college is, right?” sam doesn’t actually think about how condescending he actually sounds. it’s almost a natural default for him when he talks to most people. of course he tries to avoid it with them but this isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. “it’s only another year. why do we need to tell them now?”

under the insistence of his friends who kept demanding that he ‘got out there’ more and had gone to all the trouble of setting him up with a tinder profile, sam was sat in the corner of a coffee shop glaring out of the window. he’d never on a first date with a stranger before and truthfully he didn’t plan on staying here for long. long enough to meet them, explain the situation and leave again. when the door opened and someone matching the vague description of the person he’d been set up with entered, he straightened up and tried to lift his lips in a friendly smile that probably still appeared to be more of a grimace. “hi. you must be...” damn, he’d already forgotten their name. 

“i uh... tried to make breakfast.” which explains the burning smell currently filling his apartment. “ —you wanna go for brunch instead?”

for the couple of years in college samuel had been good: hadn’t partied too hard or much at all really. he had eventually decided that it was probably time for him to loosen up a bit and that was why he’d allowed one of his friends to drag him along to some ridiculous party he’d heard about. in all honesty, sam was only planning on drinking a few beers to relax before he headed back home but unsurprisingly that plan failed. beer turned into vodka and a few turned into more than he could count. it was hardly much surprise at all that he’d latched onto them when he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to keep himself up on two feet for much longer. understandably they’d opted to take him home, which was a good idea in part however it was enough to let his mind wander and words he’d never say sober be spoken. “you’re – y’know,” he huffed slightly, pursing his lips together and stopping dead in his tracks as he considered what he wanted to say. “think i quite like you, actually. quite a bit.”

waking on the other side was always a rather unpleasant experience. it always left sam feeling lethargic and uncomfortable, though it wasn’t typically a feeling that lasted very long. he blinked slowly before he focused on the human in the room, drinking the sight of her in. she was pretty, by human standards, though it didn’t deter him from trying to will himself back home. it wasn’t until he realised that he was bound to the spot that he was in before he finally spoke to her. “what the hell, lady?” 

sam had been a bit of a nerd in high school, there was no denying that. in fact, he still was. the only difference had been that in his younger years his silence had come across as acceptance of the teasing he so often received. he hadn’t really cared, he’d always thought that he was better than most people around him and that hadn’t changed much. now he just had the looks to validate that thought. “huh  — i remember you,” he murmured as he sat back in his bar stool, waving his beer in their direction. this was really a full circle moment for him, someone who used to tease him now attempting to hit on him? he felt extremely smug and he didn’t even attempt to hide it. “you’re that asshole from high school, right? one of the ones that made fun of me because i aced every class?”

samuel genuinely believed he didn’t get nearly enough credit for the amount of self-control he was displaying right now. the temptation was fully there to rut his hips up and press himself further into their mouth, but he didn’t. instead he kept his gaze firmly trained on his laptop screen and tried to avoid looking past it. doing homework in bed was something he tended to frown upon, finding he was never his most productive that way, but doing homework with a wet, warm mouth wrapped around him? almost impossible. “you good?” he murmured after well over twenty minutes, a hand reaching down to comb through their hair.