#stillprays

disagreeing boyfriend noises

Hope watched as a Chevy Impala pulled up to the boarding school, and if she were to be honest, something about it made her nervous. There never had been an occasion where such a vehicle had come to the school, being what she was, she had every right to be nervous. Watching as a man exits the vehicle, her heart rate increased. Such a stranger, and he was in a suit. He looked official. Was he here about the suspicious animal attacks the last full moon? She hoped not, because it was her own doing. Walking up to him, she offered out a hand.

‘ fine, one more chapter, and i get to pick the documentary. ‘

          “ well, ya know sam, i’ve been doin’ what i can up here. i’d like to think i got a pretty good thing goin’, ” she tells him, walking around the back of her truck and letting the tailgate down. “ got myself a nice little collection of goodies too, if i can toot my own horn. i’m sure it’s not as good as what you boys have, but hey, i’m still a newbie. ”

❝ sam, ❞ she says his name softly, emotion weighting her voice as she shifts closer to him. his hands are already clasped in hers, their knees barely touching as she leans still closer towards him. one hand lifts, brushing hair away form his face before her palm settles against his cheek. he’s so...heartbreaking, she thinks, might be the right word. he makes her chest ache. he’s strong. stronger than anyone she’s ever known. so strong that it makes it easy to forget that he’s just as broken as the rest of them. moreso, actually. he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, weighted by secrets that he’s never been supposed to tell. grieving his brother and family without ever truly being able to explain how it is that he lost them. she can’t imagine what that’s like. to try so hard to have a normal life, to get so close to it only to have it ripped away. his mom. his dad. jess. dean. she can see it in his eyes sometimes when he looks at her, like he’s waiting for it to happen again. like there’s a clock somewhere ticking down until the moment that her name gets added to that list. nancy’s thumb brushes over his cheekbone and she shifts closer again, this time sitting nearer to the edge of the coffee table in front of him. ❝ nothing is going to happen to me. i am right here with you, okay? ❞ her fingers curl at the base of his neck, head ducking so that her gaze catches his. ❝ whatever you need, whatever you have to do --- i’m with you. ❞

“tell me everything about the sex, go.” he looked up towards Sam with awaiting eyes while blinking slowly not even realizing the words he was saying must’ve been weird.