SURPRISE! Hey guise, it's Sophia Corgi's birthday... well, it was 56 minutes ago *insert awkward laugh*, so HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY! This futuretake is dedicated 'cause simply put, she's awesomesauce.
This was beta'd by the fabulous GeekChic12.
I smile when I see Sam, as I always do, when my phone buzzes in my hand. I look down to see that Zafrina, my best friend/extroverted-half, has tweeted me another One Direction fanfic recommendation. I swear, that girl is obsessed. I don't see the point. Yes, they're cute, but… meh. But I favorite the tweet to give her the satisfaction. It's not like I'm ever going to read it.
The metal chair screeches against the floor as he sits down with his sugar-fix of the day. I notice that it's a slice of Iced Lemon Pound cake today. Yesterday, it was a blueberry muffin. I don't blame him, though. The desserts here are to die for.
"Who're you talking to?" It's an innocent enough question, but the emotion shimmering beneath the words causes me to look up at him, alarmed.
"Zafrina… Why?" I ask as I study him. After all, I've known him for about a decade now. I should be able to tell the difference.
The corner of his lips quirks upward, and he shrugs. "Wondering."
I don't believe him, but I see no reason to interrogate him. I pull out my MacBook and textbooks from my bag, and he does the same. We come here every week to do homework together; it's a sort of...tradition of ours. Though we've always ended up in different classes—his interests lie in mechanical engineering, while I'm more of the medicine type—we've studied better together most of the time, more focused somehow.
But today's not one of those days, I realize pretty quickly, as my mind subconsciously focuses on Sam's tapping foot and clicking pen. I huff in annoyance and turn to glare at him a bit. He doesn't notice.
Click. Click. Clic-
He jumps slightly at my voice. "What?"
I glare at his pen and raise my eyebrow. He rolls his eyes at me before clicking away, faster and harder, just to annoy the shit out of me. I grit my teeth before I realize that I—thankfully—brought my earphones with me. I unzip my bag and start digging through all the shit I have in there.
"Sooo…" He begins and stops, just to look at me with inquisitive eyes. "Didya?"
"Did I what?"
"Kiss Thomas Carlson."
I choke on my spit. "What?"
Apparently, that answer's enough for him as he stops fucking with my head with his shitty little pen, and if I look a little closer, I'll dare to say that he looks a little...happy. I don't dwell too much on that as I focus on Plato's words of wisdom.
My lips curve upward of their own accord as the sun splashes warmth over my skin. It's been raining for past week, and I've always been a morning person.
I hear a soft chuckle beside me. "Enjoying the sun?" Sam smiles at me. Not a polite, hi-how-are-you smile, but a real smile, and I'm left wondering again.
"Maybe you should move to Cali or something."
I look at him. What the fuck is wrong with you, boy? "But I'd miss you too much." I pout at him.
His eyes widen for a second, and he smiles again as he blushes. I stop. This is getting too weird for me.
"Is everything all right with you?"
He falters a little before looking back at me in alarm. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
I shrug. "You seem...weird."
"Huh" is his only reply as he turns around and starts walking home again.
I watch in mild disgust as Dad kisses Mom goodnight. It's a chaste kiss-thank God--but still, they're my parents. I quickly look down to my empty plate when Mom turns her attention back to me. I'd been telling her about Zafrina's new boy-toy and how utterly ridiculous he is. He hangs onto Zafrina's every words like a lost puppy. It's a good thing he's cute. I finish the sordid tale to Mom the same time I'm done with my dinner so that she's prepared for it the next time Zafrina comes over. Since Zafrina's mom left when she was a kid, my mom has taken up that role, much Zafrina's and my excitement. The three of us are as thick as thieves.
I get up to wash the plate when the doorbell rings, and Mom and I share a look, the holy-shit-it's-an-axe-murderer look. I tiptoe into the kitchen, quietly place the plate in the sink, and grab a knife as Mom goes to answer the door. Just to be sure. I hear Mom unlock the door and tighten my grip on the knife.
"IT'S SAMMIE!" Mom hollers, and I relax infinitely. I half-skip my way to the door 'cause it's just that kinda night and greet my best friend…who is soaking wet—I didn't even realize it was raining; so much for good weather—and is still standing in the doorway.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He rushes out the words in a slightly high-pitched, panicked voice as if someone died.
"Suuuure." I step outside and close the front door behind me. "What's up?" What the hell is he doing here at nine o' clock at night?
"I...um, I need to ask you something."
I stare at him blankly. "Well?"
"Um, well, I-I was wondering if...what'sthemathhomework?" His eyes widen as he realizes his question, and he bites down on his lip, so hard that I'm afraid he'll break skin.
He looks away, his jaw taut. "I said, what's the math homework?" He replies, his words spoken through his clenched teeth.
"Um, just study for the test. The one that Mr. Waynrite has been reminding us about for the last week."
"Oh. Right. That. Thanks." He turns arounds and sprints down our patio steps. Okay...weirdo.
I slip back into the house and lock the door behind me. I refuse to ponder over what just happened 'cause it'll probably give me a headache, and I was having such a wonderful day.
Mom's drying the dishes as I head to my bedroom, and I give her a recap of what just happened without her asking because I know she'll find out anyway. I'm halfway up the stairs when the doorbell rings again, and I call dibs on it 'cause I know it's Sam. Don't ask me how I know. I just do.
I fling the door open and step outside when a pair of arms grab me and shove me against a wall. I open my mouth to scream, but it's quickly covered with a pair of warm, wet lips. I freeze.
I don't understand. He moves on me, twisting his head slightly to get closer to me. His hands are on my hips, holding me but not constraining me. Slowly, I realize that I could probably shove him off me if I wanted to.
But I don't want to. Not when he feel so good. Warm, comfort, protection… safe. I revel in these emotions. So much so that I'm shattered when he pulls away abruptly, his eyes shocked.
Neither of us moves. We're still inches apart, close enough to feel the other's breath. Close enough that my each breath causes my breasts to touch his chest, and I realize that he's just as aware of that as I see his eyes darken.
He blinks first. I pull back a little. I watch with slight fascination as determination sets in his eyes, and I know I'll be his forever.
"Will you go out with me?"
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