Soccer Boy =(

Chapter 5: First Regular Season Game

//Sam's POV//

We're on the bus heading to our match, I have my headphones in and I'm reading. Someone taps my shoulder, I take my headphones out. "We're just about to the field, leave your phones on the bus along with your backpacks if you have them." Anael says as we pull into the field.

We grab our duffles and we get off.

We won our first regular season 3-1! Dean was there, so I went home with him after grabbing my things off the bus. "Nice game, Sammy."

"I wish mom and dad could've been there."

"Hey there are always your home matches."

"True," I sigh, "did you give Gabriel my story?"

"Yes, I gave him your story." I look down at my vibrating phone.

Gabriel- You are really cute

Gabriel- Like seriously, you highlighted all of that, then you wrote a little note

Gabriel- Also the story was amazing, you're very interesting

Gabriel- How did your game go?

Gabriel- Also also yes, I'll go out with you (obviously)

Gabriel- Wait... what about your parents?

"He finished the story didn't he?"

"Yes, yes he did." I smiled.

"So..."

"So what?"

"Well why is he spamming you?"

"Because of the story he likes it," I say simply and Dean nods.

"Okay."

Sam- We won 3-1

Gabriel- Great job!

Sam- thanks, so we can talk more about plans tomorrow after practice.

Gabriel- sounds good to me :)

Sam- :)

~~home~~

I'm done in the shower, I go to bed right away. Gabriel had already gone to bed.

~~after practice~~

//Gabriel's POV//

"I'm ready to tell my parents, but I just don't know how," Sam says as he covers his eyes with his arm. He's lying on my bed again, I softly smile, I'm sitting in my chair with my feet up on my bed.

"You're ready to tell your parents?"

"Well, yeah. I've known I'm gay for a year and a half. I thought about coming out when I'm in college, being states away and everything it seems easier. But you came along and..." Sam trails. He adjusts on my bed so that he's lying on his side facing me.

"I came along and?" I ask because he gives me an incredulous look.

"You know," he says.

"You like me," I say teasingly.

"Very much so, although I don't know why," Sam says I open my mouth, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant I don't know how. That sounds worse, I um," Sam shuts his mouth so that his face is buried in my pillow.

"You don't understand why it's me? Like you don't understand why now?"

"Yea," Sam mumbles.

"You're a writer, not a speaker."

"You get me so well."

"For only a month of knowing each other, yeah we understand each other."