Sam and max stories

Prom heartbreak

(art by me)

Ah Prom, the night that Max was absolutely dreading. Not because he had to dress up fancy, he actually didn't mind dressing up. But because this was the night that he promised himself that he would finally tell Sam how he felt.

And it was going to be awful, because he was 100% sure Sam would reject him. Because he knew Sam was straight. Ever since they started junior high, Sam only talked about a few things. Computers, food, whatever mischief Max had got into that week, and girls. Lots of girls. Max had never dated anyone (mostly because all the guys he was interested in were straight) , but Sam had. Over the past 5 years, he had had at least three girlfriends. Sure, they all dumped him, but the guy didn't give up on trying to find the perfect girl. Max sort of admired that, it was only one of many things about Sam that he admired.

Max sighed. He understood why Sam would reject him... besides trying to find a girlfriend, he had never shown any interest in any guys, let alone any interest in max. Sure, they held hands once or twice and hugged each other a whole lot, but that was just because Sam was a scaredy cat, and because they were best friends. Hell, they both had their first kiss with each other at that one birthday party in 8th grade, but that was just because they were playing spin the bottle and Sam was too much of a wuss to refuse.

Max sighed again, looking into the mirror. He wore a pretty red dress and a matching red flower hair pin behind one of his ears. He thinks. If Sam rejects him (which he almost certainly would), he could probably just play it off as a joke, and everything would be fine! Sam liked hearing his jokes. Max smiled as he remembered how he first fell in love with sam.

*flashback*

Soft, marketable baby Sam and Max were drinking capri suns and sitting under the big tree behind the school to shade themselves from the sun. Sam turned to max. "Hey max?" Max looked back to him. "Yeah?" "What do you think the most attractive thing about a girlfriend is?" Sam said. Max thinks for a little bit before replying, "Well, I like people who are tall, funny, really sweet, I guess what I like most about a person is their smile and their laughter. Like if i do something dumb i want them to laugh instead of being mad and yelling at me like everyone always does. I love making people laugh." Sam nodded. "Wow, that's pretty deep.." Max smiled. "Yeah, I've been thinking of learning how to tell jokes." Sam smiles. "Well, I think you are really funny! Whenever you do something silly it just cracks me up!" he giggles. Max looks at him, blushing a little. "T-thank you..." suddenly, his chest started to feel funny, and he started to sweat. "T-that's very sweet..." Sam looked a little worried. "Max, are you okay? Your face is red!" He puts a hand on max's forehead, making him blush more. Max then continues sipping his Capri sun, trying to cool off. "Just.. just hot! No worries!" He smiles to sam.

*flashback end*

Max smiled gently. That was the moment his entire life changed. And things stayed the same since then, Sam always saying max cracked him up, usually while laughing.

Max just loved hearing him laugh, probably more than anything.

Max was brought out of his little daydream by his mom knocking on the door. "Maxie, your prom date is here to pick you up!" max went red. "MOM! Sam is not my prom date! We are going as FRIENDS!" he said, opening the door. His mom smiled. "Oh Max, you look just as beautiful in that dress as I did!" Max blushed and looked away. "Thanks..." she led him to the door, where Sam was already in the (not painted to look like a cop car yet) de soto, waiting. He waves to max. "Come on! We're gonna be late!" Max's mom hugged him. "Good luck my little sugar bun!" Max groaned. "Thanks mom..." he ran to the car and waved goodbye to her before getting in, Sam driving the both of them off to the high school.