Nowhere Boys Imagines

Sam Imagine 3

You unlocked the door to the apartment, with your boyfriend Sam standing behind you. An empty room was before you, with blank white walls, and shining floorboards. It was your's, a fresh start. A fresh start with the man you loved.

After saving for years, Sam and you had enough money to by an apartment. A new place to start a new life together.

Sam walks in, carrying a box full of stuff. He places it on the kitchen bench, and then heads out again to keep collecting te boxes. You smile at him as he passes, his arm brushing against your own.
He brings back a box, full of old photos and special knic knacs.
He placed it down on the floor in front of you, and sat down with it.
Sam opens the box, and takes out an old cup with a chip on the side. He stares at it, as you sit down next to him. he wraps an arm around your waist.
The cup is old, white and has tye dye streaks covering it. It was the cup that your older brother had made in ceramics class. He left it to ou in his will when he died at age 25 in a car crash. it was the only thing of his you had.
Sam kisses your fore head, his arm tight on your waist. A tear slides down your cheek. You look at the cup, and think of your brother. You put down the cup and turn to face Sam.
"I miss him" you say. He nods.
"I know." He places you in his lap, with his hands on your waist. You place your hands on his shoulder. You attach his lips to yours, tears streaming down your face. He kisses you softly, his hands brushing against your waist. He pulls you closer.

Sam was your home. Even if you weren't living under the same room or sharing a bed, he would always be home. And he would always be yours.