Two Introverts ✔

23 | Happy

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Charles had kissed Sam. Two weeks since the two poured out their feelings for each other. Two weeks since Sam's heart had started to leap with joy at the mere mention of a certain individual. And yet, as cliché as it sounded even to him, he couldn't get used to the sweet words that Charles would envelope him with, the subtle touches they'd make in school when no one was seeing, and of course, the softest kisses Charles would shower him with. With every contact he had with Charles, with every conversation they had and with every day passing by like meagre seconds when he was around him, Sam was sure he was in love with the boy. But he was too shy to admit it out loud. He'd talked to June about it but that proved to be extremely unhelpful because June would just bombard him with a hundred 'JUST DO IT YOU F*CKINH MORON's and Sam had to bite back the urge to snap at him because did he really think it was that easy? Sam definitely thought otherwise.

With thoughts like that flooding his mind, he was quite surprised when he heard a knock on his door because their parents and Kat had gone out on a shopping spree. Sam had just wanted to stay home as he was tired from school - which had started yet again a week prior. Lazily, he walked over to open the door, only to be met with a face he'd never get tired of seeing.

"Miss me?" Charles asked, a small smile making its way to his lips as he placed his shoes neatly in a corner.

"Nah," he replied, but anyone could tell that that was a lie because the red that was creeping up his neck stated otherwise. Despite having seen the other boy just the day before, Sam wouldn't deny that he, indeed, missed him.

"Wow, okay, then. I'll just go ba-" Charles started, turning around to face the door he'd just come through, but Sam quickly grabbed him from behind and instantly put his arms around the taller boy's waist.

"N-no, please, I was just kidding."

"Hm, I thought so," he said, his smile only widening. Looking at that ethereal beauty, Sam wasn't able to stop the smile that was making its way to his own lips. They went into Sam's room - the room that contained so many precious memories that both of them held close to their hearts - where they'd planned to finish off some homework. Studying was difficult with the both of them as they never paid attention even for a second if they were together, but doing their homework was an easy task - they just laughed and talked and had fun while getting their work complete. And in case they missed out on something because of having too much fun, they'd just google the answers and copy them down (though that was a rare case).

And so they went in, Charles taking off his jacket and keeping it to a side, revealing his long, lean arms. Sam furiously blushed and looked away when he caught himself staring. What the hell are you doing?! Get a hold of yourself, stop-

"Something wrong?" Charles asked, having noticed his sudden flinch.

"N-no, why would you assume that?"

"Dunno, your face looks really red."

Okay, he definitely knows. He's just teasing me now.

"Sh-shut up!"

With a cheeky laugh from the other, they decided to finally start off. The sooner they started, the sooner they'd get it over with, and the longer time they'd have for each other.

A lot of time passed with them just doing their own work in silence, reveling in each other's presence. They usually took a lot of breaks in between, but - maybe it was due to the atmosphere, Sam wasn't sure - today, they didn't, and Sam was okay with that. Their time for other things would just add up, resulting in a lot, so it wasn't really a loss. 

When they were done, it was almost 7 in the evening. Stretching his hands and legs, Charles said, "Wow. That was the most concentrated I've been since ages."