When Our Hands Touched (A Slick Fanfic)

Chapter 3

The next day I was getting ready for yet another day. I decided I was gonna tell Rick about this if it continued, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. He deserved to know.

I put on some clothes, did my hair and straightened out my non-binary flag before eating breakfast. I decided to play some minecraft until lunchtime, joining the Hypixel server to play some bedwars. After my lunch I decided it was time to get going. I started my descent of the stairs to Ricks apartment.

I knocked on the door.
"Just float trough!" A voice called from the other side of the door.

"I can't, I'm not a ghost!" I yelled back.
A few moments later the door opened, with Rick embarrasdly behind it. "I kinda forgot I'm the only one that can do that-" I chuckled.

"By the way, Sam, have you had lunch yet? If not, I'll make you some."
"Oh no it's fine, I ate some Froot Loops earlier." I smiled at him, causing him to smile back. He really did look cute while smiling.
"Alright, good. So, where did we leave off yesterday?"

We talked for hours it seemed. Maybe it was minutes. It didn't matter however, since we were having fun. But those feelings, they didn't leave.

Another hour or so later, I noticed Rick sitting close to me again. God dammit, you're not helping...
I slowly moved my hand towards his to see how he'd react. This time he didn't pull away when our hands touched. I did see him get a bit redder though, but that might've just been the warmth.

"He doesnt like you-" the thoughts flooded back into my brain, and this time there was no stopping them.
I tried to supress them but it was no use. The only thing I coukd still do was prove them wrong, but was I ready? Was he ready?

I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Rick, we need to talk."
He looked back confused.
"What happened?? Did I do something?"

"No, it's not that... It's just- I like you, okay? I don't know how else to say it. If you don't like me back that's fine but at least be honest about it please.

He looked at me in shock. I sighed silently, already giving up. The voices were probably right.