Sam - SDV Fanfic

Chapter 5 - The Number

I wake up and do the same things I've done pretty much every morning: take a shower, skip breakfast, water and say a little something to my crops, and walk into town. Looking at my phone, I see that it's around 10:30 in the morning. I head back down to around where Sam's house is, and find him skateboarding in front of his home. Not wanting to startle him, I walk quietly past him and watch for a few seconds. 

It looks like he's practicing a kick flip right now, and I fight the urge to help him when he messes up for the fourth time. In the end, though, my gut wins the battle and my brain loses. "Hey, Sam," I say in a quiet tone, just loud enough for Sam to hear me. Even though it may have been funny, I go against startling him. 

"Oh, hey, Amelia. Nice to see you. I'm just trying to practice doing a kick flip right now," Sam says, his face full of concentration. 

"Yeah, I see... you're almost there; you should just maybe lean a bit more forward when jumping, seeing as you seem to be leaning so far back." Sam doesn't even ask me or look at me weird when I say that; he just tries it and, even though he still doesn't master his kick flip, he does a lot better than he had been. 

"Oh, wow, how'd you know?" He asks. He gets off of his skateboard and picks it up to give me his full attention, and I decide to study his features for a minute, pretending I was thinking about how to respond. I see his dark eyes, spikey blonde hair that must have insane amounts of hair gel put into it every day, and his torn blue jacket with several little patches sewn on. Once I meet his eyes again, I can tell he'd been studying me as well, but acted as if he wasn't. He raises his eyebrow, as if saying, "Go on."

"Oh, uh... Gee, you're gonna think that I'm a dork." I look down as I say this, and Sam just laughs. 

"No I won't. I've been trying to master this trick for months, and I find it pretty cool that you knew that that would help." He seems sincere, so I give in. I can tell he knows he won, too, because he has an excited look in his eyes. 

"I used to watch a lot of my friends skateboard and went to several skateparks when I was growing up. I know, it's kind of wei-" 

Sam cuts me off mid sentence by saying, "That's awesome! So how long have you been skateboarding for?"

I try to fight the urge to ask him why he doesn't think it's weird, but my common sense loses to my curiosity. "You don't think it's weird for me to like skateboarding?" 

He gives me a quizzical look before asking, "No, why would I?"

I push back all of my memories and just shake my head. "Never mind, sorry. I actually have never been skateboarding; I've just seen a lot of my old friends and family members skateboard."

"Wow, you've seriously never skateboarded?!" After I shake my head, he continues by saying, "It seems like you've been skateboarding your entire life! That's amazing."

I giggle at how amazed he is, and say, "Well, I am pretty amazing." 

He seems to get the joke and goes along with it, saying, "Yeah, you're, like, the most amazing person I've ever met." After saying this, though, he changes the topic back to me having never been skateboarding, but not before I see a bit of redness on his cheeks. "So, since you haven't skateboarded, why don't you come to my place tomorrow morning at around 8:30? I can teach you."

"Oh, Sam, that's not necessary." I would honestly love to go, but I don't want to feel like a burden to him, especially seeing as we've just met. 

I can tell he senses my hesitation and says, "Don't worry, it'll be really fun! Just two friends hangin' out skateboarding." Wait, did he just say friends?

"Ok, alright, if you insist," I say, even though I don't know how I'll manage to wake up so early. 

"Can I see your phone?" He asks. Without questioning his reasoning, I give him my phone and he types something in. Once he finishes, he hits another button and something rings in his back pocket. He must have texted himself to give me his number. 

"Here you go," He says while handing me my phone back. I check to see what he just said, and, sure enough, he made a witty comment about how I've never been skateboarding before. I roll my eyes and he just laughs. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I'm headed back home because I need my beauty sleep."

"Wha- it's only, like, 11:30!" Sam exclaims.

"I know. Like I said: beauty sleep. I don't look like this naturally, believe it or not." I turn around, blow him a kiss and give him a wink before headed back home. 

Amelia-

SAMSAMSAMSAMSAM
SAMSAMSAMSAMSAM
SAMSAMSAMSAMSAM

Sam-

Am I going to regret giving
you my number?

Amelia-

Oh, yes, so very, very much ;)
But don't forget; you were the
one who gave me your number,
so you can't blame that on me;
that's the law.

Sam-

Yeah, yeah, whatever

Amelia-

I'm going to go to sleep
now. Good niiiiiiighhhtttt :)

Sam-

It's 12:07 on a Thursday afternoon

Amelia-

Beauty rest, hun. Now, don't
disrupt my sleep. Good night :)

Sam-

Fine, good night. I'll see
you in the morning, Amelia.

A/N - I really don't have much of anything to say in this chapter. And yes, I am updating twice tonight because I couldn't wait to give Sam his number to Amelia because, yes, I love Sam, and I just couldn't wait. Anyway, I hope you guys are doing well. Thank you for reading, and stay safe! :)