Let It Rain Pennies

=Three=

Two years later
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    I flicker my eyes open, and stare at my dark ceiling for a few moments before turning on my lamp.

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    "Ugh" I sit up and push my curtain to the side and see Sam with his index finger, curled and ready to tap at my window again.
    I glare at him. He nervously smiles, wide awake—as he always was.I unlock my window and push it up.

    "What do could you possibly want?" I put my elbows on the windowsill.

    He's grown on his hair since eighth grade, it's now about shoulder length A a bit wavy in the front of his face. He's grown into his body bit more, still lanky and tall. He's very little acne maybe 1 to 2 bumps every three weeks.
    He's less of a baby face, but he still cute. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a red flannel with blue jeans...bare foot and his hair half up in a bun.

    "My girlfriend isn't sleeping over tonight." He smirks

    I close my eyes, pushing my face into my palm, "Sam, do you seriously want me to play Mario Kart with you in your basement at 2:30 in the morning?" I ask.

    He scoffs, "Of course?"

    "Sam...I'm tired."

    "Then stop being tired." He grabs my shoulders and shakes me.

    I shove his arms away, the weight of my body making me weak, my eyes still closed. "I'll come over and play Mario Kart with you in the morning."

    "It is morning."

    I flicker my eyes open and stare at him, "You know I mean fully awake."

    "You can get fully awake at my house, I'll smack you around and force feed you coffee through a funnel," He suggests like it's normal.

    "No, I'll be fully awake in six hours. I'm sorry your girlfriend is a buzz kill and deprives you of my awesomeness but I'm not coming over right now."

    "Don't shit talk Steph, man. That's low."

    "It's not low is she's keeping you from hanging out with friends."

    He sighs, "What's with you and Steph?"

    "She hates me, you know that. Therefore, I can hate her for hating me."

    "That's dumb."

    "She's dumb." I snap

    "You're dumb." He snapped right back at me.

    For a moment I stared at him, "Fuck it, do you have a hair tie?"

    "Yeah." He takes down his hair and shakes it out before handing me the tie.

    "Thanks," I flip my hair over and back before loosely twisting it into a bun.

    "You need help climbing through that window?" He steps back.

    "I'm not handicapped."

    "You look like a noob when it comes to sneaking out, lame."

    I stick my foot out, "Excuse me? I've been sneaking out with you since seventh grade."

    "Then get better at it." He playfully ridiculed me.

    "Fuck you." Jump out and close the window.