AfterHours || a Sammy Lawrence Fanfic

Chapter 3: Sleeping Sheep

Sleeping sheep

Your eyes blinked open. The damp ceiling above you. Sighing softly, you say up slowly and carefully. The ticking clock was the only sound that filled the room. Other than the sound of the freaking bed bellow you, and the sound of snoring.

Snoring? Beside you lay the sleeping body of Mr. Lawrence. You look at the clock, it seemed you and him had been here for hours. 

"Sammy?" You whispered.

No response. Though you were the one in the infirmary resting, it seemed the director of the music department  needed a break himself.

You laid your head back down in your pillow. You noticed how silent the rest of the studio was. It must've been past closing hours for it to be this silent, otherwise sammy wouldn't even be here.

Sammy groaned, blinking his eyes softly. “Are you- awake?” He muttered, seemingly still half asleep.

“I- Yes! I-i am.” You began, “How long have you been down here?”

“A few hours maybe? It's after 7, if you’d like I can drive you home.” He groaned, stretching his arms wide.

“I- N-no that's not necessary! It's alright i can-”

“The buses don't pick up after 7, how else would you get home?”

Your face flushed. Bus? Right, you had forgotten your car broke down a few weeks ago. Forcing you to take the bus home as you were underpaid, and you didn't have the money to get a repair.

“I can walk!” You stuttered,  but Sammy only frowned at you.

His head shook, “4 miles? What’s with you? You break down after I yell at you, I almost have to force you to take a break, and now out of the kindness of my heart, I offer to take you home, but  you refuse? Did I do something wrong?!” He stood up, his arms crossed, as this was his natural stance of anger.

"It's just-" You stuttered, "You are giving me special treatment the others deserve! I don't want to burden you with having to take care of me!"

Sammy froze, his face frowned, but not his usual frown. It was the same face he gave you after he yelled at you. The face of an apology. “You could never burden me Y/N. I consider you well- a good- acquaintance. Maybe even a friend.” You stood there for a moment, a tad surprised by what he had said.

You couldn't find the right words to say, and Sammy could tell. He looked down at the floor, fidgeting with his hands.

“I’m- I’m sorry for well- avoiding you Sammy.” You began, “I just-”

“It's alright Y/N, I understand. Now, may I take you home?”

Sammy had a pretty rustic car, to match his rustic attire. It wasn't old, or broken, but rustic. The two of you ran to his car, as the pouring rain hit your heads softly. The sun had already set by the time the both of you were on the road.

Sammy gently turned the radio up, listening to one of the soundtracks for the audio. How egotistical of a man to listen to his own work. Late drives like these were your favorite, especially when the rain was just like this.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Sammy whispered.

"I forgive you Sam." You smiled at him, as he kept his saddened eyes on the road.

You pushed your hand onto his, as Sammy's hand was on the gear shift. He flitched, but didnt move. Sammy Lawrence smiled, still not looking away from the road.

Little moments like this, these are what you cherished.

The two of you pulled into the driveway of your empty house. Beside you lay the brokendown car, roof open and the wheels in a pile on the side. Sammy got out of the car. He ran over to open your door kindly, with his smile still on his face.