Fools in Love

1- Sam

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Welcome back!! WOOOHOO!! Are we ready for the emotional whiplash??

⚠️ Warning⚠️
This book contains strong language, sexual content, violence, sexual assault, eating disorder, and a whole lot of GAYNESS. Proceed with caution!

Where my ftr (and maybe later rr) at? —>

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Sam

"Yes mom, I have everything," I spoke dramatically, but with a grin and a playful roll of my eyes.

"Hey, you're lucky it's me dropping you off and not your mom," my boyfriend pointed out also with a smile.

Ben Hernandez. I met him my Junior year of high school, and last April- just before graduation- he had asked me to be his boyfriend. It was August, the Saturday before my first class in college on Monday, and Ben had driven an hour from Chicago to pick me up and drove an hour back into the city to drop me off at UIC. He refused to let me pitch in for gas.

Being with Ben was far different from any relationship I've been in. Especially my previous relationship. Where my ex was loud and confrontational, Ben was soft with his tone and reserved. My ex was stubborn and argumentative while Ben sided with me on most topics. My ex was irrational while my boyfriend thought out every next move.

Though, if I let myself really think about it, all those negative attributes I labeled my ex could be reduced to one single word: passionate. All those words that described Ben all come down to: simple.

Noah was passionate and Ben was simple.

With Ben, I could finally take a breath of fresh air. With Noah, it was like I was on the edge of a cliff and the only thing keeping me from falling was his hand and I never knew how strong his hold was. But one thing I knew; being on that edge was the most thrilling and terrifying moments of my life.

But, simple was better for me. Safer. Easy. Breathable. And that's what I needed.

Ben's hands were on my waist when he spoke, "Otherwise you'd have to deal with more crying." I was used to looking up to speak to my significant other, but Ben was the same height as me (he claimed he was taller, but he wasn't), so I was eye level with his light drown eyes. Contrast to the deep brown eyes I used to sink into.

"That's true," I chuckled in regards to the emotional state of my mother. She had spent all morning tearing up and sobbing about how 'all of my babies are all grown up,' and other clichés that mothers spew when their children go off to college. I, on the other hand, was excited to be away from them; the past few months it seemed like everything they'd say to me got on my nerves.

"I'm gonna' miss you," Ben told me.

I snorted, "Your school is literally thirteen minutes away."

"Yeah, but I'm gonna miss having your cute ass in bed with me. Ya' know, it's not too late to get an apartment with me," he spoke with hopeful, big eyes. Ahhhhh.

My heart start hammering in my chest and a twisty, anxiety induced feeling erupted in my gut. "Bennn," I dragged out his name.

"I know, I know. 'Moving too fast'. Maybe next semester?" He offered just as buoyant as before.