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15 | Together

"yeah but I still love you, shortie!" Carl rolled his eyes playfully, "Seriously!?" He asked, making Sam giggle.

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"Yes Seriously!"

"I'm not short, just below average!"

"Whatever you say, you'll always be my shortie."

Carl rolled his eyes playfully again, "love you, Sam,"

Sam looked at him, smiling softly, he kissed his forehead, "love you too."

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"there's the big dipper," Carl said as he pointed up to the night sky, looking at the bright stars above him and Sam.

Sam looked up at the sky then at Carl, he smiled softly and pulled his notebook out from his bag, he opened it and sat down by their tent they built up, away from the cliff edge, Sam looked at Carl who was a couple feet away from him, he then began to sketch a drawing on an empty page, his smile widened at a thought.

"What're you drawing?" Sam heard, he looked at Carl who was looking at him, "Can't tell you, it's a secret," he said softly, pulling his legs close up to his chest, his notebook resting in his lap, trying to hide what he was drawing.

"why is it a secret?"

Sam didn't answer Carl, instead he just looked down at his drawing, he continued to sketch it, glancing at Carl every now and then.

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"truth or dare?" Sam asked Carl who was in front of him, smiling.

"uhh.. dare."

"I dare you to tell me your first deepest darkest secret." Sam told him, smiling at him, Carl rolled his eyes playfully as he turned to look at the fire in front of him, "fine."

Sam positioned himself to where his body was facing Carl, his legs criss-crossed, he was looking at him, waiting as if he was a child who was interested in an old story.

Carl took a deep breath before speaking, "I've drank alcohol before."

"really? How much?"

"only like a sip, it was terrible." Carl said as he made a face of disgust.

Sam giggled a little, "yeah some alcohol can be the first time."

Carl looked at him, "you've tried alcohol more than once?"

Sam nodded lightly, "yeah, because dad wanted me to try his, he thought it would man me up." Sam revealed, laughing off the slight pain he was feeling about the mentioning of his father and what he'd done to Sam.

"how old were you? If you feel comfortable saying,"

"like six, he did it for about four years or so, he did it alot when Mom was at work."

Carl looked at him, "I still don't understand how parents can hurt their kids,"

"Children deserve parents, but not all parents deserve children."

Carl nodded his head lightly, looking at the fire.

"Your turn."

"Truth or dare?" Carl asked, turning to look at him again.