The blonde feels extra lonely at lunch.
The area outside is calm, quiet just how he likes it, not many students are out with him this time seeming as it is a little colder than normal, the dewy atmosphere from last night's rain making it colder.
He's alone at his tree, pink blossoms sad and shriveled up on the ground, however, there's dandelions standing strong around them it's color contrasting with the soft pink and the green of the grass.
The sight almost makes Sam smile, he loves nature and it almost never fails to make him smile, however, today is different. He's alone. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but he can't help but wonder where Colby is.
It's obvious he's upset with him and it saddens Sam to the core, but he couldn't help but shut him out, he just can't open up to him with something like this, not while it's still fresh in his mind and on top of that being such a sensitive topic. Even Devyn has no idea about his personal life with his family, he just can't bring himself to open up, when he's at school his family isn't something he likes to think about.
"Hey."
The sudden voice makes Sam look up, eyes big as he finds Colby stood near "hi" he murmurs, smile tugging at his lips, he wonders if coming here was his choice or his friends pushing him away from sulking at their table.
The brunettes nose scrunches in slight displeasure as he realizes the grass is still slightly damp. Ultimately, he sits down, he'd do anything for the boy, even if that means getting wet pants from the damp grass, he's just glad his jeans are black.
"How're you?" His voice is calm, soft as he speaks to the blonde. Of course he's not in the best of moods but he still decides to be a decent human and ask, given his answer he'll understand if he wants to talk about it or not.
He shrugs, reaching down and plucking a dandelion out of the ground, followed by a second one. Colby watches as he fidgets with them, it's not until the fourth one he realizes he's twisting them together.
The air around them is thick- tense. And it makes Colby wonder if he made the right choice in coming to him again, maybe he still wanted space. Whatever it is, it's too late to change his mind, he wants to be here after all.
His mouth opens then closes. Parting again his bottom lip quivers, words not able to come out as he's not too sure what's the best thing to say right now.
He feels like he's on a rickety bridge, a fork in the road- he can either ignore the obvious and pretend it didn't happen, or he can ask what happened yesterday. No matter what he chooses he feels his bridge is gonna break, flip him over as Sam's displeasure is met with whatever it is he asks.
He opens his mouth and closes it. He decides to take the route that takes him straight forward in the fork- beat around the bush. Ask a similar question and hint at the fact he wants to know more, to show he cares what's going on behind closed doors.
"Why didn't you ask me to bring you home?"
"Didn't want to bother you" his response is quick, as if he's been expecting the question. And if he's rehearsed his answers to himself that won't be revealed, he's had all morning to prepare himself and the non-stop texts from the brunette had him answering them to himself, not daring to open any message that dare come through.
"Wha- Sam." Colby gapes "I told you I wouldn't mind. I wanted to take you home. You'll never be a bother to me, ever."
Tears threaten to make an appearance but Sam doesn't let them, bobbing his head once as a nod, he understands that, he always has. He just can't bring himself to show he knows it. He looks away, lashes fluttering as he battles with his tears, reaching forward and yanking another plant.
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Quiet Boy in a Noisy World
Fanfiction" It's easy for Sam to become his own worst enemy and he often finds himself thinking and expecting the worst because it seems to be the easiest thing to believe in when he isn't true to himself. He only realizes when he becomes aware of how he fuck...
