"Don't embarrass him, okay? He's not much of a talker" Colby informs his mother "then why are you his friend?" The words make him frown "because he's nice."
"But he doesn't talk?" She counters and Colby glares at her, not having it with her banter "yes he does. Just not much just- your being rude" he grumbles, arms folding over his chest with a scowl and it makes his mother laugh, approaching the boy who slumps on the couch "I understand sweetie" she murmurs, gently pinching his cheek "I think it's cute you have a friend like him. You haven't been excited for a sleepover in years."
Colby scoffs, swatting at her hands "it's not-" he grunts "it's not like that. I mean- it is. But, I just hope this makes him more comfortable with me.. I hadn't thought he would actually agree."
No words are allowed to be said when a soft knock sounds at the door, easy to miss if no one was expecting someone. Colby pops up from the couch and ignores his mother's fond laugh as he rushes to the door.
"Hey, come in" he greets with a grin, tugging the door open further to let the boy in who steps in with slight hesitance. Colby shuts the door and he gently takes Sam's bag from him "take your shoes off and we can go to my room."
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The room is quiet.. tense. Sam sits on the edge of the bed, not too sure what to do with himself. When he watches Colby set his duffle on the ground and take a seat on the couch near by he can't help but regret his decision of coming slightly.
He feels his body flush, sweating as he grows anxious, if this is how all sleepovers are he'd rather stay in bed. He fidgets with his fingers, picking at hangnails that are no longer there, clawing at uneven nails that's been bitten off in anticipation.
"How are you?" Of course it starts off like any other day, the same three words to kickstart their time together and Sam can't help but feel relieved at the almost annoying question.
"Fine" he murmurs, shoulders slouching as he tries to relax- he tries to tell himself it's no different than any other day. Colby hums, the quiet aroma around them filling the room again.
It's almost too quiet. So quiet it's not even quiet anymore. They can hear the muffled commotion going on downstairs, dishes clattering together and Sam's guess is someone's either doing the dishes or planning to make something.
Sam can hear himself breathe and it makes him wonder if Colby can hear it as well, or the thump of his heart going at a speed that's almost worrying. He feels it may pop, explode out of the sheer awkward atmosphere he's planted himself in.
"How about we watch something?" Colby declares, reaching for the remote that sits on the table infront of him and Sam forces himself to nod, eyeing the boy as he turns on the tv. Soon, the room around them is being filled with voices from the tv, Colby turning on a show that he's just started, telling Sam he thinks it's good so far, willing to restart it just for the other.
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Episodes go by and not much is said between the two besides the small commentary about the scenes, it's still very awkward to Sam and he's almost too scared to move in his spot, barely lifting a finger.
A soft knock sounds at the door before it's being opened, Colbys mother walking in with a plate of freshly baked cookies "hi boys. Having fun?" She smiles, placing the cookies on the table, Colby hums gently, swiping a cookie from the small stack, noticing it's not the whole batch just enough for a few for each of them.
"Thank you" he murmurs before sinking his teeth in the soft baked good, still warm and slightly crumbly "your father will be home in a few, make sure you take out the garbage before then" she informs "will do" she smiles, glancing at the blonde sat on the bed, she notices as he eyes her almost shy and she offers a kind smile, hand gesturing to the cookies "those are for you as well. They're delicious, promise. I just took them out" Sam nods, eyes falling to the plate "thanks" he mumbles, it's quiet and he's not too sure if she heard him but either way she doesn't say anything before she exits the room, shutting the door behind her.
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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...
