"Thank you" Sam let's out quietly when he's handed his dinner "of course" she smiles, ready to hand Colby his plate and when she does Colbys leading him to the dining table.
The tables anything but quiet, it's not extreme as the school cafeteria is but it's certainly not quiet, the only silent thing about it is Sam.
He picks at a french fry as he chews the one in his mouth, listening to the banter Colby and his brother share, their parents talking about something Sam doesn't dare eavesdrop in.
He dips his fry in the small pool of ketchup before eating it, it's not much on his plate besides a hamburger and fries but it's more than enough when looking at the hamburger- the thing Sam doesn't dare touch.
Don't get him wrong, it smells delicious and it seems very appealing but, not necessarily to Sam. It's topped with everything you can think of from the mayonnaise to the onions. He scrunches his nose at the thought, he watches as the lettuce drips the juices of the tomato and the purple of the onion is clashed with the yellow of the mustard and the cheese is melted perfectly on the patty, a second slice pressed between each patty, the ketchup drooling across the side and despite not seeing it, he knows there's a few pickles hidden under the bunch.
He notices as Colbys lack the tomato and he's sure there's no pickle as he recalls him complaining about pickles as if his life was on the line, hating it with every ounce in his body. His brothers is missing the tomato, along with the lettuce and onion, Sam frowns, he'd rather have his brothers, despite there being all three condiments he'd rather compromise with that than everything else. Sam grabs another fry from his plate and he dreads the time they run out, he can't not eat it, it's rude, and him not touching it now makes him feel like a spoiled brat.
His parents went through the trouble of cutting the extra toppings for him, after all they didn't need to make him anything, his own never do, so what makes him qualified to eat such a good dinner with someone else's family? And to complain about it? God he's so selfish.
Sam blinks back his tears, munching on another fry maybe he can't do this anymore. Maybe he was never invited to a sleepover because he was never made for them. Maybe him having no friends was for the best, all it leads to is the flaunting of a perfect family he wished he had, the reminder that his life will never be as good as everyone else's.
He supposed sleepovers may be like chocolate chip cookies. The idea is great, but maybe that's all it is. A picture perfect fantasy of what could be. Colby and his family is chocolate chip; fun and inviting, all he is; is the intruding peanut butter chip or maybe an M&M.. but everyone knows all that's needed for the perfect cookie is a simple chocolate chip. Hell, even Sam knows that anything else just ruins it, and he'd hate to ruin the chocolate chip cookie.
But he wants it so bad.
"Thank you, it was really good" Colbys brother thanks, picking up his now empty plate before dismissing himself. Sam's brows pinch together, they hadn't been sitting here that long, have they? Eyes darting across the table to everyone else's plate he notices that he may just be an abnormally fast eater, the only other person close to being finished is their father.
"Sam? You've barely eaten, did you not like cheeseburgers?" Sam cowers at her words and he shakes his head "no- yeah- I-I do" he mutters, voice timid as he speaks out to the unfamiliar couple "then eat it, you don't need our permission to eat, do you?" It's a poorly made joke from him and he forces out a laugh alongside their mother and he shakes his head "I will" he mumbles, looking down at his food.
When the attention is diverted from him he hesitates to pick up the rather tall burger, he squishes it down and his nose scrunches in displeasure when the juices of the tomato squirt out, the small seeds joining the small puddle on his plate. He takes a bite, it's not the biggest and he hates everything about it. He places it down, chewing the food slowly, he hadn't even gotten the meat, it's a bite full of everything he hates and it makes him want to gag and spit it out, the crunch of the lettuce and onion mixed with the mush of the tomato makes his brows scrunch. And when he forces it down his body nearly rejects it, regretting his actions of taking a bite when tasting the after taste of mustard.
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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...
