This feeling for Sam was, well, a little new. He felt a surprise was going to happen, but not those good surprises like for birthday parties, the bad kind, like the evil will come and get revenge on him, maybe scare him.
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The next morning, Sam woke up to the sound of someone softly humming, he opened his eyes slowly and looked, seeing Carl who was sitting beside him, his laptop was resting in front of him, his legs criss crossed.
Sam groaned as he lifted his head up, rubbing one of his eyes, sitting up.
Carl felt Sam move and looked at him, "hey, sleepyhead, you're finally awake." Carl said softly, kissing his forehead.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost ten,"
Sam nodded lightly, he just leaned his head on Carl's shoulder, his eyes closed again.
"You okay?" Carl asked, watching his boyfriend's eyes close slowly, looking at him.
"Mhm, just tired."
Carl smiled softly and leaned his head down, resting on top of Sam's, "what are you doing with the laptop?" Sam asked, his eyes still closed.
"I'm just finishing something up,"
"Like what?" Sam asked as he opened his eyes, but he squinted them due to the brightness shining into his tired eyes.
"Sorry, baby," Carl said as he giggled a bit, turning the brightness down on his laptop a bit, so Sam could see it without it blinding him.
Sam rubbed his eyes again before looking at his boyfriend's laptop dimmed light screen, seeing that Carl was typing something.
"But, um, I'm just making something for someone," Carl spoke as he typed something on his small keyboard.
"Who?"
"Oh, you don't know him, he doesn't live here." Carl lied, he was actually making something for Sam, for a surprise later, he's been up since seven am working on it.
Sam just lifted his head up and looked at him, "I love you,"
Carl stopped typing and looked at him, "I love you, Sammy."
Sam kissed his nose before getting up off the bed, leaving the room and going downstairs.
Carl smiled softly as he kept typing.
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Sam walked into the kitchen, seeing Michonne and Christine talking as they cleaned up the counters.
Christine saw Sam standing there, she smiled, "well good morning sleepyhead."
"Morning." Sam said as he went over to the pantry, grabbing the small box of cereal.
"did you and Carl stay up all night playing video games? You usually wake up around eight or nine,"
Sam chuckled softly, "no, we went to bed at eleven last night," he said as he finished making himself some cereal in a bowl.
"Hey, in about a couple hours, you kids should probably get your things, Aunt Jude's picking us up to take us home."
Sam looked at his mother, nodding as he began to eat his breakfast.
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