It was a Friday morning as Samual wondered around campus. He noticed Abby with one of her friends sitting on a bench, as she saw him and waved him over. "Sammy, this is my roommate Natia." "It's nice to meet you..." Samual said softly as he shook her hand. "Abby told me Charlie is your uncle? I've been training in his gym for the past year." Said Natia. "Yep... that's him..." Samual replied. Abby could sense Samual was in a depressive mood as she asked Natia if she could talk with him alone. After Natia left Abby patted the open seat next to her. "Sit with me Sammy." He sat down gently and fiddled with his notebook that he carried around. Abby noticed and put her hand over his to stop his fidgeting. "Look at me Sammy..." he slowly looked over at her. "If you're still anxious over what happened yesterday then don't be. It's between you and me." Samual nodded gently. "I-it's just... I don't like when people see me like that..." "Oh I know hun it's ok..." she gently brushed her thumb over the back of his hand. "It doesn't change anything between us, plus I don't know what I'd do without a cutie like you to talk to." She teased as he blushes softly and smiled a bit. "There's the smile I was looking for." She said and smiled warmly. "Oh shut it..." he said as she laughed and gave him a little shove. "Why don't you make me big man?" He laughed softly before meeting her gaze. It felt like time froze as they looked into one another's eyes as Abby gently pulled him into a hug, Samual hugging her back. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me ever ok?..." Samual nodded as they let each other go before getting off he bench and heading to class. On their way inside and down the halls they talked and laughed with each other. Unbeknownst to them, Abby's ex boyfriend Tyler the football player, saw them walking down the halls. He was confused seeing some younger guy with what used to be his girlfriend. Clenching his jaw in anger he went and got his friends as he was planning on sending a message...
Samual yawned and closed his textbook before putting it back in his bag, class ended as he headed out the door and out of the building. Once he gained some distance from the school he saw some guy jogging down the same sidewalk, before he knew it the guy accidentally bumped into him as Samual dropped his notebook. "Ah shit sorry man..." the man said. "It's fine..." Sammy looked at the man and noticed a weird look on his face, as an arm went around his neck, he struggled and tried to escape. "L-let me go!..." He saw another man appear from behind a tree, it was Tyler. Samual recognized him from school, not knowing what was going on. "W-what's going on?..." "Oh I'll tell you." Tyler said "That girl Abby you've been following around is my ex girl, and I'm not going to stand by and let some little shit like you get in my way of getting her back." Samual knew what was coming wasn't going to be good. "Stay away from her..." He punched Samual in the stomach, the man holding him let go as Samual fell to the ground and coughed. Tyler and his friends laughed and kicked his notebook. Inc e they were gone Samual crawled over to his notebook and flipped to his drawing to make sure it was ok. Upon flipping to it he sighed in relief as his pretty flower was unharmed, but he felt himself start to cry as the fear from his encounter lingered in his mind with his sore stomach. He rushed home and to his room as he threw his bag against the wall in anger, tears running down his face as he grabbed his pillow and punched it repeatedly. "I FUCKING HATE IT HERE!" He yelled as he cried and unloaded punches into his pillow. Once he ran out of energy he sat on his bed and cried. Once he stopped crying he felt like a lightbulb went off in his head as he thought back to his uncle's gym...
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It's Always Sunny Somewhere
RomanceAfter a tragic event in Samual's life, he moves in with his Uncle Charlie after being in a foster home for years. In a new town, he has to make new friends at his new college. All while battling his anxiety and depression caused by his PTSD. What he...