Best friend? (Solby/SamxColby fan fic)

Chapter 2

Sam

I sat in the library, constantly looking up to check if he had walked in yet. My leg jiggled in anticipation. I always got to school early, because my mom worked the early shift at her job. My neck strained from the constant movement of looking around for Colby. He always met me here, and he was always here at around quarter to eight. 

I checked my watch, it was 7:45,  and sure enough, there was Colby, walking through the library door. I jumped up, rushing over to him. 

"Hey man, how'd you sleep?" I asked. 

"Ugh," he said, his head dropping, "Why does everyone ask that? Like, what am I meant to say, no I slept so badly because I couldn't stop thinking about.. uh.. you know its just a pointless question!" He stumbled through his little rant while I laughed, already happy from a small daily dose of Colby. 

"Ok dude, whatever you say." He smiled, and looked at me. Damn does that boy have a blue pair of eyes. "Hey, don't we have that math exam today?" I ask, because I'm pretty sure we had one and I did not study. 

"Oh shit don't remind me" Colby groaned, "I didn't study" 

"Same. We're fucked, aren't we." I shook my head, "ok, quick fire, what's 2 + 2?" 

Colby looked at me confused, "Uh.. 4?"

"Great! We are acting this exam!" Colby shook his head at my stupidity, but I knew I won because I could see a small smile dance across his lips. Conversation subsided, and we were just looking at each other for like 10 seconds. It was a bit weird, so I cleared my throat. 

I turned away, checking the time, realising class starts in 10 minutes. 

"Uh, come on Colby, we don't want to be late to class again. Miss Zimmerman will give us a detention if we don't make it to home group." I stated, jumping up, the lounge creaking. 

"uh, yeah," Colby said, shaking his head as though he was disoriented or something. Weird. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him up because he was being too slow. We walked to our lockers, mine first, and then Colby's. I just grabbed my laptop bag, cause I keep all of my stuff in there, but Colby had to check his timetable to make sure he got the right books. Our lockers weren't too far from each other's, since lockers were placed in clusters of home groups. Colby and I are in the same home group, thankfully. It made a lot of things easier. Home group would be really boring without him.

We walked through the doors with one minute to spare. Eight minutes better than last time. Miss Zimmerman glared at us, of course, but she couldn't do anything, cause we hadn't broken any rules yet this morning. The funny thing is that the only bad things Colby and I ever get up to are either accidental or too small for us to care about. Our teachers think otherwise, giving us a bad rap with ALL the teachers. Teachers tell you not to gossip, but I like to believe that the staff room is FULL of catty teachers 'informing' each other on the latest happenings.  

Anyway, Miss Zimmerman started taking the roll, so Colby and I took a seat at the tall table at the back. It was just another day.

Colby

Sam and I sat pretty close, like our shoulders were almost brushing. I could feel my face getting hot. It was probably because of the close proximity and body heat. That's all. 

"Colby?" I looked up, jolted out of my thoughts.

"Um, here!" I sputtered out, Sam laughing at me.

"Why are you so jumpy this morning Colby?" He enquired, mirth shining in his eyes. His brilliant, blue eyes. 

"um, I don't know. I just have a lot on my mind. That's all." I muttered, looking away and fidgeting. The truth was that Sam was on my mind, but if I told him that he'd probably think I meant it in a gay way. I was not gay. 

"You know you can tell me anything dude." He said, suddenly looking worried.

"Nah , it's nothing important or bad, you don't have to worry," I reassured him. I don't even know how to exactly describe what was on my mind to myself. "Are you free this weekend?" I asked, desperately needing to change the subject, hoping he wouldn't notice. 

"Yes, I am but,-" he said, eyeing me suspiciously. 

"Great, do you wanna come to my house and we can plan more vines?" I said, stubbornly pressing on.

"Yeah, yeah ok, that sounds good." He responded, but I knew he wouldn't let it rest. I would have to brace against cleverly crafted questions for the rest of the day, or until he forgot about it. 

"Ok, students! We are going to do..." I wasn't listening. Homegroup wasn't important anyway.

 The whole day was average, like usual, classes I had without Sam sucked, but I did the work. He classes I had with Sam, I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail, because we spent the whole time joking and stuffing around, listening to music, playing games and laughing. Sam managed to do some work, but I was always so captivated with whatever we were doing, or I was stuck in my thoughts. Eventually, school ended. Sam and I walk home together everyday, so we visited our lockers, dawdling like usual. By the time we left, almost every one was already gone. 

Afternoons are such tranquil times of day, the sun dipped low in the sky, scattering beams of light through the foliage. I always loved how picturesque the walk home was. Sam completed the perfect picture, as the sweet melodies of birdsong filled the sky with hope. 

Since when had I become a poet.

"Sam, do you ever think about the bigger things in life?" I asked, staring up at the tree branches.

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, do you ever wonder about, I don't know, death, or your future or.. anything of that sort? We never really talk about that stuff." 

He then stopped, looked at me with a look of concern, and grabbed my shoulders.

"Colby, please don't kill yourself. I value you way too much. You are important bro," 

I freeze for a second, then burst out laughing. "No, no, I promise i'm not going to kill myself." I chuckle, shaking my head. "There are too many things keeping me here," I lied. Anything else was overshadowed by Sam. He was keeping me here. 

I quickly realised that his hands were still on my shoulders. His hands were so... warm. 

And my hands were cold.

 That's why I wanted his hands in mine. To warm them up, that's it. 

Then he took his hands off my shoulders.

"Ok, thank goodness, you had me worried there Colbs." He said, bumping his shoulder against mine. I smiled, basking in the fact that he was concerned for me. It meant a lot. 

We kept walking, the crunching of the dirt road underfoot joining in with the symphony of the nature surrounding us, creating a memory that would be etched into my mind forever. 

When I got home that night, again, Sam was the only thing on my mind. 

And as I lay in bed, a small voice seemed to whisper to me. The whispers building into yells, shout, and screams. Through the cacophony in my head, one message was clear. 

I think I like Sam. 

Time written/ I have no clue, over two days?(procrastination/writer block lol) Word count/1261 words