Sensitive

eight

Thursday Summer 4.

I open my closet and rummage through my clothes. Sam is laid on my bed, scrolling on his phone. I'm in a bathrobe with wet hair and no makeup. This isn't Sam's first time seeing me in this state. He bursts into my house 24/7 and thank god I don't walk around naked. He is basically my best friend at this point. It's been a whole month since I arrived here and he hasn't left my side.

I am going to Sebastian's tonight to have dinner with him and his family. Which is just so weird. I don't know. He told me that he talks about me a lot but I've only ever seen Demetrius at festivals and never have spoken a word to Maru. It would be kind of nice to get to know my other best friend's family. I'm close with Sam's and Abigail's. I guess I never really imagined Sebastian and I's friendship getting this far for me to be close with his family.

"If you don't care that much, why are you so stressed about what you are going to wear?" Sam asked, sitting his head up. "Because it's been a solid week and I have had to change my mind about dinner all week because of the stupid season change. All my crops died." I frown and he smiles. "I'm sure whatever you decide to wear he-" "This has nothing to do with him." I speak firmly. Sam holds his hands up in defeat.

"Are you ever admit you are going to have a crush on him?" Sam speaks. I turn around to look back into my closet. "I don't." I speak, concentrating. I hear Sam get up and he stands in the doorway of the closet. "Also, fuck you for leaving us alone all the time when me and Sebastian first met. Do you know how awkward that was for the both of us just meeting?" I say, turning back around.

Sam laughs, "In my defense, that was the best way me and Abigail could get him to actually talk to you. He was so persistent about not talking to you. Now look at the both of you. Besties for the restie." He speaks in 'Haley terms' which makes me roll my eyes with a laugh.

"I guess so." I speak. I pull out a black dress that flared out at the sleeves. "No." I hand it to Sam. Black skirt with an army green shirt, to Sam's arms. A pair of blue jeans and pink shirt, to Sam. "You own jeans?" He asked. "Let's not talk about it." I sigh. Pink skirt with white crop top, to Sam. I grab 6 other outfits, throwing them all to Sam.

"Please spare me, I'm not this strong." Sam grunts and I look back at him. "It's 10 outfits, man up." I turn back around. I grab black pleated skirt with a chain attached to it and a black crop top with a tiny bedazzled heart on the right shoulder. "Perfect." I smile. "Thank Yoba." Sam sighs. I grab all the other clothes from Sam and hang them back up.

I go into the bathroom to change and return shortly to my room. "How am I supposed to do my makeup?" I asked myself beginning to brush and blow dry my hair. "Like you normally do. He will think-" "This has nothing to do with Sebastian!" I yell over the sound of the blowdryer. "Yoba, just because I exposed you doesn't give you the right to expose someone else. Even though there is nothing to expose. Our exposures are different Sam, you were hurting Seb's feelings."

I look at him through the mirror and he stares at me with a blank face. I turn the blow dryer off and look back at him. "Look, I'm sorry but you have been bringing him up since you got here this afternoon. I promise if I start to like anybody in this town, you will be the first to know. You are my best friend after all." He smiles. "Well, when you put it like that," He says making me laugh.

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I put on knee high white socks and my Mary Janes. I curled my hair and ended up doing my makeup how I do it everyday. I kiss Shiloh on the head, grabbing my bag and leaving the house. Sam left a while ago to join Abigail, Leah, and Elliot and they are all doing something.