Ambivalent

Chapter 2 (robbers // the 1975)

"Sam, Jesus Christ stop hogging the couch," I pleaded for what felt like the millionth time. Like most Friday nights, I spent it in Sam's living room eating food and watching movies. It was initially a group thing, but because of Christina and Cal's secret relationship most nights it was just me and Sam. It never really bothered me; I loved Sam's company. Sometimes I liked it more when it was just me and him.

"Sorry love," he said, flashing me his gorgeous smile. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile back. Sam was a great guy, and I liked how he could always put me in a good mood. Whether I was going through a bad breakup or simply having a tough day, Sam was the first person I went to and he could always make me feel better. I could even count on him to run to the store and pick me up a box of tampons, which has happened on a couple occasions. Sam wasn't the type of boy who was easily grossed out by that stuff.

"What do you want to watch now?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Or we could do something else since it's just the two of us," he said, wiggling his eyebrows (I still wonder how people do that). I playfully punched him in the arm, laughing along with his contagious one.

"Nice try, Rannaklev," I said, still chuckling to myself. "But seriously, I'd rather just go upstairs and listen to music or something." We had already watched three movies and I didn't think I could handle watching another one. Without waiting for an answer, I went up the stairs to Sam's room. I knew where everything was in the house considering the fact I spent almost every day here.

I started rummaging through Sam's old records and CDs. He was one of the few guys I knew that had pretty good music taste. I heard him shuffle in behind me. "Have anything in mind?" I asked, turning around to face him. His body was sideways facing me as he took his shirt off and started looking around for another one. I found myself staring. Again.

"Take a picture it'll last longer," he said, looking up at me with a smirk on his face. Damn, I really needed to stop staring at everything. Sam had an amazing figure. I guess it all happened when he suddenly grew junior year. His once flat stomach now supported an impressive six pack and his biceps noticeably got larger. I didn't have feelings for Sam. At least, I didn't think I did. Everyone told me that we'd be a cute couple, but I didn't see it.

I rolled my eyes at him and continued to look through his music, but I shifted my body so that I still had a view of him. After what seemed like hours he found a simple black muscle tee. Once he had it on he plopped down on his bed, laying on his back. I chose his The 1975 album to play then went over and sat cross-legged on the bed, letting Matty Healy's angelic voice fill the room.

"Good choice," Sam said to me while patting the spot next to him. I crawled over to his side and laid down on my back next to him, casually putting my head on his shoulder while he put his arm around me. We always used to do this. Just me and him. Laying down on his bed while listening to music and talking about whatever came to our minds. We were quiet for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Sam was the type of friend where you could be quiet for hours without saying a word, and things wouldn't be awkward. I liked laying down next to him, soaking up his scent. Listening to his quiet breaths and his heart beating. It was comforting, especially after the accident. Sam came over to my house almost every day to come check up on me and keep me company. Some days he would bring Christina and Calum and some days he would come alone. It was just good to know I had such great friends.

I must have been really quiet because Sam started poking my cheek. "What's going on through your mind, Lex?" he asked, concern laced in his voice. He was the only one who ever called me that, and for some odd reason I was happy about that. I didn't want anyone else calling me Lex. I shifted my head so I could look up into his enticing blue eyes.

"Nothing. Christina's probably going to kill me for saying this but did you know her and Cal secretly like each other? Crazy right?" I told him, hoping he wouldn't say anything to Calum considering those two were basically joined at the hip.

"Yeah, Cal told me yesterday. I had to force it out of him though," he responded, chuckling to himself. I had to do the exact same thing to Christina yesterday, and I found myself laughing at how me and Sam's minds were alike. "I think they're cute together. Now I guess the two of us have to find someone, huh?"

"Ugh. I don't wanna even think about that right now," I groaned, causing Sam to laugh. He pulled me into a tight embrace.

"It's okay, Lex. We still have each other," he cooed in a joking voice which only caused him to laugh even harder. Soon I was laughing along with him at his dorky behavior. Sam was such a goober. Once we finally calmed down, we just laid there in each other's arms for a while. A yawn crawled its way out of my mouth and soon I couldn't stop them. "Someone seems tired," Sam said, stating the obvious like always.

"Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I think I'm way to tired to drive right now and I'll just tell my mom I spent the night at Christina's."

"Yeah sure, no problem. My mom's not gonna be back from her trip until tomorrow afternoon so we don't have to worry about her. You can sleep here and I can go sleep in the guest room. Just holler if you need anything." With that we untangled our arms from each other and Sam left the room, flashing me a smile before he shut the door.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, the smell of Sam still lingering on the sheets.