That Trouty Mouth of His

Chapter 1: Good Ol' Times

I remember it very well. It was a rainy night of February's. I had just broken up with Kurt and went to a bar to kind of cheer up and get my mind off of it. I got there, sat down, and ordered a beer. The place was full of noise, everyone was just too loud, or at least that's what I was hearing. Anyway, I looked around, put my face in my hands, and my elbows on the table. I was sitting on a stool so I could reach the table, because as you know I'm short. However, I closed my eyes and just thought about the last words Kurt had said to me: "This is over, I can't do this anymore. I'm with someone else." Those words kept on floating in my head, I could still hear him saying them like he was right in front if me, yelling. My beer was still untouched.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I haven't noticed the guy next to me asking, "Are you okay?"
When I heard him I didn't even turn around to face him. I didn't want to talk to anyone in that moment, although the voice sounded kind of familiar. I said with my eyes still closed and my hands under my jaw, "Yeah yeah, I'm good. Thanks."
The guy didn't give up. I felt his hand patting my back in a rhythmic kind of way, five taps and then a little rub. I sighed and opened my eyes. I turned around to face him.

When I faced him, Suddenly, everything I was thinking of had just vanished. I looked into his face. That oval face, those vale eyes, that blond long sliked-back silky hair, and then those trouty cupid warm peachy lips that could never be forgotten. It was him, after almost four years. It was Sam Evans, SAM EVANS, the guy I had had tens of hot, sweaty dreams in my sleep about. He was there, right in front of me, being hot and handsome as always, smiling dorkishly.

I snapped out if my daydreaming and smiled with a slight eyebrow raise. I got off my stool and squeaked, "SAM!" I couldn't reaist the urge of hugging him, so I did. I hugged him really tight. He smiled and did his usual impression, "It is me. Me is back."
I pulled back a little and smiled wide looking into his eyes, not staring. I didn't want to stare so I don't freak him out, although, at the same time, I wanted to so bad. "What brings you back here, man?" I questioned kind of surprised.
He shrugged and grabbed a stool next to him. He sat down and held his hands together. "I don't know. I just missed it here so much." Those words left his big, trouty, soft lips.
I sat back down on my stool and faced him, I was so happy I even forgot I was thinking about Kurt. Sam is the only one that mattered now. I had spent my last 4 years missing him, and we had a lot to catch up to.

Sam turned to the bartender and ordered a beer. He turned back to me and asked, "So what is up with you? You seemed a little upset."
I didn't want to talk about that. I shook my head and looked at him. "N-no no, I'm okay. I promise. I'm great now," I smiled. "What about you? Tell me, how was Kentucky?"
"Man, Kentuky was so boring. God, I don't even know why I stayed there with my family." He answered.
I grinned. I wanted to know whether he was going to stay here or not. I hoped he stays, I wanted him to stay. So I asked, "Are you back for good now? I mean are you gonna stay here?"
He replied with a nod. I was screaming of happiness inside. I loved spending time with Sam in high school, and I would love to spend time with him now.
I smiled. "That's great! How long have you been here for?"
"About four days. Not that long. I was trying to contact you before but I couldn't get your number or your e-mail. But I ran into you here so everything is fine now." He sighed gladly. "It's a great coincidence, isn't it?" He continued.
"Oh it sure is," I nodded slightly in fake disbelief . "It is the best coincidence ever that it almost seems like it isn't a coincidence," I chuckled.
He tittered. "It is not."
Of course it wasn't planned. It was just what I want to call destiny. It was designated that we meet. It was estimated that we run into each other that day. And that was where it all began.