"Hi Sam."
She was laying sideways on her bed. Trails of tears stained her face. "Hey pill boy." She sniffled.
"Come on, not even a name today?" I said jokingly.
She apparently wasn't in the mood.
"Just bring me the medicine."
I walked forward slowly. "Are you okay?"
"No. Just give me the pills. Are you a freaking psychiatrist or something?"
"Yes I am." I said, a broad smile on my face.
That seemed to make Sam smile.
"Since i'm a psychiatrist or whatever, want to talk about why you are sad?"
"Nope."
"Okay... Want to hear a lame joke?"
"Sure."
"Why do seagulls live by the sea?"
"Because if they lived near the bay, they would be bagels." Sam finished.
"How did you know?" I laughed.
"I'm psychic."
We both laughed at this, and Sam seemed to forget her sadness.
"Okay, Jay, medicine?"
"Oh! Yeah! Forgot!"
I walked forward quickly and gave her what she needed. For a quick moment, our hands touched. Sam emitted a hissing noise and snapped her hand back.
"Sorry, Sam!"
"I- It's okay."
I blushed and turned away.
"Hey, thanks for cheering me up." She said quietly as I exited her room.
"Yeah. I guess I would make a good psychiatrist."
Sam's laughter drifted after me, washing all her tears away.
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No Wings To Fly
Teen Fiction"Your Wings Were Ready But My Heart Was Not." ~David Fylnn A girl and boy hopelessly fall for each-other when the world seems like it is crashing down around them. The two try to find themselves and alter their future together, though they are give...
