No Wings To Fly

Chapter Eight

"Ugh. Jay, why are you so late again?"

As I entered the room, she gave a loud gasp.

"Oh my gosh, Jay! You are the best!"

"I told you I would surprise you." I gave her a sheepish grin.

Sam practically galloped towards me, and held the pizza box up in the air like Simba from the Lion King. 

"You brought pizza!" Sam was ecstatic. "And it's not from the hospital cafeteria!" 

I couldn't stop laughing. 

"Hallelujah!" 

If my day wasn't already amazing, it was now. Sam was hilarious, although she seemed not to think so. She was beautiful too, but I didn't have the guts to tell any girl that. Her smile was like the sun on a cloudy day, refreshing and lovely. She was sweet, too although Sam could be a little blunt.

 "What kind is it?" Sam's eyes were wide.

"Cheese."

"Ugh! I hate cheese pizza." She was proving my point in her bluntness.

"Be polite." I reprimanded.

"Okay... I strongly dislike cheese pizza with a passion, but thank you for thinking of me."

"...Better?"

We both cracked up.

I handed Sam a large slice on a paper plate. "Well, at least TRY it."

She gave me a doubtful look and took a tiny bite. 

"What is this?" Sam took a giant bite and promptly began to chew.

"Little Caesar's?"

"Man, I must have been seriously deprived! This is so good!"

We both sat at the foot of her bed, eating away. Though, I couldn't help but notice how little Sam had eaten of her pizza before announcing she was stuffed. Then, I realized something I hadn't ever noticed before. She was skinny. Terribly skinny. I brushed my concern away. Maybe she had always been that way?

"So, now that we are friends, we need to get to know each-other."

"Okay." Sam answered, licking her fingers.

"How about twenty questions?" I suggested.

"How about six questions?"

"What?"

"Twenty questions is six too many."

"Oh- Okay." I replied, mystified.

"I'll go first, and ask you the questions." Sam clapped her hands together.

I sat up straighter in the bed.

"What's your family like?"

"Well..." I exhaled quickly. "I have a mom and dad. That's it. They are nice."

"What's your family like?"

"I have a mom. That's it. She is everything to me. But she is working most of the time to pay for all of this." She pointed around the room.

"Oh." I didn't quite know what to say.

"Four more questions. My turn."

"Okay."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Because..." I had no clue how to answer. "You are nice, you are..." Gosh, I sucked at this.

"Wow. That's nice to know. You can't think of-"

"You are thoughtful, a great friend, and you are mysterious. You are like a puzzle I can never figure out."

"Okay," She used up her last question. "Why am I so hard to figure out?"

"One moment, you open up your entire mind to me, and the next you are fighting tooth and nail to keep your secrets safe. One moment you are mad as a hornet, and the next, you are nice."

"True... true..."

"Alright." It was my turn. "What sickness do you have?"

She glared at me. I stared right back.

"I'm curious."

"A little too curious." She tightened the balls of her fists. 

We were silent. 

"I thought you said you were fine not knowing that about me!"

"Well, I just-"

"No!"

"What?"

"Get out." Sam spat out through her teeth. "Six questions is over."

I was shoved through the door before I could apologize. Why did I have to mess up everything perfect in my life?