"Hey Sam, you and Damien are coming with my team to our campout," Marc said. Sam flipped over a page in the journal.
"Why us? I'm a dropout and Damien doesn't even go to the school," Sam replied, skimming over the passage about Angels' physical appearances.
"Not the school team, my football team outside of school," Marc explained.
"Why are we being dragged along? And isn't it a little late in the year? I mean, it's already October," Sam commented.
"Yeah but the team wants to meet my gay friends and myself, Ryder and Tannor need a ride," Marc explained. "It's still pretty warm out. Plus, I found something to keep you busy. There've been multiple cases of fires nearly getting out of hand, so you and your boyfriend are on Angel duty."
"Shut up, I'm not gay," Sam replied. "When's this, by the way?"
"This weekend, leaving tomorrow, get messaging the gay lord and tell him to get packed. He almost never answers me," Marc explained, walking back out of the room.
Sam checked his phone to see some unread messages from Damien, most being him changing nicknames around.
(Sam is "Smol 1/2 of Samien", Danien is "Tol 1/2 of Samien", AKA Smol 1/2 and Tol 1/2 for simplicity)
Smol 1/2: Damien wth is the nickname scenario
Tol 1/2: YOU RESPONDED I MISSED YOU BABE
Smol 1/2: Don't call me that we aren't together it's just weird
Smol 1/2: You're not really even that much taller than me, anyways.
Tol 1/2: Suure
Smol 1/2: We gotta go to this camp thing tomorrow, ask Marc for more details
Tol 1/2: Seeya tomorrow then, babe 😘
Smol 1/2: I will block you, Damien.
Sam shut his phone off and went back to the book.
He lost track of time and ended up falling asleep face-first in the journal.
Sam was in a small room, he swept his gaze around, seeing just solid walls. Confusing him in how he got in there, sooner he knew that, the sooner he could find a way out.
He heard a chuckle behind him after he walked to the opposite wall, turning to see orange and purple before a flash of white.
As he jumped awake he accidentally oriented himself the right way that when he kicked out in shock he fell off the bed and groaned softly in pain.
"Sam what the hell..." Marcus groaned. "I'm trying to sleep shut up."
As Marc sat up and looked over at Sam he saw his friend holding his head and the worst came to mind.
"Fuck! Sam are you alright did you hit your head?!" Marc shouted, getting up and going over to his friend.
"It was just a freaky dream, I'm fine," Sam replied.
"Thank god I thought you'd hit your head or something," Marc replied, helping Sam to his feet. "Damien was right, your eyes do seem a little more grey when you wake up."
"What the hell?! When would he have noticed that?!" Sam shouted, glaring over at Marc.
"I'd be willing to bet he'd watch you sleep too," Marc joked, chuckling to himself. "Well, I'm awake now, guess I should start packing."
"What the hell?!" Sam shouted. "Wait no I won't ignore that you said that, don't change the topic!"
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Angels
AçãoAngels is a completed book that I've been putting a lot of my time into for the last year. The main idea of the book is that it takes place in a world very similqr to ours, but is also inhabited by a race of "Angels" who are extremely hard to tell a...
