(A/N DON'T START SONG YET PLZ also I didn't mean the first part of this little story to come off as 'if you don't get who you want go with second best' it was meant to be like, 'don't hurt yourself over someone who doesn't want you, be with the people who love you back' kinda thing~ bai)
Lela's POV;
Sam pulled up in front of the main lobby. I slipped my bag onto my shoulders and picked up my violin. I rushed out to greet him by the trunk where I shoved my stuff. He smiled at me as I closed the back.
"What?" I felt heat rise to my face. He just turned and opened the drivers door. I rolled my eyes and got into the passengers side.
"So. A date huh?"
"Yeah. I finally understood your advice."
"Advice?" He pulled out of the school parking lot and we headed to his place.
"Yup. You always tell me that Elizabeth doesn't realize someone is right in front of her. But I think you were also talking about me."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean? I mean, I know what you mean but I want to be sure, and I want to hear you say it."
I laughed as he blushed a deep red and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"You were right in front of me. For most of my life and I only just now see you. Clearly."
Sam sighed. "Finally!" I laughed at him. We pulled up in his driveway. "Popcorn?"
"Do you really have to ask that question?"
"Nope. I'll drive you home later so just, leave your stuff in the back."
"Will do. Race ya inside?"
I got out and ran to the back door. But he has longer legs and easily passed me and held the door for me.
"One of these days I will beat you!"
"Keep telling yourself that Princess."
"Princes?"
"Don't like it?"
"Love it Sammy." We both giggled.
"Popcorn!" He yelled and dashed to the kitchen. I watched him disappear around the corner and I slipped my shoes off. I walked into his room and plopped down on his bed. I laid down so my head was dangling off the foot of the bed. He has a big room. So he has a big bed.
His room is downstairs in the basement. It's a very homey basement though. Tucked in the corner of his room is a keyboard and a recording set. Then in the middle of the room is his queen sized bed with the headboard against the wall. On the other side of his bed is his closet which is fairly normal sized. The on the wall next to that is his bedroom door. So if one door is open you can't open the other. On the same wall are pictures of his closest friends, favorite shows and movies, family, pets, and me. Under those is his extreme desk as I call it.
The desk is a regular school desk that is slightly longer with shelves on the sides going both to the ground and up along the wall.
On the wall opposite the bed is the bathroom door. Yes he has his own bathroom. And right across the bed is a flat screen tv. Then on the next wall is a dresser and a bookshelf. Then a window with a window seat. Then we are back to the recording corner.
If you can't tell his parents are pretty wealthy.
As I lay down with the blood slowly rushing to my brain, I pick up the tv controller that was conveniently places on the floor near me. I turn on the tv and flip through the channels until I come to the CW channel. The newest episode of Arrow is about to play.
