SAM

Scene #7

They had just finished their coffee talk with Mr. Strindberg, Sam's father, in their cozy backyard that was framed with large apple trees and birds sleeping in their nests. Mr. Strindberg had to leave for a business meeting and before Alex could leave, Sam asked him to stay for a while. He didn't want to leave, so he smiled and sat down once more.

"I'm terrified honestly, Mr. Strindberg and Mr. Osbourne look at me like I've got the power in my hands to change the entire world while, in fact, I am j-" He took a deep breath and let out what he didn't want to reveal in front of her dad. Sam's interrupting sigh, however, didn't seem to approve.

"Alex, who said you don't have that power? You know what, we all have that same power. It's only the ones who decide to see it into themselves that make it to the top."

"Sam, I know you love tales of Robin Hood a lot but I don't really think these superheroes exist in real life." She rolled her eyes at him in an attempt to keep her point valid rather than laughing at how he remembered such detail about her.

"They do, they just don't always know how to fly."

He knew what she was telling him, he heard the same words on his mother's tongue a thousand times when he was younger. Though he didn't realise he had already used his super powers when he made young Alex's photography dream come alive, he believed it was just his lucky stars. He didn't need to listen to the same thing again, he actually needed someone to be his mentor and show him his capabilities and worth. He was so lost at that time and he no longer saw the reason his candle was still burning for.

"You're right. Anyway, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" He changed the subject, hoping his head would do the same.

"Believe it or not, I didn't know. He never really told me about that before, he was really surprised to find out that we're both searching through these stories though."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just surprising how we don't believe in the folders when everyone knows that the following poets took their folders themselves."

"Maybe they only disappeared, who knows? No one has evidence that they did so, and only people of the South and interested historians like your dad know about this story anyway. People of the south rarely travel anywhere and that's why it's hard to tell what happens between them."

She hummed. He sensed that silence was slipping into their conversation, so he started thinking of anything to exorcise it. He could never stand silence, silence gave people space and turned on the gears of his mind. His only wish was to stop his brain from working, there was no way silence was going to ruin this moment.

"By the way, I really liked the way your closet is organised." He commented, indirectly admitting that he did peak at her room while they were walking past it even though she didn't want him to see it because it was too "messy".

"It's not really that organized, it only gives that impression."

"The clothes are arranged rainbow-ically and you're telling me it's not organized, how come?"

"There's no such word called "rainbow-ically". Also, it's just a mess that looks nice. You haven't really had a close look at it yet." She laughed, but Alex took what she said to a deeper side.

"Maybe. I can tell you like blue though."

"Oh yes I do," She squealed. "it's the most beautiful colour in the world. It's the color of the sky, the seas, oceans, and lakes-and the colour of your veins from here and-" She subconsciously traced the veins prominent on his hands in slow motion, playing his favourite chord; the touch. Her long nails were almost scratching at his skin but he didn't even realise it.

She fell silent for a moment, her eyebrows slightly knitted as she slowly moved her fingertips over his hands. She was apparently lost in the emotion, and he got pretty lost too but he was lost in the look of her eyes as she stared at his veins with admiration.

"So are your eyes, they're gorgeously blue." She whispered. She had slowly raised her head, realizing he'd been staring at her for too long. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her touch was something from outerspace. He felt like he was swimming through the galaxies and suddenly he hit a star-BOOM. He felt so much emotion from this simple, unintended touch. He didn't know why, but when she looked into his eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"Would you like it if we go and watch the fireworks show by the central hills tomorrow?"