Blue Neighbourhood

His Name is Sam

          I met Sam in the eighth grade, he sat in the back of the class and always caught me turning back to look at him from my front row seat. I could never tell if he was gay at the time, like, he hung out with the cools kids and I sat alone all the time. I'd see him with his friends and realize how lonely I actually was. 

         One day we were having our normal math class, me hopelessly staring at his perfectly built face, and him laughing at it. God..he has such a perfect smile. Mr. Mann would tell me to stop looking to back of the class so obviously I did, never been a rebel. 

          I was on my way to fourth period that day and Sam stopped in the hallway once he saw me. Automatically I thought he'd throw me into a locker or punch me straight in the nose or something along those lines. But, he just smirked and started walking past me until he said, "Hey Troye, what're you doing after school today" I whipped my head around so fast I almost fell on my face, jeez. Way to play it cool Troye

        "Uh, nothing, why?"

        "Wanna hang out? I can drive you to my house and we can hang out until you need to be home if you'd like." Holy Shit, Sam Coral wants to hang out  with me.

        "Yeah sure, wanna give me your number in case we end up being friends?" Wow, out of all the things I could've said.

        "Of course, haha"

         He met me at my locker once the final bell rang and everyone acts at this time like they won't see their friend for another year so you have to push through crowds of hugging girls. 

         Sam asked me, "Ready to go?

         I responded way too quickly, "Yeah I'm ready to go." He laughed

        Then, before I knew it we were in his car and on our way to his house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~         He led me up the walkway to his three story suburban house. Swear to god it looked like something fresh out of a Disney show. Once we got into his room he told me his parents wouldn't be home until the next day because they'd been on a business trip for the past two weeks. I wish that stuff happened to me..My bipolar dad's usually either passed out drunk on the couch or screaming at me because he's stressed. Always has a way to blame me for it. Then there's my mom who has a super obvious affair with some guy she met at a bar. Just as I was thinking about all that he looked at me was like, "Hey you okay?" I didn't even notice the tear streaming down my left cheek

       " Yeah, I'm fine" At that point he edged himself over to me on the other side of the bed. He smelt so good. He hugged me and said whatever was upsetting me I could talk to him about.

        Then I said, "Believe me Sam, you don't wanna know."

       "What if I said I care?"