George's POV
I've at least written down this a few times. Awhile ago I made Sam mad and now he won't talk to me. I've been trying to write him a letter but I can't make any good ones. I want my apology to be good so that he knows that I'm serious. The letters that I've written usually go like,
Dear Samuel,
Honestly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you and making you mad the other day. I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry for it. I can't talk to you in person because you won't answer, but I want you to know that I am sorry, honestly.
Love,
George
Samuel has been in his room with one of his friends for an hour or two now. I don't want to drop the note off while his friends are here but they probably won't leave soon. It would be awkward if I just left it there and had to face his friends later.
I finally put the letter on the door knob and I knock. Before I can leave, Samuel answers and spots me instantly. I turn back to him and point at the door knob. He directs his attention to where I'm pointing and notices the note. "JUST TALK ALREADY DAMNIT!" Maria yells from Sam's room.
He picks up the letter and observes it for awhile before almost knocking me down with a tight hug. "So we're good now I'm guessing?" He buries his face into my chest and starts nodding profusely "Yeah I'm sorry.." he says quietly.
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