Quiet Hearts (Sam Woolf Fanfic)

ONE

Ria

"SAM!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs up the stairs. I screamed whenever I could because my parents wouldn't allow it at home, so at Sam's house this was normal.

"What?" he said, mellow. I rolled my eyes.

"How do you like your eggs?!"

"Runny! With pepper! The special kind in the blue container, please!" he informed me and I heard the door shut.

I flipped his eggs, like a pro may I add, and grabbed the toast. I played it all up just how he liked it and slid it onto the table.

"Thank you." Sam smiled and sat down. I laughed as he carefully cut into the yolk with his fork. Just to annoy him a picked up my whole egg and shoved it into my mouth-whole. He scrunched up his nose in disgust but a little chuckle escaped him.

"You are gross." he said and rolled his eyes. I shrugged in response and smiled as I bit down on my toast.

This is how our morning usually went. Sam doesn't have a car, so I give him a ride to school. But because his parents work really early, I usually get there in time so we can eat breakfast together.

"Crap, Sam, it's 7:48!" I hopped up from my seat and threw my dishes in the sink. A loud crash! echoed throughout the house.

"What?!" he did the same-er, but more um... gentle.

We both grabbed our book bags and scrambled out to my car-a beautiful old fashioned firebird that I saved four years for-and jumped in the two front seats.

"Drive!" Sam's foot tapped anxiously.

"Dammit, Sam, I'm going!" I put the car into drive and did a little something called pedal to the medal. The car went speeding and I gripped the wheel all the way to school.

When we pulled in, it was 7:59.

Crap crap crap crap crap.

"Sam! Run!"

"I'm too innocent to have detention!" he ripped the door open and we sprinted for class.

"And I have plans!" I added. I could see the door to my Civics. I reach for the handle...

And the bell rang.

I quickly scrambled in the classroom. Sam was already inside, no surprise. He was an amazing runner, but didn't want to do cross country or track.

The whole class was staring at us, many of them snickering. I glanced at the teacher, then at Sam, then back to the teacher-but Sam's face was priceless. He was beet red under everyone's stares. I laughed and punched him in the shoulder.

"Ahem,"

Oh, yeah, class.

I looked at Mr. Santendem. He was a good humored teacher so I crossed my fingers he wouldn't yell at us. I mean, for the record, we were on time. The automated bell was still ringing as we entered so technically-

"You two are darn lucky!" he laughed and slapped is knee. I could finally breath, and Sam looked like he was about to pass out. "That, was intense." he wiped a pretend bead of sweat off of his forehead and motioned for us to take our seats.

I got a stern glare from Sam as we did. I just smiled back and shrugged.

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The bell rang for lunch, and I scurried out if Comp Lit because I was damn hungry.

"Ria." Someone said behind me. I cursed whoever was going to make me late for lunch, but turned around anyways.

"Oh, hey Casey." I smiled.

"Hey. We still on later?" He shifted his books from one arm to the other. I was very aware of the river of kids streaming around us to the cafeteria. I sighed and trained my thoughts back to Casey.

He was a tall, very cute junior. The only problem was after our first date, I realized how exhaustingly boring he was. I seriously almost fell asleep.

But he's cute...

No! Standards, Ria!

"Casey, I'm sorry but I don't think we're meant to date." I frowned quickly. "or go on dates. Like, at all."

I left him standing in the middle of the hallway with a dull and slightly shocked look on his face. I didn't even feel guilty, because any knots of it were undoubtedly masked by hunger.

"Why are you late? You're never late for lunch." Sam asked, curious, as I sat down at our round cafeteria tables.

"Is that a fat joke?" I asked in mock hurt, then laughed. Sam turned a little pink but laughed with me.

"No, I just know you enjoy your food." he smiled and I nodded in agreement.

"And to answer your question, I had to tell Casey I didn't want to see him anymore." I shrugged.

"Oh." Sam said and took a bite of salad blankly. "Good."

I laughed suddenly, almost spitting out the bite of rice I had just put in my mouth.

"What?" I swallowed and started laughing uncontrollably, and Sam couldn't help but smile.

"He was just..." Sam couldn't find the right word, or he didn't want to be mean. Probably a little bit of both.

"A total bore?" I offered.

"Pretty much." he nodded and I followed suit. It wasn't silent for long because soon we were both laughing and gasping for air.

Sam may be quiet and shy, but he was the best best friend ever.