My phone buzzes and I cast a casual glance towards it, thankful for the interruption. I drop my pen and flex my fingers as I reach for it, smiling automatically as I spot Sam's name.
Sam (Best friend numero uno)
Elias!
Eli-yus.
Eli-yaaasssss.
Want to go out? The sun is out and you know what that means...
His erratic texts are endearing but I cringe at the last message, my fingers sweeping out a reply in seconds.
No one wants to see your 'guns'.
I roll my eyes at how fast he sees my message, the tell-tale dots appearing as I wait for his reply.
Rude! I am really... just so hurt right now, why would you hurt me like that? I thought we were bros?
I scoff but smile anyway, not having to think too hard to respond.
You were mistaken
There are three raps against my door and I ignore them, knowing who's there already.
Let me in!!!!!!!!!
I laugh openly and hear the door creak open slowly.
"Oh...you could have told me, idiot." Sam calls out, closing the door behind him. He saunters in and grins when he spots me.
"It was more fun this way." I say, shrugging my shoulders and Sam gazes at me in discontent.
"The weather is really nice, you wanna head out to our spot? I'm sick of looking at words and attempting to read them." He suggests, ignoring my comment and getting straight to the point.
I glance out the window and notice that Sam couldn't be further from the truth if he tried.
"It's sunny." I state, looking back at him with a raised brow.
He laughs at my expression but sighs deeply, shaking his head at me.
"Most people find warm weather appealing, most people don't like the rain. This classifies as nice weather to normal people, Elias." He says, gesturing to the window wildly and I frown.
"I disagree."
Sam snorts and nods.
"You would, the rain matches your entire way of being." He mutters, glancing down at my deep blue shirt and black jeans. I don't see anything wrong with them.
I sigh dramatically but nod absently, agreeing to humour him. I take off my wide framed glasses and replace them with contacts, blinking rapidly before everything becomes clear again. Sam grins widely and throws me a deep green shirt. I catch it and hold it questioningly.
"Put it on!" He remarks, laughing at my expression again and I can't help but notice his abnormally good mood. I choose not to bring it up.
"I'm already wearing a shirt." I state, gesturing to my shirt and Sam shakes his head adamantly.
"I like you in that shirt." He says simply, before turning and walking into the hall. I watch him go, puzzled and glance down at my shirt again. I roll my eyes and toss the spare top onto my bed. I'm not going to change my outfit just because Sam doesn't like it. What a toss-pot.
I smile to myself as I grab my phone and jacket, pleased that I'm asserting my own opinions. I'm not going to change my shirt just for Sam.
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Growing Pains
Teen Fiction-A soulmate story- Sam and Eli are best friends, they have been for years and they tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. Elias Grey has felt every cut, bruise and fracture that Samuel Rivera has received for eleven years. He has no...
