A few days pass, thankfully uneventfully and Sam's palm is now healed nicely. It had stung like a bitch for a few days, but has healed fully now and is no longer causing me grief. My fingers flutter across the keys of my piano considerately, a new idea for a tune leaping to mind and weaving its way through my unconscious thoughts. I pause for a moment and sigh, shutting the lid.
I haven't heard from Sam for over 12 hours and I'm starting to get concerned. I've not had this much free time in a while and it's disconcerting. I get up from my spot and stretch out my arms, a delicious crack coming from my spine.
I check my phone, deciding that even though it's late, it's probably quicker and easier to see Sam in person. I shut my door behind me and meander downstairs, pausing when I see the man in question leant against his door.
"Sam?" I ask, his head lolling to the side slightly as he hears his name. His face is scrunched up, tear tracks running down his face and his words are mumbled and incoherent.
"That is my name." He finally murmurs and I roll my eyes, taking another step towards him.
"I'm aware." I respond, bending down to look at him. I've never seen him in a state quite like this and I take a moment to assess my own body, double-checking that he's in no physical pain. It seems, though, that whatever is distressing Sam is purely emotional, and I am less help in that department.
His eyes travel over my face, recognition lighting up his features.
"Elias! I know you!" He says joyously, although his smile is short-lived, a dark cloud coming over his expression.
"I'd hope so, I've been your friend for long enough." I say, pulling an arm underneath his body and pulling him up.
"Best friend." He corrects, attempting to stand on his own two feet. The sight is honestly pitiful and I sigh deeply before reaching down and knocking his knees out from beneath him, deciding it will be entirely easier to carry him.
"Feel like a princess." Sam states, gazing around with squinted eyes and I laugh.
"Come on, princess. Nap time." I say, walking up the stairs slowly and Sam hums contentedly at the idea.
"We should do a lunch date again. Soon. Why don't we ever eat lunch anymore, Eli?" Sam whines and I chuckle.
"Lunch dates? We always eat lunch together, Sam." I mutter, amused at the idea of Sam ever trying to skip a meal. It would be impossible, so the idea of him not eating lunch is just plain ludicrous.
"You always pay, that makes it a date." He states, matter-of-factly and I laugh again at his drunken tone.
"Well then of course you want to do that again, you get a free lunch." I say, attempting to sound scornful but it doesn't seem to work.
"And spend time with you. But also the sub. Daddy needs his foot-long." He mumbles and I cackle out loud, reaching for the handle of my door and shifting Sam in my arms.
"So, the only reason you have lunch with me is to get my foot-long?" I ask and Sam is silent for a moment before dissolving into giggles.
"That sounded so dirty." He says, leaning his head into my shoulder.
"It was intended." I say dryly and Sam nods. I walk through the entrance and nudge the door closed with my foot, strolling into my bedroom and setting Sam down gently. I gently pry one of his hands away from my shirt but he grumbles in discontent.
"Don't go, I'm not angry at you anymore." He mumbles, his eyes closed as he burrows into my covers.
"Why were you angry?" I ask, frowning at the thought and Sam sighs dramatically.
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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...
