qt ; sevin/tdcc

six

dodie was rambling on about her ukulele competition that would happen in a year, while sam had other things on his mind while dodie and sam were walking to school. "oh, and sam. you're definitely coming over to my house after school, i want to show you one of the songs im performing. and as you know, i hate singing. so you're going to sing for me while i play one of my ukulele songs," dodie stated, and sam rolled his eyes, "and how do you know i can sing?" he asked sarcastically, clenching his schoolbag. dodie grinned, "did you forget i caught you singing this morning?" she said, walking backwards to face sam. "dont walk backwards, dods. you'll fall. plus i cant sing that good, you should hear alex-" sam mumbled, and he stopped on the word 'alex', and dodie frowned. "stop comparing yourself to thr fucker, you're much better than him," dodie said, shaking her head. "sing," dodie said to sam, and sam squinted his eyes, "sing? here? now??" sam muttered anxiously, and dodie chuckled, "of course, silly." dodie said joyfully, flashing a huge smile at sam. dodie's smile was infectious,  and sam smiled. "no," sam insisted, and dodie shook her head. "fine, i wont paint your nails ever again." dodie said, and sam gasped. dodie laughed, "joking! im joking,"  she exclaimed, "but if you want to, you can sing for me or hear my terrible singing instead," (i love dodie her songs are mcfuccing liFe) dodie said, and sam grinned sheepishly, "your singing isnt terrible, its bloody fantastic." sam said loudly, stopping outside their school. "meet you at lunch?" dodie asked, tilting her head to the side. sam nodded, flashing dodie a grin before she disappeared into the school.

sam followed 5 minutes later, walking up to his locker. he was in third year at the time, and dodie was in fourth. all the other inner circle were in fourth year aswell, so that made sam the youngest of the group. and he also the smallest, but forget about that since he hates it.

sam opened his locker, and stored his stuff he didnt need for home ec in his locker. he was feeling good today, since dodie possibly just offered painting his nails. he grinned at the thought, shutting his locker gently and skipping out into the school field. the school field had plenty of trees that were great for cute makeout sessons, but no one liked admiting that really, everyone kept to themselves in the school, but sam loved thinking about it. sam was a hopeless romantic, he loved romantic comedy sitcoms and that kind of stuff.

sam ran up to one of the abandoned hills, the grass was incredibly long, slighty wet from the midnight rain. the space under the hawthorn tree was completely dry, and sam stopped under the tree.

every memory that took place under that hawthorn tree was flooding in from the years before.

the day he confessed to alex,
where they kissed for the first time in second year.
the day where it was alexs birthday and they were throwing the red and maroon leaves at eachother in autumn.
the day where sam got his first hickey.
the day sams heart was crushed, finding alex, the one he trusted for so many months, catching him kiss another girl.

sam walked up to the usual spot where he and alex would hang out, expecting alex to be alone and waiting for him. but it was the opposite, he found alex kissing a girl he forgot whos name was, alex not expecting him there. alex flinched and looked at sam when he heard the first hiccup from sobbing, and he immediately stopped. "s-sam! no, dont-" alex tried to calm sam down, but it was too late. sam ran, ran out of the school gates, ran back to his house, locking himself in his room, sobbing. "w-why would alex do that?" sam whispered hoarsely, his throat sore and his eyes red from crying.

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ayy i tried at least.