The next few days pass surprisingly smoothly and, despite my sudden, life changing realisation, life continues normally. We attend lectures, eat lunch together, go to hockey practise, watch films; everything continues and I'm glad. The more I think, or overthink, the more illogically terrified I become at the prospect of losing Sam.
A tidal wave of 'what ifs' cloud my judgement. What if Sam doesn't feel the same way? It's all well and good taking someone else's word for it, but I'd never assume something so important based on someone else's opinion. What if we did get together and things ended badly? I couldn't handle the guilt, knowing that I was the one who tore us apart and ruined something so perfect.
What if I make a terrible boyfriend? I've never had that kind of experience with someone, in reality I don't know the first thing about relationships.
I try and console myself as best I can, using reason and logic but for some reason my mind rebels.
It's very disconcerting.
"Hey, Elias? Are you ok?" Sam asks, breaking me from my abstraction and I blink twice, hesitating before nodding. Sam narrows his eyes, plonking himself down on the bench opposite me and resting his hands on the table, only millimetres from mine.
"No, you're not. What's up with you lately?" He asks and I sigh, shrugging my shoulders.
"It's nothing." I insist. He frowns but lets it go for now, but I know that later I won't be so lucky.
"How's the guy search going?" I ask painfully, but my morbid curiosity demands to know.
Sam heaves a sigh, shaking his head playfully.
"Terribly. Honestly, if I could just date you, I would. It would make everything so much easier." He says as I choke on a bite of my sandwich. Sam watches, an amused expression lighting up his face as I glug some water in an attempt to clear my airway.
"What?" I ask, completely side-tracked from the lunch in front of us.
"What?" He asks back and I roll my eyes.
"Why would you want to date someone like me?" I say offhandedly, taking a smaller, warier bite of my sandwich.
Sam scoffs, stealing my grapes as per usual and pinching the chocolate biscuits for himself.
"Why wouldn't I? You make me laugh, you're kind, talented, smart, a perfect gentleman and hot as hell. I wish there were more people like you." He says wistfully, a teasing glint in his eyes and I mull his words over in my head for a moment.
"You're overlooking my flaws." I point out and he rolls his eyes.
"Your flaws are minor inconveniences at best." He mutters and I frown, fiddling with my glasses.
"We're best friends, you have to say that." I state, internally kicking myself at the idiocy of pointing out something so obvious.
"The best relationships stem from friendships. I want my future husband to be my best friend, my partner in crime and my fuck buddy all at the same time." He states confidently and I burst into laughter.
"Please don't tell me that this is advice from your mum." I utter and he looks suddenly bashful.
"Maybe, but that doesn't make it any less relevant." He mumbles and I nod.
"Your mum knows her stuff." I assure and he grins, nodding in agreement.
"So, you agree?" He asks and I tilt my head slightly.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have phrased it like that." I admit and Sam scoffs.
"Yeah, well that's a given. You would have turned it into a poem or something." He chortles. I'm unamused and snatch the biscuits back, stuffing one in my mouth.
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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...
