I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
* An imagine for Samuel was requested in the comments a few times so thank you! Also, for those who don't know, Samuel is the boy Thomas Sangster plays in the short 'Left Hand Man' and the movie 'Phantom Halo'. *
I didn't mean to stalk him, it just kinda happened. I didn't mean to watch him perform everyday from the same thick book, I just couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to fall in love with Sammy, but what wasn't there to love?
Sam, full name being Samuel Emerson, was a thief, a con-artist, a manipulator. But he couldn't help it, since his father was Warren Emerson, the most pathetic man anyone in this country could know. He was always blowing his money and the money the boys- Sam and his older brother Beckett- 'made' at their job during the day on bets or bottles of alcohol.
After their mother left them not many years ago, the boys learned they had to take care of themselves. They taught themselves how to earn just enough money to scrape by until they can leave the town, without ever looking back.
Until then, they would shuffle an old hat and small box with them to the side of a street just earning enough to pay rent. Sam would recite the Shakespeare plays that his father had drilled into his brain, while Beckett scoped around the crowd pulling out phones and wallets from people's pockets. In other words, Sam was the distraction while Beckett pick-pocketed them. I was honestly surprised I was the only one to catch them in the act.
The day I first caught him, was also the day I found the boy who I fell head over heels for. I had just left a store where Sam was performing, and he caught my interest. I stood at the back of the group with my one hand against my left thigh and the other holding the strap of my bag.
"And will a while uphold the unyoked honor of your idleness. Yet here in will I imitate the sun, who doth permit bask contagious clouds to smother up his beauty from the world..." Sam began his long manuscript in front of the crowd.
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I was so engrossed in Sam's smooth accent that I couldn't seem to feel the hand digging into my purse. That was until the hand jerked a little to the left, pushing the bag into my hip.
I dug my hand into the bag, immediately feeling the hand already inside. Instead of making a big scene, I decided I wanted to meet this little 'Shakespeare' that Sam earned the nickname of. I took the boys hand and pulled it out of the bag and close to me. I linked the boys hand in mine but continued to stare at Sam, even though I could feel the worried and confused look Beckett was piercing into the side of my face.
A few more minutes went by of Sam performing, before he took a small bow and waited for applause. People tossed loose change and small bills into the black hat placed directly in front of Sam before walking off. I waited in the back until the whole crowd was gone.
When Sam looked up to find Beckett, his eyes widened with fear when he saw the situation. I finally let go of Beckett's hand and let him join at his brothers side.
