I'm sat, propped up in my childhood bed and my favourite novel in hand when Sam facetimes me. It's 8:35 am and I'm surprised that he's even conscious this early in the morning, but I answer the call anyway.
His sleepy face pops up on my screen and I decide to ditch my book as Sam has effortlessly stolen my attention anyway.
"Hey." He mumbles, a yawn interrupting any further greeting.
"Hey sleepyhead, what are you doing awake so early?" I ask, my eyes flitting over his face.
"Missed you." He answers, although that's not really a valid answer to my question.
"I miss you too...are you in my bed?" I ask, my eyes narrowing as I spot a familiar looking lamp.
"Your bed smells like you." He says simply and I inhale sharply through my teeth.
"You have it bad." I tease, winking at him. He glares at me, muttering under his breath.
"Whatever. Why do you look so good in the morning?" He asks, and I assume that he's not quite capable of coherent thoughts right now.
"It's a talent." I mumble, raking a hand through my wayward hair.
"How's your dad?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.
"He's good. We had a bit of a moment last night." I admit and Sam looks intrigued.
"A moment?" He questions and I nod.
"Yeah, he apologised for being so distant since my mum passed and we had a genuine chat, it was really nice." I murmur, itching around the edges of my cast which are beginning to irritate me.
"That's great, 'lias!" He says and I nod, smiling to myself.
"Yeah, we had a family dinner with your mum and sisters last night." I add and Sam's eyes widen considerably.
"Without me? I'm going to have serious words with that woman." He mutters and I laugh.
"She misses you, I'll tell her that the feelings mutual when I see her later." I assure and Sam raises a brow.
"You're seeing her again? Why?" He demands, watching me carefully and I grin.
"Well, that's between me and Cam, isn't it?" I say smugly. He rolls his eyes, feigning disinterest.
"Fine, I don't want to know anyway." He says huffily.
"That's alright, the twins are pretty eager to see me again so if you don't want to chat..." I taunt, Sam's eyes narrowing at me.
"Fuck you, Eli." He utters icily and I laugh.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't be like that." I coax, knowing that I have him in the palm of my hand as his expression melts at the term of endearment.
"I'll speak to you later, ok? Take care of yourself." I insist and he nods dutifully.
"See you tomorrow." He mumbles and I smile softly.
"That seems like a long time to you, doesn't it?" I ask and he nods vehemently.
"I'll be home before you know it." I promise and he nods, hanging up eventually.
I sigh, smiling to myself as I make my way downstairs. I never thought that I'd feel this intensely for anyone but the feeling in my body, the mood radiating off me argues otherwise.
My dad is already at the dining table which isn't surprising, but instead of buried in his phone, he's reading a book. The same book that's tucked under my arm.
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Growing Pains
Novela Juvenil-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...
