Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Sal (x Sami)

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SMUT WARNING!

Sami's POV

Here we go, just a first date that's all...with one of your oldest and dearest friends, Sal. Fuck. He knows every single thing about me, and yet...I can't help but fear that I'll embarrass myself somehow.

I was scared, I admit it. We'd been best friends pretty much our whole lives. The only reason that we decided to go on a date kind of thing is because for the first time in over 10 years, we were both single. It was either Sal loving it up in the love shack, with me single, or vice-versa. This was a weird feeling. I guess when we were at the age – 16 or whatever – when we were starting to think about relationships and shit...I guess that I did like Sal in that way, but part of me didn't want to lose the friendship that we had, so I remained quiet. Although, thinking back, perhaps I should have picked up on the signals that Sal was sending my way. I was oblivious to the fact that he liked me, all because I had brainwashed myself into thinking that it was a bad idea to risk a friendship as close as ours was, to be together.

I had dressed up in a slim fitting black dress that hung slightly off of my shoulders, with a pair of black high heels to match. Around my neck, I wore the silver-chained necklace that Sal got me for my 21st birthday. I never wore it, simply because of how important it was to me, and I didn't want to run the risk of losing it, ever. Sal understood that, thankfully. I had dowsed myself in perfume, wanting to look my best for him – even though he has seen me in every which way. I specifically remember the time he stayed over mine, I didn't have a guest room, or even a big enough couch for him to sleep on, and so he ended up sleeping in my bed for the night. I had forgotten to take my make-up off from the night before, and woke up the next morning looking like a panda bear. To this day, Sal has never let me live that one down. Ugh.

The doorbell to my house rang out, as I cautiously stepped down the stairs, not wanting to trip in my heels and end up in A&E for the night. Through the opaque glass, I could see Sal waiting patiently for me. This was it, no going back now. I opened the door, witnessing, as his eyes shifted from his feet, up my body, and locking with my eyes. A bright smile pulled at his lips, as he breathed out a shaky 'wow'. Sal was dressed in a pair of smart navy blue jeans, with a deep maroon coloured shirt, and a dark grey blazer to compliment the look. On his feet he wore a pair of black Timberland boots, knowing that they were my favourite.

"Sami, y-you look...just, wow." He gawped, studying my body up and down. Sal soon realised what he was doing, and shook himself out from his daze. He cleared his throat, before handing me a bouquet of roses.

"Aw, Sal...you shouldn't have." I blushed, taking the flowers and popping them into the nearest vase I could find. He shrugged his shoulders, as a cheeky smile pulled at his lips.

"I wanted to treat you right, and any girl of mine deserves to have flowers." He flirted, leaning against the doorframe, as he raised a single eyebrow. I couldn't stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, as I cowered my head down, the shyness overwhelming me.

Sal held his hand out for me to hold, as he walked with me down the road. The bar wasn't too far from my house, and it was a nice summer's evening for a walk, so that we did. He swung our hands back and forth softly with every step that we took, a silence between us. It wasn't awkward or anything, but it wasn't comfortable either. After being friends for so long, it was a weird feeling to see Sal in that way...at least I know what I mean.

We arrived at the bar within ten minutes, and found our own little table in the corner for some privacy. Sal made his way over to the bar, and ordered us a first round of drinks. He insisted that he was paying for it, but I could always sneak off later on and get us another round. I have my ways. He returned to our table, passing me my drink, before taking a seat opposite me. I must admit, in the dimly lit corner of the room, Sal looked really good, and I mean really good. His hair had been styled to perfection, and the crinkle in the corners of his eyes when he smiled was beginning to be something that I adored, a lot.