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Chapter 12

Sam was too afraid to go home, so she slept in the room that I guess I could now call a guest room.  It took me hours to fall asleep.  Greyson's absence just felt so wrong.  When I woke up I tried to make that initial moment of nothingness last.  Those first few seconds after you open your eyes when you just aren't thinking yet.  Nothing really matters.  Nothing hurts.  I didn't have a girl sleeping in my house with no other place to go.  My love wasn't a hundred miles away from my bed.

When the moment faded, and the feelings came back, I didn't want to move.  I grabbed Greyson's pillow and hugged it tightly.  I laughed at how childish I felt.  He'd only been gone for a night.  I'd become so dependant on having him here. 
In less than four months I'd gone from being happily single and living with my best friend, to being engaged to the person who was undoubtedly the love of my life.  I started to feel like I wasn't getting enough oxygen ,  and only then realized I was crying.  I was this torn up about it now, there was no way I could last two weeks without Greyson. 

"This can't be healthy." I muttered to myself.

But if that was the case, then I was fine with being sick.

I forced myself out of bed when I smelled food cooking.  I'd kind of forgotten about Sam.  I went into the kitchen, still clutching Greysons pillow, and sat down at the breakfast bar.

"Sorry I didn't ask to use your food first, but I figured you'd be hungry.  Plus, I needed to thank you for letting me crash here." Sam said, standing over the pancakes she was cooking.

"Thanks, and no problem.  You can stay as long as you want."  I told her.

Sam split the pancakes between us and sat down on the stool beside me.

"So, I was thinking," she began as she twisted her long black hair into a bun, "Do you think you could talk to my parents for me? Greyson told me he would do it if things ended up this way, but he isn't here to.  So I'm kind of screwed."

"What do you want me to tell them?" I asked.

"Just, how being gay doesn't change how my life is going to play out.  I'll still go to college and I'll still have kids.  Just, with a girl.  Things like that."

"I can probably handle that." I smiled.

We ate, talking about random things.  I got dressed and made myself look a bit less dead.  I had two social tasks to complete today.  First I had to talk to Sam's parents.  Then, I had class. 

I went down to the Sam's apartment and knocked on the door.

"Who the hell is it?" someone shouted from inside.

"Uh, Luca Meyer.  I live upstairs."  I called back.

The door opened a crack, and a woman looked out.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk.  See, your daughter Sam is-"

"A queer!" snapped a man's voice.

"Well, yeah.  I guess so.  But I was trying to say that she slept at my place last night because she was too afraid to come home.  And she wanted me to try and explain some stuff to you guys."

The door opened, my shirt was grabbed, and I was pulled inside.  The next thing I new, I was sitting on a couch across from Sam's parents.  It surprised me how much Sam and her mother looked alike.  Both we small, with long black hair and dark eyes.  Her father was the exact opposite of that.

"We'll listen to what you have to say." her dad said in a montone voice.  "Make it fast."

I looked at him, then to the mom, and back a few times before I started to talk.