Chance Meetings?

Chapter 15-Chance Meetings{Part 2}

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Chapter 15 part 2……

I couldn’t be more eager to not be recovering from my horrid experience. The thing was…. I was slowly losing the memory of it all. I had a theory that it could be my mind trying to protect itself. Which seemed fairly logical right?

But I wasn’t complaining, not really. Just the only thing I kept trying to picture or feel was Sam’s lips again against my forehead. But now even that was getting heavy to remember and I’ve started doubting it happened…..

I mean come on people. Sam. Kissing me…?

If it did happen and it was just my mind being stupid thinking it was a drug filled dream, wouldn’t that mean that we were breaking a barrier? The all mighty ‘friends’ barrier?

The whole of it was confusing me, and I had no idea what to think. So I decided the next time I see Sam I would focus on the way he was around me, and if it would be different in some way.

I guess the universe had earlier plans.

There was a knock on the door and then a head poking through the gap. ‘Em honey?’.

‘Yeah…?’ I ask laying my pencil down on my notebook. ‘Someone is here to see you…’ Grandma informs me with a glint in her eyes opening the door for me to see who it was.

‘Sam..?’ frowning slightly I look him over because he wasn’t dressed in his usual grey hoodie  and faded jeans. He was dressed in a long sleeved baseball shirt and a pair of nice fitting jeans with vans. ‘Hey how you doing?’ he asks, hands in pockets obviously because it flexed his many arm muscles but at the moment I didn’t want to pay too much attention to them.

To be honest I was surprised.

‘You look abnormally surprised to see me… like I just told you to marry me or something’ he replies when I don’t say anything and he laughs grinning at me which made me feel like an idiot. I try for composure. ‘Haha’ I say to cover up my shock. ‘Yeah sorry, I just wasn’t expecting many visitors besides my family’ I answer truthfully. ‘I’ll leave you two to it…’ Grandma begins to close the door. ‘Emily remember yell if you need anything, I’ll just be down the hall’. The way she says it makes it clear she didn’t trust Sam and I together in my room. But if we were being realistic…. I was still tied to my bed by my injuries. But that was Grandma for yah.

‘Aren’t you going to ask what I have behind my back?’ Sam nudges as he walked over to my bedside. I shift higher against my headboard carefully to feel more comfortable and my eyes fall to his arms and waist. ‘Why Sam… what do you have there behind your back?’ I kind of repeat sarcastically as Sam raises an eyebrow at my tone of voice. I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing at my stupidity.

‘I got you something…’ he answers genuinely. This time I raise my eyebrows and kind of just stare at his face for a while. ‘Will you stop looking at me like that!’ he says and I laugh.

‘Okay, okay… well let’s see it then’ I reply smirking excited to see what it was, no one else has gotten me a present…. Slowly he brings it around and it’s neatly wrapped in brown paper with my name on it. I loved it.

Is it possible to compare your personality with the style of wrapping paper?

‘What you do is take off the sticky tape and unwrap it Em’ I poke my tongue out at him for teasing me for admiring his wrapping skills, and do just that.

I unwrap it to find Perfect Chemistry By Simone Elkeles. ‘I didn’t know what you liked, fantasy romance or some other shit so I thought I just get you this one. It seemed…. Appropriate’ Sam quickly rushes and I shake my head at him. ‘Plus Adam says his cousins are like… madly in love with the male characters soooo….’ He adds, briefly nibbling on his bottom lip before he stops himself.

I look up to see Sam’s anxious face before he composes himself for me and smiles. ‘Sam it’s fine… stop being so nervous! I needed a new book to stick my nose in’. He lets out his breath with extreme exaggeration. ‘Oh good!’ he says sarcastically. ‘I would hit you right now, but I can’t’ I pout and he laughs loudly. ‘Yes!’ he says pulling back his elbow with his hand in a fist.

‘Hey!’ I shout.

‘Ahah, you don’t punch that hard anyway’. He shrugs and starts looking around the room like he was blind to see my death stare, faking interest in my howling wolf canvas on the wall. Most likely not seeing I actually painted it myself. It’s just one of those things you do when you get the urge… and energy.

‘Yes I do punch hard’ I defend. ‘No you don’t’. He answers too simply for my liking, as I have an urge to cross my arms. ‘I can’.

Sam walks over to me standing right by my bed and looks down on me. ‘Hit me’. It’s pretty stupid to think this but, just the way he said it made me shiver internally. I bite my lip. I couldn’t help it okay?

‘You know I can’t, at this moment’ I emphasize. He smiles down at me with his white teeth shining and says ‘I know’ kneeling down.

‘You know I do have a chair right behind you that you can sit on…’ I note, ‘Because that’s what chairs are for…’ lifting my eyebrows. He shrugs again and places his forearms on my bed and places his chin on them.

He looked comfortable. Probably the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him be before…

Was this a piece of the difference I was looking for?

‘What were you working on, before I seemed to appear’ he jokes, nodding over to my notebook on my legs on my quilt. ‘Ahh.. just sketches’ I reply simply. ‘Can I see them?’ he asks after a few moments, before looking up at me his head still resting on his arms. I smile because I couldn’t help it when he looked at me like that. ‘They aren’t that good, I’m no expert... but, ah..’ I stop before I reach it to hand it over. ‘Not all of them are finished… so, don’t expect too much’ I add before giving him it.

‘Your Emily… you’re good at everything’.

‘Pfft. Doesn’t work on me…’ I reply. ‘What doesn’t?’ he asks me making eye contact. I shake my head and simply smile. ‘What doesn’t work on you?’ he persists.

‘Nothing…’ I reply, fear seeping into my hands making them knot together. I think he senses it because he stops and lays my notebook back down. Without looking in it.

For a moment I’m insulted but then I stop myself from going any more and figure he didn’t want to push me any longer, or making me uncomfortable. But that was only a theory. Maybe he just couldn’t be stuffed to look at me work…

‘So..’ I fill in the silence, I wanted this to continue for a bit longer.. ‘How’s cage fighting going?’. Noted. I sucked at conversation savers. ‘Any recent clashes?’. Shut up Emily before you want to be sucked into a dark hole by a monster from embarrassment.

‘Hah umm.. Not really’.

‘Any coming up?’.

‘Nope’.

‘Sam!’.

‘What?’ he asks me chuckling. ‘I’m trying to start a conversation with you and you wo’t even give me a real answer’ I explain, shaking my head again. ‘Were you born to just shake your head at me all the time?’. I laugh brightly. ‘Yep, you’re such a disappointment Sam’ I sarcastically winking.

‘Thanks, I like you too’.

You know the moment right after you’ve really good naturedly laughed with someone and you find yourself smiling at each other, staring in each other’s eyes?

Well…..

CHAPTER 16 COMING NEXT.

Stay tuned for lies, drama and shock. Chpts. 16/17/18