The Trap House Imagines

Sam Golbach - Five Feet Apart (Inspired)

This imagine was inspired by the book Five Feet Apart by Rachael Lippincott with Mikki Daughtry and Tobias Iaconis :)
I'm pretty proud of this one :) enjoy!

| Sam's POV |
Six feet apart... at all times.
God, it kills me. I wish I could touch her and make her feel okay.
I have CF... cystic fibrosis. A deadly disease which involves the damaging of lungs due to built up mucus. It's a burden in my life. It never used to be... I just hoped that it would all be over soon and I would just die. But then I met Y/N... Y/N L/N. She is beautiful... the way her (hair length) (hair colour) hair fell around her perfectly rounded face. Her sparkly (eye colour) eyes danced with the stars in the night sky.
But...
She has CF also.
So in order to keep her alive... I must stay at least six feet apart from her at all times.

She's very serious about it... and I bet she feels great that she gets to stay away. She seems to hate me... a lot. I guess I can be a dick sometimes. I want to make it up to her.
I like to draw people into cartoons, I just like to draw in general. My hospital room so filled with various coloured pencils and lots of sketch books filled with old drawings.
I wanted to draw Y/N.
Draw her exact face to show her beauty that she does not see.
Thing is... we weren't exactly allowed out of the hospital rooms unless there were guests and stuff or we went to get food.
I'd have to sneak out.
I pack a little bag of mine full of my sketching pencils, coloured pencils and a sketch book of mine. I sling the bag over my shoulder and look out the door... the nurses weren't here.
Perfect.
Let's sneak out.

| Your POV |
I sit in the chair by the window. The snow floated onto the grass gracefully. I love watching snow high up... I just wish it wasn't a hospital room. But I don't mind. I have (best friend) here at this hospital... she was recently admitted due to some sort of illness. I can't remember what it was... regardless he/she/is back.
There was a quick and short knock at my door... must be Julie coming back to check up on me.
"It's open!" I call out. The door cracks and open and I see... Sam?!
"Woah woah woah!" I exclaim, backing up against my chair.
"Relax Y/N... I'm wearing everything possible so I won't spread the infection around." He says, raising his hands in defence. I let myself relax and sink back down into the chair.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, clearing my throat.
"Oh! Uh... I know I haven't been the best person recently so... I wanted to make it up to you." He smiles, revealing a sketch book and various lead pencils.
I scoff at him. "What? You gonna draw me or something? How do I know that you won't just make me look like crap in the drawing?"
"All you can do is trust me." He shrugs, shutting the door behind him. I had a think about it... if this is the way he wants to make it up to me then so be it.
"Fine... don't make me look stupid." I sigh.
"Really? Cool! Just stay there." He exclaims.

He starts setting up all of his art stuff on the table. He lays a towel on the chair and takes a seat, pencil in his right hand and his sketch book leaning against his knee.
"Just keep looking out the window." He smiles at me. I just nod and continue to look out the window, watching the snow flakes dance in the afternoon sky. I notice all the people at the little park/reserve across the road. A lot of kids ran around, I could imagine hearing them laugh. All those families having fun... it made me pretty sad but happy. As long as everyone else is stable and happy, I'm fine.
"Can you look at me?" He asks me politely. I turn around and look at him. He had his tongue sticking out while he was drawing... it was cute.
"(Eye colour) eyes, right?" He questions.
"Surprised you remembered." I chuckle.
"They're beautiful... that's why I remember them." He smiles at me. I blush and smile back at him.

"You're so beautiful. I wish I could touch you." He randomly says. It caught me by surprise... it was a very good surprise though.
"Shut up." I playfully scoff.
"I'm not joking. By the way I'm done." He informs me. I shift around in my chair so I was facing him. He pushes his hair out of his face and flips his book around.
There was a little me, sitting on a window sill, cherry blossoms falling in front of the window. I had rosy, pink cheeks and perfect (eye colour) eyes. It was a beautiful cartoon version of me. It was so adorable and so well drawn... I wish I could hug him.
"It's beautiful." I smile at him.
"Just capturing beauty." Sam cheekily smiles at me.
"I wish I could hug you... to say thank you!" I chuckle.
"For now I can blow you a kiss." He laughs at me, sending me a kiss my way. I pretend to catch it in my hand and put it on my heart. He giggles at me.
"I gotta go back to my room before I'm caught by Jules or Barb," He sighs. "Do you want me to hang up the drawing somewhere?"
"Put it beside the door." I say, chucking a thumb tack. He freaks out and makes it drop on the floor. "Could've killed me..." He mumbles. I laugh at him as he chuckles at himself, picking up the thumb tack off the floor. He pins the drawing against the wall. I smile at it... I could look at it for forever.
"I'll see you soon, Y/N." He blows me a kiss.
I pretend to catch it and place it on my cheek.
"Bye Sam." I say, blowing a kiss back.
He catches it as he leaves. A sudden wave of sadness hits me.

We can never touch. Six feet apart at all times. We couldn't ever be in a relationship.
Unless... we can push the boundaries...

What about five feet apart?
That can't hurt... right?

Part 2??