Trap House Imagines

Candy Isle - Sam Golbach

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Summary; "Can you do a Sam imagine based on the tweet "when I was 7 I had a crush on a girl in my class and didn't know how to deal with it so I wrote her a letter that just said "get out of my school"? Maybe they meet again when he and Colby visit their family in Kansas and he doesn't think she remembers cus it was so long ago but he's WRONG."

Warnings; swearing.

Word Count; 1,171 words

Pronouns; Female

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Once upon a time, when you were just a little girl, you thought that moving to Kansas would be the most exciting thing in your life. Your parents had just moved there to get some new roots, and you thought of how many friends you'd be making.

Much better, new friends.

What you didn't know, was that second grade would be the worst year for you, simply because of the note you'd gotten one day. Placed inside of your backpack neatly. And you didn't even realize it was in there, until one day after school.

You were going through what you had done that day with your parent, looking for any homework that might've been assigned, when they pulled out the paper with the sloppy writing.

It was written in blue crayon, apparently the person hadn't been bothered to use an actual pencil, maybe then you would've been able to decipher the writing a little better. But you leaned around you parent, staring at the letter with squinted eyes, until it all came clear to you.

'Get out of my school'.

It was written pretty plainly in large letters, displaying the small threat. Your parent wasn't happy, and asked you if you knew who'd done in. And you didn't, because you knew just about no one just yet, and there wasn't any reason for you to have been making enemies at the time.

Of course, your parents launched a full-on investigation on who it could be, bringing it to the school's principal, who brought it to the teacher. And she had a very thorough talk with the class, until the little blonde boy that you thought was nice when you'd first met him, finally gave himself away.

Not only was it a shock to you, because you had gotten along with him quite well, and thought that he had to have been the nicest in the classroom. It also came as a shock to your teacher, and later his parents.

This once supposedly good, and polite child had now given a vague threat to another kid in his class.

You were moved schools again, and a part of you was sad, because you'd already met quite a few people. And you'd formed friendships with them, even if it was only for a couple of days. To be moved for a second time in the same month had you down in the dumps.

It picked up fast after that though, and soon enough you'd grown up in Kansas. You wish you could say that you got over the statement, but it was the first real thing that was mean that had been said to you. It stuck to you like glue, but it wasn't like a bad chip on your shoulder. It was just a reminder that some of the nicest kids could be the worst.

In a lot of ways, that managed to save you throughout your school years. The blonde boy in your classroom in second grade had managed to save you from a lot of trouble. And it's not like it was a once or twice sort-of saving. His words resurfaced, and you'd just steer clear.

That blonde had taught you a lot more than your parents had taught you. Whatever his name is managed to give you one of the most important lessons of all; that not everything is true to its appearance.

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Sam, on the complete opposite hand, had felt guilt for the rest of his school years. And ended up vowing to never to pull an act like that again. Which was good on him, because it worked out for him too. This time, he used a lot more kindness and was careful with his words.

But every time you came up in his mind, he'd always want to apologize again and again. If only he could see how you were now, if you were thriving and not in a shithole like he expected you to be.

Sam recognized what he said could be considered bullying, and the older he got, the more it dawned on him that what he said was awful. All Sam really wants anymore, is to say sorry, and for him to know that you're doing fine.

Coincidentally, that's what would end up happening.

It was a perfect opportunity for the universe to shove you and him together. As you were out for lunch with a couple of friends, and he'd just came back home to visit family for a while, with his best friend. Colby.

When Colby had asked him to go out and buy something for them, Sam agreed and said he'd be back soon. While at that same moment, you were heading down to the same store to grab something for one of your own friends.

Two magnets that had once pushed each other apart, were now drawn together again.

As you start to browse the candy isle, Sam stumbles in as well, nearly knocking into you.

Colby began to complain about how long Sam was taking with the store. And even though normally Sam would humor him by taking his sweet time even more, he understood that Colby didn't necessarily have the patience for the jokes.

Hence why he was running down the store in the first place.

"My bad, sorry," Sam apologizes, you smile at him.

"You're fine," you go over to pick up a bag of M&M's, looking over them to make sure that they're the right kind that your friend wants, "A little excited for some candy is all, right?"

You turn to look at him with a smile, and just when Sam's about to agree, he squints at you, "Yeah, do I know you from somewhere?"

Your confused expression makes him backpedal slightly, "I don't think so..."

"I'm Sam, Sam Golbach," he offers his hand, and now it's your turn to stop.

"Oh my god, you've got to be kidding me," you say, taking a step back from him.

A name you could never forget, the little blonde boy that had shoved that note into your backpack when you were merely seven, stands in front of you once again. Reunited.

Sam's hand drops, "What?"

"It's me, (Y/n)," you cross your arms and he winces.

"Oh,"

"Nice love letter you left me," you say, starting to march off to buy your sugar.

Sam grabs the bag of Twix, before he heads after you, "I'm reallysorry, I didn't—at the time I didn't know how to react,"

"What do you mean? Reacting to the new girl at your school is hard?" You scoff, and he shakes his head.

"No, I uh—I had a crush on you," he laughs nervously, and you turn to him with wide eyes.

"You're kidding,"

"Not at all," he looks down at his phone when he sees that it's buzzing, Colby's icon showing up which makes him groan slightly, "Hey, I've got to go, but do you want to talk sometime?"

You crack a smile, "Still have that crush?"