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Chapter 7

Sam

I woke up feeling better than I'd been since the fire. Being away from the thick waves of sympathy Dean gave off the suffocating air of depression that hung heavily in my room helped me actually breath. I woke up and felt the air fill my lungs and tickle the thin blonde hairs above my lip.

I rolled over on the double bed and watched Ruby as she still slept soundly white marks only just visible trailed from her eyes down to her chin. I supposed I likely looked similar.

We'd spent last night talking, she had only become friends after I'd spoken to Jess. They were an unlikely pair and only became friends because of me. We talked about what Ruby remembered of Jess before I came, it wasn't much but it was enough. I'd even told Ruby about a friend I had a few Schools ago back when I was around ten, how he'd commit suicide a few weeks after I left, I had cried explaining that I felt every close friend I made died. She then assured me that she didn't plan on dying until she could move away from her parents and suffer an epic overdose. We ended up laughing and smiling and as I lay beside her rubbing sleep from my eyes I felt the worst was over.

"Morning" she pulled me from my thoughts as she stretched and smiled over to me. I found myself smiling back, my cheeks aching from going two weeks with no use to an entire night of it.

"You look weird with the tear marks" she raised an eyebrow and traced my cheek with her finger.

"As do you" I replied doing the same. Then suddenly, unprovoked, her hand had flattened against my cheek and she leant forward her lips against mine. We'd shared a bed because I wasn't her type and she wasn't my soulmate so it didn't feel like anything other than two friends sharing a bed, with a touching of mourning of course. But now she had her lips on mine and I was still tired but I felt so good about finally feeling better and I couldn't help but feel this was a type of celebratory thing as I put my hand that was on her cheek under the covers onto her hip and kissed her back. I could taste the salt from last nights tears on her lips and I'm sure she could taste mine, especially when I felt her tongue slid across the seal. I felt my mouth involuntarily open to welcome her. It was an odd thing, having someone else's tongue in your mouth, especially when its a friend's and someone you've never seen in that way. But I found myself smiling through the kiss but then her hand moved into my hair and she tugged lightly and I felt myself groan, though it was luckily not loud enough for her to hear. Though in response to her tug my grip on her hip tightened and the moan from her throat I definitely heard. We pulled away then, both breathing heavier, pink dusting our cheeks. I cleared my throat and tried to ignore my slight arousal, if it had gone on any longer my crotch would have been hard to hide.

"Erm" I mumbled, trying to think of something to say, anything. I watched as her eyes went from my lips to my eyes then her mouth slowly spread into a large goofy grin and she began laughing. It was rare to see her laugh like this, in fact I couldn't remember another time that she had but it was contagious and it made her actually look our age if not a little younger. We both lay on our backs again and swayed as we laughed, choking on saliva, our eyes forming new tears. After we'd calmed down we sat up and cleaned up. 'How you kissed me when I looked like this I don't know' she had said once she'd caught herself in the mirror in her room. 'You kissed me, and honestly we look as bad as each other' I had replied from beside her staring at our reflections. I swallowed a lump as I thought back to the memory of Jess asking if I thought she was pretty.

I left at just passed eleven in the morning, walking the longer route as to avoid Jess' old road. I stopped in my tracks at the familiar truck sitting by the impala. For the first time since we'd moved here I walked cautiously to the front door and knocked.