Warped Petals (Sam-I-Am x Guy-Am-I)

Chapter 2

We walked in silence, the only noises coming from the trees and our feet. I glance down at Sam who still seems to be lost within his mind, his arms wrapped tightly over his chest. I choose to not say anything, but the silence makes me worry.

The thought of Sam seeing the inside of my house makes my heart race. I don't understand why, there's nothing in there that would make him upset, although until recent I've noticed that he becomes more reserved around Michellee, he becomes sad.

I look down at Sam once more as I open the door, letting him go in first, following behind and closing the door once inside. His gaze is attracted to some of the various paintings hung up on the walls of the entryway, some of which had been painted by Michellee. I follow him as he walks into the living room, standing next to him as he sits on the couch.

"You have a lovely home." Sam says, making my face heat up.

"Th-thank you," I start, looking at the embroidered pillow that had now been hugged to his chest. "Do you want anything to eat? I assume you're hungry."

He nods, looking up to me with his innocent, pain-filled eyes.

"I'll heat up the leftovers for you, though I doubt you mind eating them cold," I chuckle, rubbing his shoulder gently.

I get a small smile in return, "You really don't have to do this, Guy," He says softly, placing his own hand atop mine, sending a shock through my arm at the touch. "Thank you."

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I set the plate down in the sink, feeling content with the meal that now settled my stomach. I turn to look at some of the pictures on Guy's fridge. I smile at the pictures of me up there, along with the ones of E.B, who was practically Guy's daughter at this point. I tried to keep my gaze away from the photos of Michellee, but my eyes seem to have found their way back to the brunette's smile. I get lost in my thoughts, I fade from reality into the only place that makes me uneasy in my mind. It's filled with memories of not only Guy, but also of Michellee, both of them together in all of them. She engulfs my head, I want out, I want to forget I ever gained feelings for Guy, to let him be happy with her, but it's painful to think that the man who made you feel wanted is slowly drifting away.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel a hand on my shoulder, bringing me to stare back into the worried face before me.

"You okay there, Sam? You seem to be in your head a lot today, is something wrong?"

I stare at him, taking in every ounce of his features, then shake my head gently, receiving a sigh in return.

"I think I just need to rest," I whisper as Guy stands up, placing his hand on my back as he follows me over to the couch, causing me to shiver at the soft touch.

He reaches out over the couch as I sit down and pulls out a blanket, draping the soft fabric detailed with roses over me when I lay down.

I sigh and look up at him, smiling weakly, "Thank you again, Guy. I don't know what I would do without you in my life," I mumble, drifting off to sleep.

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I feel my face get hot from the sentence Sam said. I don't understand why these things are happening to me, I just... feel warm around him. I observe the features of my friend in front of me, I couldn't possibly have fallen in love with Sam, right? It's not right, I couldn't do that to Michellee, I couldn't imagine the heartbreak she would go through.

I stand up with a sigh, leaving a note for Sam on the coffee table in front of him in case he forgot I was leaving to go shopping.

I close the door behind me quietly as to not wake my friend, then begin walking to the mall. The entire time I'm in my head, thinking about my relationship with Sam. I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about being with him before. However, that was before I had gotten together with Michellee, but the thoughts never left my head. They were always there, I just didn't want to regard them.

I try to block out my thoughts as I approach the brown-haired woman sitting in front of me, but they stay in the back of my mind, making me anxious. Michellee looks up at me and smiles, and pulls me in for a hug and a light kiss on my lips as she stands, making me smile awkwardly.

"Hi," I say, rubbing her arm gently.

"You look nice today," she says, taking my hand in her own as we start walking into a clothing store.

I wander over to a section with dresses, looking at a long, off the shoulders, light blue one detailed with red and purple roses along with peonies scattered along the bottom of the skirt. I would be lying if I said it wasn't for Sam.

A voice next to me makes me jump, resulting in a light giggle, "I don't think E.B. would wear that," Michellee says, taking some of the fabric in her hands.

"It's not for E.B," I start, lifting the dress off of its rack. "I figured I would get something for Sam, and seeing as how he likes to wear dresses..." I shrug, looking at the slight smile on her face.

"How is Sam doing? I meant to ask earlier but forgot," she says, looking at the other dresses.

"Could be better. He's been having nightmares lately, so he couldn't sleep. I went to breakfast with him earlier, and he never really focused, he was in his head a lot. Then he broke down crying and I decided to let him stay at my house for the night, just so he could get some sleep."

She nods, pulling out a warm purple dress and holding it up in front of herself so she can see it in the mirror, "That's very kind of you, dear. You're a good friend," Michellee smiles.

I can't wrap my head around why the word "friend" makes me cringe, it never did before, but it's only when it's directed toward Sam. I feel like I'm split between two worlds- between two people. How do I know I'm in love again with someone other than the one I meant to spend my life with?

When I get home, the sun has already started to set. I open the door and place my keys on their hook, pushing the door closed with my foot. I wander into the living room, turning on a lamp that stands next to the couch, and look down at the still sleeping figure cuddled up in the blanket.

Sam looks so comfy, so at ease, almost like nothing ever happened. I almost wanted to crawl in next to him, to hold him. But I doubt he'd feel the same way I am, the same unexpected want, the same passion to hold him close. I couldn't block out the signs anymore that were so apparent from the start. All the hours of wondering whether or not he would feel something as well, the pull that was so strong, it was almost as if a string were holding us together, keeping us connected.

I admit it in my head, hoping that the words never let themselves known.

I am in love with Sam-I-Am.