𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 | 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙗𝙮

two

"okay sam, hand me the flour," colby said without looking up from the mixing bowl. sam thought it was kind of cute how focused he was on making the cake perfect.

"here," sam handed him the flour, "are you sure that's right?"

"of course sam, I am a master chef."

sam playfully rolled his eyes, "did you add the egg yet?"

"god dangit," colby grunted.

"hey, thats my line mister!" sam pointed in colby's face with a giggle.

"oh yeah? you wanna fight for it then?" colby teased, laughing as he pretended to buff his chest.

sam saw this as the perfect opportunity. he grabbed a fistful of flour and slung it all over colby's face.

"okay that's it, you've had it samuel!" sam laughed at his taunt, only to get a mouthfull of flour in return.

they continued to throw the flour all over eachother until colby decided to just grab the whole bowl and dump it on top of sam, making the biggest mess of all messes.

sam launched himself at colby in attempt to tackle him, only to be stopped by colby's firm chest.

he smelt like musk and cinnamon, a perfect, sweet mixture of his cologne and all the baking ingredients of their unfinished cake. sam found himself unable to move, somewhat enjoying being this close to colby. it made him feel safe.

the two stood their awkwardly chest to chest for a a couple more seconds, before colby cleared his throat and stepped away, making sam rub the back of his neck and stare at the flour cover kitchen tiles.

"you should probably get lucie, might get sick after eating all that flour..." colby said, motioning to the fluffy white dog licking at the floor, almost blending with the substance.

"yeah true," sam went to lucie, but stopped to turn back to colby once more.

"i- i'm-"

"i'll just uh," he coughed, "i'll edit that out.."

"yeah..." sam muttered, scratching his head. "okay."

they finished the video a little more awkwardly than planned. the cake turned out pretty grossing looking, considering they had basically no flour left, but it honestly didn't look that bad. plus what's better click bait than a food fight?

colby put up his equipment while sam cleaned up their mess they made, knowing someone was going to have to do it.

after everything was clean and put away, colby suggested they go to lunch.

this wasn't an unusual thing. sam and colby always got lunch together, it almost seemed as colby was using it as an excuse not to talk to sam about what happened in the kitchen.

"how's tender greens?" colby suggested as usual.

"sounds good, is it okay if I leave lucie here?" sam asked colby with hopeful eyes.

"as long as she doesnt break anything."

"she would never!" sam scoffed. "lucie is perfect. isn't that right girl?" sam said in a baby voice, ruffling the fur behind her ears.

"I hope you're right."

they went the whole rest of the day without either of them mentioning the kitchen incident, the both of them avoiding the topic at all costs.

it was later in the evening when colby decided he was gonna throw a small party. small meaning very little guests and very little alcohol.

neither of which colby ended up not following through with. he was laughing and dancing around with he and sam's friends, corey, jake, aaron, and a bunch of other people. this type of environment was not for sam, so he sat quietly with his one red solo cup and lucie curled up in his lap.

"sam, come- come dance with, me sam." colby slurred, reaching for sam's hands and tugging him out of his seat.

"no colby I can't dance, you know this." sam said sternly.

"okay but-" colby stopped in the middle of his sentence as the two boys heard the song change to a slower ballad.

"okay now you haaveee to dance with me." colby ordered, this time successfully pulling sam up from his seat.

"but colby, this is a slow song," colby frowned, feeling uncomfortable in a room full of people.

"here," colby said adjusting sam's arms around his neck, then grabbing him by his waist, pulling sam closer to him.

sam got butterflies at the feeling of colby's hands around his waist. it was an unfamiliar feeling that made him tense up.

colby caught on to this, pulling him closer so they were chest to chest. they looked into each other's ocean blue eyes, neither of them able to break the eye contact. sam finally started feeling more comfortable and was just about to lay his head on colby's shoulder until a girl, who's name sam remember being shea, pushed sam out of colby arms and started slow dancing with colby, replacing him.

the feeling of replacement is something sam wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. it was a feeling of unworthiness and abandonment. and when it was happening right in front of sam, it tore him up even more.

sam grabbed all his belongings, including his dog, and raced out of the nightclub-like party, it taking everything within him not let a tear slip from his face.

little did sam know, after colby's drunk mind processed what had happened, he ran out of his apartment to be met with only two empty hallways.

it was too late.