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

Chapter 5

I'm jolted awake, yet I don't know why. The warm presence that Sam had given me was now gone, leaving me alone with only my thoughts. I sit up and look out the windows behind me, realizing that I slept all night. The same blue that always fills the sky leaving behind the darker shade of the night.

I push myself off of the couch and stretch, looking back towards the front door.

Could he have left? I wonder, noticing that the bathroom door is cracked open, the lights from inside seeping out.

I walk over to the bathroom, knocking before going in, and find nothing except for the dress I had gotten Sam lying sprawled out on the cool tiles. I pick it up, wondering why he left it there.

He hated it, I tell myself. He hated it and now he hates you. You were a fool to have gotten him a dress, of course he hated it. He was just sparing your feelings.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a knocking at my door, still grabbing hold of the fabric. I leave my bathroom and open the door, looking down at the panting man in front of me.

"Sam?" I say as he walks in, his hand coming up to rub my arm.

"Sorry, I wanted to go for a jog," Sam replies with a smile, looking down at the dress that was still in my hands.

"Are you feeling okay? You look off, Sam..."

He waves his hand in reply, walking towards the couch, "You worry too much, babe. Relax."

Babe? I think, feeling my face heat up slightly. I close the door gently, watching him sit down with a sigh.

"Besides, it's not like I went missing or anything," He says with a smirk, looking over his shoulder at me.

I look into his eyes, the same eyes that were so full of pain and love before, and see nothing but mischief and secrets.

What happened to him? What did he get into? What happened to my Sam?

I walk over to the couch and sit down next to Sam, folding the cluster of purple fabric carefully. I try to calm myself, but my nerves continue to riot, telling me that something is incredibly wrong, but what? I place the dress onto the coffee table as I feel my stomach growl.

I get up off the couch and enter the kitchen, hearing the light tapping of feet behind me. As I open the door to the fridge, I feel a hand rest on my back, making me turn and look at Sam.

"I'll cook for you, Guy," He says, pulling me away from the fridge, his eyes wide with more exhilaration than ever. "You do so much for me, just let me do something for you this one time."

I try to reply, but Sam speeds over to the refrigerator before I get the chance.

"Just sit back and relax, Guy. It's only 6 in the morning, after all. I assume you're tired."

His voice was so light and wispy, like last night never even existed. All of my worries come flooding back into my mind, Is this even the Sam that I know and love?

I sit down at the round dining table in the kitchen, as thoughts continue to swirl through my mind like a tornado or hurricane. It was wrong of me to disregard my relationship with Michellee, just because of a few instances with Sam. I rest my head in my arms, trying to drown out the thoughts with the lingering need to sleep.

Just as I feel my eyes grow heavy, a plate of food is set down in front of me.

"I was thinking I could show you a place later today, I go there from time to time just to explore or think about things," Sam says, sitting down across from me. "It's the old abandoned hotel on Birchberry Drive,"