Legend (Rafe Adler fanfic)

Trust me

1988

"You got a name?" Sam smiled slyly seeing my unpleasant reaction to him calling me blondie. I took my time getting off the bike feeling slightly uncomfortable, Sam's eyes watching my every move. I decided to try and put on a tough persona just to make sure the boys wouldn't try anything.

"First off...don't call me blondie." Both the boys had visible shock on their faces. I quickly crossed my arms. "And my name's Mya. Mya Kinsley." My voice was noticeably shaking and I mentally scolded myself.

Sam could see right through my bullshit. His look of shock slowly turned into a satisfied grin. "Ah now that name is gonna be a problem..." He started being interrupted by Nathan letting out a snort from behind me. After embarrassment took over I quickly dropped my tough girl act.

"Nathan and I are from the orphanage downtown..." he paused looking for my reaction but I simply nodded. "And uh there was this nun. We called her Sister Mya... she was a lot sometimes." Sam slowly crossed his arms as he leaned against his bike, quickly smiling down at his shoes.

"This one time she caught Sam sneaking off to the girls building-" Nathan chirped, eager to tell the story. Sam was quick to stop him, "Let's save that for another time, little man." Sam seemed ready to switch the topic.

"How 'bout I call you M? I mean it just..." his eyes quickly met mine as his tongue brushed over his bottom lip "...it rolls off the tongue easier." I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks realizing I was now dealing with a flirt. My eyes looked over the features that obviously allowed him to have this confidence. I couldn't help but notice the way the city lights accentuated his cheekbones, the way his hair was slightly messy from the motorcycle ride, the way he held his eye contact so intensely...

"So I'm just gonna take that as a yes?" He chuckled repositioning himself on the bike satisfied with the reactions he was getting from me.

"Oh yes um sure." My eyes darted away to Nathan but he too was looking at me. We shared a split second of eye contact as my eyes once again shifted but to the ground.

"Since we're on the topic of names," Sam got up from the bike, Nathan close behind him. He stopped just in front of me putting out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Samuel and this is my younger, less attractive brother, Nate." Nathan quickly jabbed his brother in the hip as Sam pulled his hand back almost as a reflex ready to hit Nathan.

"What he meant to say is I am the more intelligent, muscular, and charismatic brother." Nathan quickly replaced Sam's hand with his, obviously happy with his ego lifting comment. I couldn't help but laugh at their relationship wishing for a moment that I had a sibling of my own. "Is Nate a nickname?" I asked gently shaking his hand deliberately ignoring Sam who was now standing there silent. Nathan confidently nodded with his brother watching him closely. They shared an intense stare before Sam leaned back in.

"Anyways," Sam said sharply. "As I was saying I'm Samuel." He once again put out his hand but as I took it he gently pulled me a little closer. "But you can call me Sam."

"Get a room." Nathan scoffed just loud enough for us to hear. As quickly as a laugh escaped my lips Sam flicked Nathan's ear causing full out war to break out between the two. I stood there watching them run around for what seemed like forever. They acted as if they hadn't seen each other for years.

As the action died down Sam put an arm over Nate practically dragging him to the end of the little parking lot. It took a moment for me to realize that the concrete hung over the river just enough for someone to sit on and maybe dangle their feet a little bit. As Nathan broke free from his brother's grip he motioned for me to come sit by them and without hesitation I did. Though in the back of my mind I was still hoping they weren't up to no good.