Lucky In Love- A Sam and Luna Fanfic

Lucky In Love- Story 1, Chapter 1

LUNA'S POV

Confusion. More than anything right now, all I can comprehend is the confusion I've felt, the confusion that I'm feeling now. My sexuality, future, interests... just to name a few.

I strum a note on my guitar. Nothing fancy. A deep monotone, like that of a male voice, emits from the instrument mournfully. The note lingers, and I hear Luan from the neighboring bedroom, getting a good laugh out of Lana. A small smile tugs at my lips. I remember the days when I was younger, when everything seemed foreign to me...yet in a good way. Then, I hadn't experienced the pain of living...period! I sigh a little too dramatically, placing my beloved guitar beside me. "Luna," I breathe to myself. "You're on the highway to hell."

Slouching, I glance outside my bedroom window, watching as dad attempts to remove the junk that has managed to collect on our roof. A collection of frisbees, boomerangs, and baseball bats; the majority due to Lynn's competitive and rowdy behavior. "Honey!" The startled and fearful sound of my father's voice snaps me back to consciousness. Teetering on the edge of the ladder, flapping his arms dramatically like a restless bird mid-flight, dad falls, managing to take a chunk of shingle down with him. I wince as he hits the ground with a sickening thud. I consider rushing to his aid, just before a strangled "I'm alright" drifts through the open window.

Sighing with relief, I return to my bean bag chair. I lift up my electric guitar, fiddling with the tuning knobs, all the while praying that I don't snap another string.

Just as I begin to test it, a faint knock is heard on the other end of my bedroom door. Before I've even risen from my chair, I'm considering who it could be. Just the thought of any of my ten siblings knocking before entering gives me the creeps. Except maybe Lisa... or Lori? I make my way towards the door. What about Leni? She might... One step, two steps... my hand is on the doorknob. I twist and the door opens smoothly. I find myself face to face with...

My heart hammers as I gaze into her blue eyes. Her shoulder length blonde hair--with the prettiest streak of blue--captivates me. She smiles gently, and I feel my body temperature rise. It's early March, and I know that the intense heat is not the fault of nature. "Sam..." is all I can manage without stuttering like a maniac. "I had no idea you were coming; I would have-" Sam laughs lightly, a tinkling melody like the chiming of a lily of the valley. "Oh, Luna, " she blushes, not removing her eyes off of mine. "No need to stress. I heard word from Lori and Leni that you had fallen into this kinda... depression, and I wanted to check in on you." I sense Sam inching towards me, yet I don't push back. Her eyes, filled with concern, regard me seriously. Her hand lands gently on my arm to provide comfort. I exhale, finally finding myself at ease.

It's now been almost a week since anyone has said more than the same four words to me ("are you alright, Luna?"). The same 4-5 days with which nothing eventful happened. When panic attacks would plague me practically every day. And the confusion! The absolute confusion...

"Thanks for checking in, Sam; I really appreciate it," I say, genuinely meaning it. "Anytime Luna, anytime," Sam replies. She then reaches into her bag, retrieving a collection of messy books and paper. "Sorry about the mess," she says, handing me the paperwork. "I almost missed the bus after school today." She chuckles. "Anyway, here's the homework and class notes from today." I riffle through the paperwork, smiling at Sam's neat and adorable handwriting. "Thanks, Sam," I say, actually glad to see someone's face. Being lonely hasn't helped with my depression.

We stand there in silence for a couple seconds, smiling and enjoying each other's company. That silence is broken once Sam sighs with disappointment.

"I-I should probably go home. My mom doesn't like it when I'm late for dinner." My smile falters, and I glance down towards the floor. "Y-Yeah, I guess you're right..." I stutter, wishing I could spend more time with Sam. Wishing I could hear more of her voice, talk to her... hold her, confess my love to her. But I couldn't. I can't. There's one question that lingers in the back of my mind: what if she doesn't like me back?