Not Even in My Dreams; c.m.k

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

It had been a few days since Kevin had heard from Sammie. He was worried that he may never hear from the boy again, he was intrigued by him the thought of never talking again almost hurt. However Kevin also didn't want to be a bother, so he wasn't messaging first, or even trying to call Sammie... he just re-isolated himself pretending like it wasn't that big of a deal to do so.

However he got lonely again, this time the feeling caught up to him faster... its not like he didn't have friends to talk to but messaging on discord or recording together did little to help the feeling. At least it distracted him that was worth something.

Kevin was in his recording room, filming a video, when his phone pinged!

"See I told you guys I have friends" Kevin joked grabbing his phone to turn the sound off, he saw the notification he got was from Sammie, he restrained himself from reading it "We are messaging you to inform you about an over draw- you know what its not important" he gave fake nervous laugh putting his phone down.

Once he was finished filming he grabbed his phone and went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. He unlocked his phone, excited to see what Sammie had messaged him.

Sorry about the random lack of contact, my boss has been riding me harder then usual. But the projects finally done and out of my hands. Good thing too! I was one mental break down away from killing all of my coworkers.

Well can't say I didn't miss you... I'm happy to see your work didn't kill you!

Kevin found himself typing, deleting and retyping the message he sent, it still sounded awkward, almost like his awkwardness somehow was seeping through the keyboard to Sammies phone. Yet Sammie seems to ignore it - or maybe its all in Kevins head, and the text actually felt natural.

They make up for lost time, texting most of the day while Kevin was editing and going about his day. As the days went on Kevin and Sammie had pretty regular conversation with each other, from the moment the other got up, til the first one went to bed. Kevin didn't feel so lonely talking with Sammie this much, he didn't know what it was about this boy... but he wasn't going to question it if it worked.

Hey! Lets do something this Saturday!

Kevin couldn't help the smile that broke across his face, he really wanted to see Sammie again if the boy would allow, he was glad he wasn't the one to ask though.

Sure but what do you wanna do?

Idk... Movies? or maybe we stay in and you can make me watch whatever movie you want to :p

ooo tempting! Okay come to my house then, but one rule, you can complain about what I make you watch!

Fuck, hard rule! Better be a good movie then!

Come around 7!

Its a date!
Erm... a friend date!

Kevin stared at that last two message bubbles from Sam... a date? The thought gave him butterfly's, caused his cheeks to warm. He had never thought about dating a guy... or anyone at the moment but... Sammie made it feel easy. He hesitated before messaging back. A slight wave a nausea over comming him as he sent the text.

Would it be so wrong if it was a date?

Thats up to you Kevo, I told you before that I'm cool either way.

Lets see how it goes, then I'll decide if i want to call it a date or not...

Whatever you say boss!

The nausea wore away only to be replaced with paranoia. What if Sam didn't like him? What if Sammie doesn't care because he doesn't find him cute? Or maybe he hates Kevin and he simply to pity on how pathetic he was after running into him?

You'd tell me if you didn't like me right? Like you'd be straight with me?

Kevin I have never been straight with anyone and I don't plan on starting now!
I don't know what lies are swimming around in that brain of yours, but if I didn't want to be around you, we wouldn't be messaging right now.

Though the knot in his stomach was still there he did calm down a little. He sat down at his desk and ran both hands through his hair.

"Feck" he mumbled softly to himself, before starting back on editing the video. He had stuff to get done, he could deal with complex feeling later... maybe... if he felt like opening that can of screwed tight, nailed in worms.