Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

Time

Samuel was an adorable sleeper. He snores, though not really in an annoying way. I couldn't help but stare at him when I woke up. He moved around a lot in his sleep and even talked. At one point he threw a weak punch at the air. What the fuck was he dreaming about?

Around 7:38 while I was on my phone Samuel snorted/choked on his own snore and it made the most hilarious sound I've ever heard. It resulted in me laughing on the ground while staring at his sleeping form. When I think of Samuel I can't help but imagine him as someone that sleeps like an angel but boy was I wrong. Only 20 minutes later he rolled over so violently he fell out of bed with a loud thud.

Once again I was bursting with laughter as he grumbled angrily to himself.

"You're a hilarious sleeper" I told him while he shot me a glare.

"Whatever" he mumbled. That only made me laugh harder. Samuel was by far one of the most amusing person I have ever met.

"It's embarrassing okay? I can't help what I do while I'm sleeping" he whined.

"I think it's cute" I said with a snort.

"It is most definitely not cute" he argued back.

"If we ever sleep together I'm tying your hands together, you become some sort of MIA fighter in your sleep" I said while holding back laughter.

"That sounds sorta kinky if you ask me" he says looking awfully amused.

"What you don't like kinky shit?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm a virgin remember" he said.

"Oh yeah you wouldn't know what kinky shit was even if it slapped you on the ass" I joked. He shook his disapprovingly at my vulgar language. I coulda sworn I've said worse.

"Your such a prude" I said with a groan.

I was met with silence.

I glanced over at Samuel to find him scowling at his lap. I froze immediately. Did I offend him? Does it bother him that he's a virgin? Oh crap what do I say?

"Uh you okay?" I asked unsure. More silence.

"Yeah. Does it bother you that I'm a prude?" He asked. Okay now I was confused. Why would it bother me anyway? I found it kinda hot. But I can't tell him that.

"Uh no" I said. He stared at me for a moment.

"Liar" he grumbled before standing up and heading to the bathroom. Did it really offend him that much? Who knew Samuel was so sensitive. He's always been so...I don't know...strong? I've never seen him angry, or offended. Okay well maybe I did a little when Jackson and the team was messing with him, but it was never aimed towards me.

God I feel bad now. And why did he think I was lying?

When he entered he seemed refreshed and ready for the day.

"Why does it matter what I think anyway?" I couldn't help but ask. He froze. He looked like a deer in headlights and watched me intently.

"B-Because your my friend, what other reason could there possibly be?" he said with a little stutter. Wow I was just friend-zoned hard.

"Okay" was all I said.

"Let's head back to New York" he said before getting his phone and making his bed. I just nodded stiffly. The atmosphere was definitely more tense now.

We made our way downstairs and I paid for breakfast. Samuel had tried to argue with me about it but I assured him that I should pay since I dragged him all the way to New Jersey just to visit a grave.

"Anytime" He had said in response.

I made my way up to the desk and checked us out of our room. Mellie or Martha whatever her name was smiled at me whilst sliding over a piece of paper. I stared at it for a little longer than necessary.

"It's my number" she says before laughing softly.

"Sorry your name was um..." my voice trailed off. Her smile dropped for a moment before coming back.

"Megan" she said. I nodded and grabbed the piece of paper hesitantly and shoved it in my pocket.

"So your in a bad mood" she states amused.

"Not really" I say with a shrug.

"That's what someone that is in a bad mood would say" she says. I just scoff and she laughs softly.

"Alright well I gotta go" I tell her before turning away.

"See ya!" She says. I wave goodbye lamely before heading outside alongside with Samuel.

"Ready to go home? Or did you want to stop to see Corey again?" He asks.

"Home" I say. He nods and we head to my car. As we walk I keep thinking about the conversation we had in the room. He really seems to care about what I think.

I feel a surge of anger inside of me. I hate to think that he feels ashamed or insecure around me. I hate it. Samuel has this magical way of making me feel comfortable and safe. Like I have nothing to be insecure about. Yet I don't do that for him, for him I'm just another person he needs to hide his feelings from.

I grip his arm right before he opens the door. He looks back at me warily.

"What is it?" He asks confused.

"I'm not a liar. I'm being honest man, I don't care if you're a fucking virgin or not okay? I wouldn't even care if you were some sort of crazy dude addicted crack and had sex with dogs okay? No matter what your my friend and I like you for you I don't care if your willy has seen the inside of an ass or not" I say in a rush. Throughout my speech his face morphs from confused to mortified to confused again.

The silence drags on for a few seconds before an abrupt laugh bursts from his math.

"My willy? Do call all your mates dicks willy's?" He asks in between laughter.

"No!" I protest. But this only makes him laugh harder.

"Oh so I'm special enough to the point where my dick is given the title of willy?" He jokes.

"Look man I was just concerned. I don't want you to think that I'm judging you or whatever" I grumble before going over to the drivers seat. He plops down into the passenger seat and shoots me a lopsided grin.

"Thanks for that, and don't call me man it reminds me of a hipster surfer boy and honestly I can't handle that" he says.

"Deal" I say.

I'm embarrassed by how sad I am that our little trip is ending soon.

I want more time with him. I want all the time in the world.