Am I The Only One?

What Just Happened?

*BANG*

Sam shot up in bed, brown locks tussled from sleep, and blinked away sleep as he listened to the crashes coming from the kitchen area. 3:24AM blared at him in illuminated lettering as he grumbled quietly to himself.

"Damn it, can't robbers have better timing," he mumbled, dragging himself out of bed and grasping the baseball bat he always kept nearby. Not bothering with socks, Sam began navigating his way towards the loud sounds. As he neared the kitchen, Sam could hear strains of music being sung. Running a hand over his face in annoyance, he held the bat up and strode into the kitchen. His steps faltered as his blue eyes rested on the scene in front of him. Another man was frozen mid-dance move staring awkwardly at him.

"......... You are not supposed to be here," the man said slowly, as if trying to make sense of it himself. Blinking a few times and switching his grip on the bat, Sam stared back.

With a slight tilt of his head, Sam spoke up, "Yeah, well, flight was earlier than expected." The frozen figure stared, and Sam glanced him up and down, raising his eyebrow a fraction. Eyes lingering for a moment on the man's odd clothing and ancient tape player, Sam cleared his throat. "So, uh, may I ask what you're doing in my house?" Sam asked, confusion and a slight laugh evident in his voice. A small smile danced across Sam's lips as he looked at the awkwardness of this stranger. Finally tearing his eyes away from the clothing, Sam's piercing blue eyes locked on the other man's soft brown eyes. 

Unfreezing suddenly, the man grinned wildly and boomed, "This is awesome! You're Sam frigging Smith, man!" Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion with a slight nod, tightening his grip on the bat again, under the assumption that this man was some insane fan. "My name is Peter Quill," he paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, "...you may know me as Star Lord?" His face turned hopeful for a moment, but Sam only shrugged and shook his head.

"No idea what you're talking about." The man, Peter, sagged visibly before perking up again and sticking a hand out.

"Evidently, my amazing dancing talents have not yet been seen by you Earth people." Sam's eyes narrowed at the last words, and he stared in alarm. 'This man is literally insane, bloody hell,' crossed his mind briefly before his hand was grasped eagerly and shook up and down. "Either way! It's a tremendous pleasure to meet you! Your voice, like, reminds me of the stuff on my Awesome Mix tape, which is super cool, dude!" Sam blinked a few times, his grip on the bat loosening once more as he relaxed slightly. The stranger's total casual attitude was, for some reason, extraordinarily calming to Sam. 

"Well, uh, thank you, I believe?" Sam's British accent contrasted heavily with Peter's American accent. Sam's lip pursued slightly as he finally picked up on the accent. Peter laughed loudly.

"You are so very welcome, my man!" Sam rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and then tugged his hand through his hair.

"But you didn't actually explain what exactly you're doing in my house at," Sam glanced at the clock, "3:45 in the bloody morning."

"Oh, yeah! Sorry about that!" Peter exclaimed, a sheepish grin crossing his face. "But, like, Rocket got me totally hooked on your music. So, I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to space with me...?" Not fully processing the words, Sam began shaking his head.

"No, no, I couldn't, I have con- Wait, did you say space?!" Sam gasped, staring in shock. "What on Earth are you talking about?!" Grinning like a maniac, Peter took something out of his pocket and began tossing it up and down.

"Oh, no. Not on Earth. Dude, it's all of space. It's hella cool. Come on..." Peter tempted, the devilish grin still residing on his gorgeous face. Sam hesitated for only a moment before consenting.

"...fine. But if you kill me, I will haunt you and hurt you," Sam grumbled, but pulled back when Peter reached for his arm. "Are you kidding me?! I am not going anywhere looking like this!" Raising an eyebrow, Peter glanced Sam up and down with an easy shrug.

"You look perfect to me. But whatever floats your boat." Sam shook his head at the other man's ignorance and hurried to get changed out of his robe and into something presentable. Of course, he had to pause to fix his hair as well. Once he deemed himself close enough to okay, Sam rushed out to find... nothing. Halting mid-step, Sam glanced around the room, searching for any sign that Peter was somewhere.

Nothing.

No one.

He was alone. Again. 

Sam tossed himself down onto a stool and groaned softly. "I am literally so lonely that I dreamed up some really attractive bloke for company. I need a drink." He sighed,shaking his head slightly. "What is wrong with me?"

His question was met by deafening silence. 

The early hours are the loneliest hours.

-

Several months passed by uneventfully. Sam went through several boyfriends, though none of them suited him. It became blindingly obvious that they were all just using him for his money. So, he wrote about ten new heartbreaking songs that were bound to be used in teenage girls' Instagram captions, which was no shocker. Sam was an artist, and that's what artists did. Of course, more than half of those songs were aimed towards one man in particular, one man who he had not been able to get off his mind, but that was not really important. It was not as if he would ever see that man again. 

So, when that very man appeared in his kitchen again, Sam slapped him. This proved that Peter was actually real, which was stunning in itself. The fact that the man had retuned was even more shocking to the singer. No man had ever done that for him. Sure, Peter had abandoned him entirely, but, admittedly, having to go to save the entire universe was a fairly good excuse for leaving. Peter was sheepish and apologetic about the whole thing, and Sam was finding it all way too adorable.

So Sam grabbed Peter by the collar of his odd jumpsuit uniform and pulled him into a kiss. Peter's entire body tensed, and, for a moment, Sam panicked, thinking he had totally misread the signs, which happened often, and- Then, Peter's hand was tangled in Sam's hair, and everything was suddenly right with the world.

Pulling away slowly, Sam grinned.

"So, what were you saying about space?"

-

Yeah. I did just make a ship out of something that should not be a ship. Shush.