Short Stories (BxB)

Long Lost Friend - Angel & Sam

Description: Angel and Sam have been best friends for almost their whole lives. From ages three to thirteen, the two young boys were inseparable! They were always together and always needed to be touching or close in some way. Whether it was holding hands, sitting knee-to-knee, standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Or just standing or sitting as close to each other as they could at the moment. They always said when they were old enough, they would marry each other. Angel would be the wife and would Sam be the husband. No matter how many adults told them two boys couldn't get married, they stuck to the idea. They promised each other they would get married. When they were thirteen, though, Sam had to move from Washington to Arizona for his mom's work. Neither of them had phones at the time so they had no way to keep in touch with each other. Five years later, both boys are eighteen. Sam moves back to his old town and goes to the high school he should have gone to in the first place. And guess who he sees. (Around 7100 words.)

Sam's POV (Sam and Angel are thirteen)

Angel and I were laying in bed with our shoulders mushed together and our legs and arms tangled up. Angel rarely uses blankets so they're kicked off of him completely, and crooked on me. Because I am a normal human and I need blankets. We pulled an all-nighter again, eating and drinking absolute junk all night. And goofing off and talking about everything and nothing. Now we're feeling the effects of staying up all night. I can barely keep my eyes open as we're watching The Office on my tv, and glancing at Angel, I can tell he's the same.

"Did you boys pull another all-nighter?" I heard my mom ask.

She sounded annoyed but I knew that she was just messing with us. She's actually stayed up late with us before.

I groaned lowly, "No..."

She giggled, "I definitely believe you."

She paused for a second and added almost as an afterthought, "Well. When you two can get yourselves out of bed, come on downstairs. There's something I'd like to tell you both."

I nodded, seeing Angel do the same out of the corner of my eye.

Five minutes after she left, I groaned and sat up, "Come on, we gotta go downstairs."

He grabbed my hand to cover his eyes, "No. It's time to sleep now!"

I rolled my eyes but smiled at his antics, "Come on!"

"No."

"Don't make me say the name."

He moved my hand slightly so I could see him narrowing his eyes at me, "You wouldn't dare."

I smiled, "I would."

Not believing me, he recovered his eyes with my hand. And repositioned slightly so he was more comfortable.

"Come on... Angie!"

"That's it!"

I let out a loud laugh that sounded like a scream as I leaped out of my bed. I caught myself from tripping over Angel's legs and I ran as fast as I could downstairs without falling to my death. Angel was right on my tail and I ran into the kitchen where I hid behind my sister.

"Help! He's trying to kill me!"

We ran around in circles around Hillary for a little bit until she caught Angel in a hug, "What is going on, you demon child?"

I laughed a little.

Everyone always calls Angel a demon child because he can be really mischievous. And he doesn't always live up to his real name.

He huffed but didn't try to get out of Hill's arms, "He called me Angie again!"

She laughed, "That's why you're trying to kill him?"