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Sam slowly walked down the agonising long school corridors, trudging forward, trying to escape everything. Because today couldn't be worse for Sam. For today is the anniversary of his tattoo, the anniversary of his limp-free leg, the anniversary of something so heartbreaking— yet so heartwarming. Because when you think about it, it's the sweetest thing someone could do for him.
But he didn't want it. Still doesn't. It hurts, it hurts so much.
"HEY SAM!" Annabeth slaps him on his shoulders and he winces, it's too loud.
Too loud, too loud, too loud, too loud.
"Wanna find yourself a date for the prom tonight?"
No. No, too soon. Too soon. Too soon. Too soon.
"A nice girl, perhaps?" He shakes his head.
"Ahw, don't think like that. You're very handsome," Annabeth tries. He shakes his head, that's not it.
"Is it about the dog? Sam, I don't mean to be rude but your dog died four years ago."
Tears well up in his eyes, he was not a bloody dog. He was—
"Sorry, Sammy—" he gives her a sharp look. "—Sam, it's just that, man, you grief a lot. It's not a bad thing but, just allow yourself to be happy for once."
How?
He just nodded.
***
He didn't want to be here. He absolutely did not. He was supposed to sit home, call Minho and everyone else. Not stand here.
Annabeth finally returns with his drink and hands it to him. He sets it down right away.
"Sam, at least try to have fun?"
He shakes his head.
"Alright!" The DJ yells, "tonight we have a special guest!"
There was this twinge of hope inside of Sam, stupid, foolish hope.
"It's a Prince and he's looking for someone to dance with!" The DJ grinned.
Sam sighs, his stupid hope got the best of him.
Almost every girl was screaming or squealing. The DJ then laughed, "sorry Ladies, but he's into boys."
Then all the girls started screeching and chanting in joy.
All the gay, bi, pan, demi or whatever other sexuality that had them liking boys cheered.
"But there's going to be a blind pick! Sort of," the DJ grinned again. "We're blindfolding all the boys and the Prince will choose. Only if you're willing though."
Annabeth immediately pushed Sam forwards and winks at him. Immediately a blindfold is covering his eyes.
He's dragged into a line, he guesses. "You all sure you're okay with this?"
It's just one dance, Sam thinks to himself. He nods.
"Alright! Prince, you want to pick?"
"First boy up is Samuel!" Sam swore in his mind, of course he's standing first in line.
"British accent and beautifully tall!"
Hands slipped into his and they felt perfect. Sam mentally slapped himself, he couldn't think that way. There was only one pair of hands that he would think about like this.
He felt himself being pulled forward. The song had already started.
"Uh. I ehm don't know if you want me to take your lead or—OH!" He felt the Prince his hands move from his to his neck, clearly the Prince wanted Sam to take the lead. And so he did.
It felt wrong. Yet so good. So foreign. Yet so familiar. The song was beautifully slow and Sam was surprised at the fact that he didn't get dizzy from the slowly spinning around.
Somewhere in the middle of the song the Prince had laid his head on Sam's shoulder and Sam then realised that he must be taller than the Prince. He worried if his long hair isn't irritating the Prince.
"Aren't they cute?" The DJ asked.
Every girl and some boys cheered. Sam couldn't help but feel how this was wrong. Yet he didn't feel completely uncomfortable. The warmth of the Prince seemed familiar.
It then clicked. All of it.
"Tommy?" He whispered.
"Hi Newtie."
Immediately Sam, or well Newt threw his blindfold off and there he stood with his arms still around his neck and head on his shoulder, alive and well; Thomas.
He didn't hesitate, he pulled the brunet upwards and smashed their waiting lips together. Both their eyes fluttered shut.
Making up for years of lost time they kiss slowly and passionately until they run out of air. The room seems to revolve around them and only them.
After they break apart their eyes open again and both have tears on their now rosy cheeks.
"A Prince, huh?" Newt half chuckles, half sobs.
Thomas let out a puff of air and smiled, then nodded.
"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" Newt asked, tears still streaming down.
"I had only remembered last week. I tracked you down and—" he took a deep breath and suddenly Newt didn't feel so hurt anymore. Then he continued— "I'm so shucking sorry, Newt."
"Oh my God, Tommy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."
"It's okay," the brunet smiled.
"I love you," they both agreed.
And then with a jolt Sam woke up, marking this his eleventh dream he wished was true this week.
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