Mat-Parkes
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- Parts 13
Sammy.
Samuel.
Preferably, just Sam.
Sam was never very popular. He was never very cool. He was never very nice.
He had his music and his nighttime ocean visits and his thoughts. He had all he needed. He didn't need a mom. He didn't need his deadbeat dad. He didn't need friends because he didn't want them.
But everyone needs someone.
"Friends?" He asks quietly, tentatively even. "I feel comfortable around you, in a very straight way, I'm not trying to flirt with you." He says the last part quickly, biting his lip. I guess he's worried I'm going to freak out. "Omg that gay dude just said he's comfortable being around me, ewww"
"Sure, friends. I'd like that. And don't worry about the whole gay thing. I'm fine with it." I smile at him, immediately I see Alabaster's shoulders relax.
"Man, I've learned so much about you in less than an hour." He sighs blissfully, looking up the street as a lamp flickers. "Diddo." I mumble, even though I'm still smiling.