for the last two years, you sat behind sam in classes. you also always asked for a pencil.

today wasn’t any different.

“hey, can i borrow a pencil?”

you ask while tapping sam on the shoulder from the desk behind him. you knew he had a ton of the same white wood pencils in his backpack, but he’s only giving you five so far since he’s never seen them again.

“no, get your own.”

he responds quietly since the class is completely silent, not turning his head to face you.

you roll your eyes like always. he knew exactly what words would come out of your mouth next.

“why not?”

you responded like always, leaning a little more forward in your seat.

“cause i’m missing five because of you.”