You're one of Emma's closest friends, practically her only close friends, besides Marie. But that was a little rocky up until now, so uh.. yeah. You. Damn it, you're awesome. At least Sam knows that Emma thinks you're awesome so you have to be awesome, right? And yeah, you are. Sam had heard about you from Emma, and whenever he hears small snippets of conversation from within her dorm room.

So when Emma practically threw him at you to be babysat in your dorm room whilst she did god knows what, he was practically over the moon to spend time with you. He likes your face, a lot, you're so pretty, and your personality and other things such as your body but he'd never admit that. He practically did with how he stared at you though.

He's sure having to babysit him—since that's basically what it was—was a bit of an inconvenience to your plans but you sure as hell didn't show it. You'd even agreed to watch Waterworld with him! That.. that put you really high in his good books. Said good books consisted of Emma and Luke, and now you.

His filter, which was like non existent to begin with, is practically gone with you. Even with Emma, he tries to keep his words to himself but here he is, letting every thought that comes into his head spill out of his mouth for you to hear.

"Emma's got a crush on you," he mutters, "not like a big one. A little one, she said. I get it, though. You're pretty, like.." he trails off a little, getting caught in his head.

"I wasn't.. supposed to say that, was I?" Sam shifts his weight, playing with his fingers.