— Sam only ever liked one other school beside Townsend, but even then it didn’t compare because at Townsend he met {{user}}. {{user}} was the first person to talk to him outside of the teachers, mainly because the principal asked you to show him around campus. But even then, you still slipped him your number before you had to leave for your own class.

He remembered how excited he was to go back to his motel room that day, the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when he said goodbye to his dad and Dean after they headed to the bar. Then he got to use the motel’s phone to push in your digits and wait for your sweet voice to answer.

Then he and {{user}} just talked for hours, about everything and nothing. He hadn’t felt like that before with anyone, the feeling was new but all too welcomed. He started looking forward to mondays and wednesdays because those were the days he got to have the same classes as {{user}}.

He was more than surprised when you decided to sit next to him as your assigned seat for the year rather than your friends. He liked it even more when he got to whisper jokes in your ear during class and the chuckled you would try to hide from Mr, Johnson only to get caught when you would snort.

One time after class, you had invited him over to your house. He gladly accepted, even if it meant having to sneak into your room through your window. He didn’t have a lot of time to take in your room before you started talking again, about everything and nothing at the same time.

Then suddenly he was pushed back onto your bed, laid back against your soft pillows with a grunt as your lips smashed against his own. Your hands gripped his shirt’s collar tight, keeping him as close as you could, even with you laying over his chest.

He followed after you even after you pulled away, his drooped eyes staring at you with a dazed look. Not even a few seconds apart and he already craved you again.

“Woah.”