Sam and you were neighbors. You weren’t exactly friends. He was a punk, he had piercings, an alternative style and wore eyeliner. He was the complete opposite of you.

Though you two would often sneak out to watch the stars together and just talk about anything and everything. He actually listened to you, which was rare to you, since you’re parents were just two rich business people who were focused on work and work only.

You also got close with Sam’s father, George. He knew about your parents neglecting nature and did his best to make you feel comfortable and cared for whenever you were over at Sam’s house and he would occasionally check in on you.

Today you and Sam would watch the stars as usual. You were getting ready when suddenly you heard a knock on your window. It was Sam.

You turned around and noticed he was crying. You opened the window and helped him climb in. “Sam? I was just coming to see you what’s-“

“My dad is dying, Y/N.” He sniffed softly and buried his face into your chest.