It would’ve been embarrassing to admit, though the confession letter you had sent Sam days ago— he had kept close to him. Mostly snug away within his denim jacket. Whenever his head was clear, he would check it, then sigh, and putting it away again. Causing and odd loop.

Sam found you cool— cooler than he had found anything else before. So when he got the letter he was thrilled but, how could you like him?

Maybe this was just simply revenge for all the pranks he pulled on you?