Date: Thu, 26 May 2011 18:39:56 -0700 From: ?randon s?one Subject: Cameron & Sam, Chapter 1. Gay high school love stories (: Cameron & Sam. Chapter 1; I buried my face in my hands, leaning my elbows on the small cafe table in the coffee shop by my house. David was such an idiot. My best friend, the same guy who I've been in love with, since seventh grade, and he goes back to that asshole boyfriend of his? He couldn't see how freaking in love with him I was. He meant everything to me, and I -... "Hey, um, is this seat taken?" I looked up to see Samuel Taylor, a classmate of mine, standing above me, his eyes puffy and red from crying, a forced smile plastered to his face. I sat up straight and stammered, "N-no, of course not, have a seat." I moved my stuff out of the way, onto the floor as he sat down, setting his coffee cup quietly on the table in front of him. With his dark disheveled hair, emerald green eyes and pale skin, he looked like some sort of European model. "You alright?" He asked. "I walk in here and you're all super glum." He smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine," I mumbled, shrugging and adverting my gaze. He looked worse off than I did. I'd heard of all the drama between him and his boyfriend, through the rumor mill, but I definitely had no idea is affected him this much. "Are you alright?" I asked him, giving him a suspicious look. "You look like you've been crying." I frowned a little bit and sat forward in my chair, meeting his gaze again. He looked away, despite my efforts, and whispered lowly in a miserable voice, "John dumped me. For Heath. I never saw it coming, but now that I think about it, I probably should have. They'd been hanging out so much... I guess I just had too much faith in Heath. I trusted him, you know? I guess I just actually believed he loved me." He laughed quietly as tears rolled slowly down his flushed cheeks, and I could tell he was embarrassed to be crying in front of me. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry," He apologized. He wiped the tears away fast, still not looking at me. I reached over and gently took his hand in my own, shaking my head. "Sam, I'm so sorry. There was no way in hell that you would ever deserve that." I smiled at him and squeezed his hand, as gently as I could. "Heath is sort of an asshole." He finally smiled a little, wiping his cheek again with the heels of his palms. "True," he admitted. "I guess it just kind of sucks that it took two years for me to figure that out." "I know what you mean," I said, chewing on my lip. All of this made me think about David, and I felt a familiar pang in my chest at the thought of his name. "So is there anyone you're interested in?" Sam asked me suddenly. I could tell he just wanted to get his mind off of his problems. I looked down at my hands in my lap, and sighed under my breath, nodding my head a little. "Let me guess, it's David, isn't it?" He asked. I felt my whole face flush, all the way up to the tips of my ears. "How did you find this out?!" I whispered urgently, utterly embarrassed. He laughed for once, covering his mouth and shaking his head. "It's kind of really obvious. The way you look at him... It's like you're hypnotized or something." I sighed and pressed my lips into a thin line. "Great," I retorted, which made him laugh again. "Come on," Sam said, standing up and grabbing his coffee. "Let's go key their cars, okay?" I smiled and grabbed my stuff. "Please."