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Come May, they knew they would only be getting busier. The finals were coming up, they were getting obnoxiously preoccupied– Sam couldn’t remember the last time she felt that overwhelmed. Not willing to admit this, she was still pushing heavily through all of her activities, even when advised to drop some for the sake of her own rest. She wasn’t that person, unfortunately, and she refused to believe that one exam term would defeat her, of all people. Simultaneously, that also meant less time for Andrew. In fact, it worked both ways: he had less time for her, too. They had some sort of a mutual understanding regarding this and they had no issues in communicating their schedules even when it meant less time together. She hated it, she was pretty sure he hated it, too, but they could only really have 24 hours in a single day and there wasn’t much they could’ve done about it. She took comfort in the fact that it wasn’t just one of them while the other waited, it was both, and that made things somewhat better.

She put the keys into the lock of Andrew’s front door a little lazily as she turned it, clicked it open and pushed the door forward. She was intensely tired– they had many new activities back at the Gamma house that needed checking first, before they were approved for the upcoming year. It was still a whole summer and a bit away, but the preparations needed to be done that early. Then, she took one of her finals, and then had a meeting with the social chair of the Delta Chis– which was a whole other level of boring. They were preparing the final touches for the Fraternity Sweetheart Choice, which would make another sister their sweetheart in the following year. They had already narrowed their choice down to the Zetas and Gammas, but come on, they all knew they would yet again, choose another Zeta. It was an unwritten rule– Deltas went with Zetas, while Gammas went with Lambdas.

She didn’t even have any time for a lunch break because she squeezed an appointment with one of her regulars at the Tutor center who begged her for a session before their finals. She couldn’t just say no for the sake of her, sometimes she was way too generous but still couldn’t opt to be selfish instead. So when she entered the apartment, she was as good as dead, as it seemed. She dropped her backpack on the counter near the front door, kicked her flats off her feet and plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. ‘’Mhmm, that’s nice,’’ She said, barely really acknowledging the excitement in Andrew’s tone of voice. If she wasn’t such a perfectionist, she probably would’ve slept on the sofa– no shower, and in clothes.

If there was one thing Andrew could count on after being so far away from Sam due to their busy schedules, was that the two wouldn’t hesitate in wasting time when it came on being together any minute they could. So, as soon as he heard her stepping into the apartment, he expected her to be by her side seconds after she entered the room, which didn’t happen at all. Instead, he was meet with a vague response from her from a few feet away, which instantly indicated something was up, or at least wrong. Frowning, the male finished up what he was doing, making sure the sauce and everything else would still be okay by the time he came back.

“You know...if I didn’t knew you all that much as I do, I would say you are not excited about being in my presence as much as I hoped you would.” Andrew spoke, teasingly as he exited the kitchen wiping his hands on a washcloth, silly smirk on his face as he stopped by the kitchen door, landing his eyes on Sam for the first time. As soon as he saw her laying on the couch looking completely worn out, his featured softened up and he understood. “Long day?” His voice was soft and understanding as he made the few feet towards her, sitting on the empty space next to her, arm instantly coming to rest over her shoulder as he pulled her body closer, happy to feel her weight and warmth against him after so long. “Want me to run a bath for you?” All plans for their night long forgotten as he understood exactly what she needed in that particular moment.

#002

Andrew couldn’t believe Spring Break was already gone. He couldn’t wait for it to arrive and even before he knew it, it was already over and he had to go back to his real life responsibilities. It also seemed like after spring break things only became busier for him and for Sam, too. The two would occasionally see one another during the day, sharing a few lunches here and there with her coming to spend the night at his place when she didn’t have any other big activity back at the Gamma House. They knew it would be that difficult with how their lives have changed after he was off college, but it didn’t mean it was easier in any way. He was very proud of the person Sam was becoming and the things she was achieving. He knew her for quite some time now, but never saw her that happy, that realized with life as he had seen every since their crossed paths and he found her in her new environment. And as of late, with her senior year approaching its end, he couldn’t be prouder of her.

His own work was becoming busier with the time, too. The more he realized the busier he was getting by getting himself in too many different activities, some that had nothing to do with him. He was a doer kind of guy, always have been and that was the main reason why the swim team still had his presence in helping sort of the activities and everything else even thought he probably should be doing other things at this time. And that was why to be able to share a few moments with Sam based on their busy schedules was so important.

Andrew didn’t plan anything big for their day, they had a break and that was it, and what better way to spend it if not together just doing anything at all? He arrived back at his place earlier, with nothing too special planned out for lunch, he decided to cook them something simple while he waited for Sam to arrive. He still had vivid memories of the last time she was inside of a kitchen and everything was basically ruined that he honestly didn’t want to risk it again. He may love her a lot, but he loved their lives even more.

Dressed in only a pair of sweatpants and a simple shirt, he carried on making pasta while listening to some music, that was not too loud that kept him from hearing when Sam arrived. “I hope you are hungry, babe, because I am about to make you a feast.” He spoke over his shoulder as he put the final touches on the sauce.

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Sam’s laughter spilled around them and echoed in the near proximity as she playfully rolled her eyes at Andrew. ‘’Aren’t you a special snowflake. Wow, am I dating a snowflake or a man?’’ She joked at the expense of his ego. Her was never that much of an egotistical person per se, but she still liked having jabs at it whenever she could. In fact, Andrew spoke a big game about his qualities when in fact she mostly knew– mostly, and that’s being said with a grain of salt– how he really felt on the inside. Compared to her though, their attitudes were different only in terms of the ways they presented themselves: him, a jokester, and her, a competitive socialite. They went hand in hand, especially for what was underneath all of that.

She knew that he had some abandonment issues, maybe not in their truest form but they were definitely there. Of not being good enough, not being accepted. Hell, most people had those issues to begin with, but they were a little more accentuated with Andrew because of his experiences. And weren’t those what made most people? No one is just randomly afraid of anything, it’s the experiences that have you feeling some type of way. Sam herself could 100% relate. And that very thought always lingered around her, and she assumed in the same way that his lingered around him. It was something people could overcome with a lot of work and time, however not necessarily something they were completely overpassionate about. They just decided to go one day at a time.

‘‘Mhmm, I will ask you about it when we are out of college and with secure jobs, then maybe we can talk about all the fun and better stuff you just mentioned.’‘ Sam was always the sane one and the one time they slipped, she promised herself it would never happen again. Although she couldn’t always, always say no– she would get lost in the moment far too often which was why she got on the pill in the first place. She found that her decision making and her clear-headed attitude evaporate when she was with Andrew and that was a recipe for a disaster, so she took precautions.

“I can be anything you want, beautiful. If a snowflake is what get you going, then I’ll be a snowflake for you.” Andrew shrugged, offering her a small smirk. His jokes could be extremely ridiculous and stupid sometimes, but that was something stronger than him. Most of the time the things that came out of his mouth were out of his control, he spoke faster than he thought mostly, which was the main cause of his problems. “If I am special like that, does it mean I’ll get a golden star at the end of the day?” He questioned, eyes wide in anticipation as he looked at her like a kid on Christmas morning.

His egocentrism and jokester mannerism were nothing but his own way of dealing with his inner demons. Like everybody else, he had issues bigger than he could handle and what better way to hide it all by making people pay attention to other expects of himself than the real, true ones? That was one of the things that he and Sam had in common. Both had issues and portrait themselves completely different to the others around. That was the main reason why it was so easy for him to understand and figure her out in the early moments of their relationship. Andrew could tell how Sam felt and see behind all bullshit she tried to portrait even before she was capable of assuming it all. She was as real and crude as he was, and that particular fact made him feel so much for her. They weren’t perfect, in fact, they had a lot pieces to be put together, but they were able to do that together. And that was what made them work so well together.

“You always have to take away all the fun, don’t you?” He pouted, pushing his tray to the side as he leaned back on his chair, hands crossing behind his head. “It’s okay. It is not like it is all that bad right now anyway.” He shrugged, probably giving her a jab that would earn him a slap or two. Their sex life was something that they never had to discuss or try to fix since it all started. They understood each other in ways that it never happened to Andrew. It was more than just sex, it was a connection he never shared with anyone else before. They simply worked well together. They fit and that’s it. “Wanna ditch the rest of our responsibilities and just go have fun at home?”

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Sam couldn’t help the playful roll of her eyes at his words. ‘’You’re so nice and sweet that you’r gonna give diabetes to someone one of these days,’’ She laughed as her laughter echoed the space in between them. Not even surprised when he kissed her, she wasn’t aware of the stain above her lip. ‘’You’re running out of excuses to kiss me,’’ She smirked, not that he needed any to begin with. In fact, if she really gave it a thought, they were on cloud nine most of their time together these days, so sweet that someone might actually find them gross. Sam didn’t really talk about him to her sorority sisters even though they would ask from time to time– not because she didn’t want to, but because she simply felt like every time she would voice her happiness to someone, it would come crashing down. And she wasn’t about to let the best thing that happened to her in many, many years just fall through. Perhaps it was silly thought but Sam was big on karma, on destiny. She didn’t really believe in higher powers or was religious at all, but given her track record, jinxing this was not an option.

Pinching his upper arm– and not gently at all, she shook her head. ‘’Andrew Murdock, take that back!’’ He was 100% right about what he said, though, but she was so used to being an overachiever that any type of a failure didn’t sit well with her. ‘’I hate you, you made that up! There weren’t any shells in there, I tried to find them and there weren’t any!’’ Granted, she wasn’t wearing her reading glasses (Gosh, she was such a grandma sometimes), but still, she found none. ‘’Well…’’ She trailed off, a little outwardly shy. ‘’We both know you don’t like to play safe.’’

Andrew simply smirked, giving Sam his signature smile. “It is a good thing I have just the perfect thing for it, then.” He shrugged, not making a big kind of deal of any of that. “Don’t worry about it, I am a very creative kind of guy. I’ll think of something new soon.” He grinned, going on with the playful tone. Andrew never had with someone else what he has with Sam. They have been in a relationship for almost an year now, and yet, they still can’t seem to get enough of each other. He knew people got out of the cloud nine stage pretty fast, but he couldn’t seem to see him and Sam getting out of it, at least not so soon. What they have is past this months they shared. They were friends, good friends even before they decided to take their relationship one step forward, the feeling have always been there, they just needed to learn how to read it. He was proud of being her boyfriend, her partner in crime, best friend even! And if there was one thing he never did was be too shy of showing it.

As she pinched his upper arm, he let out an yelp to let her know it was not appreciated, his hand instantly coming to his arm to try and protect himself from another one of her attacks. “That hurt, woman! Shit! That is gonna bruise!” He complained, exterminating his arm rubbing the red spot to try and make it feel better. “I totally have proof of that! Ask my dentist, he was the one responsible in trying to repair the damage caused to my poor teeth by that particular meal.” He mumbled, moving his chair slightly back to make it harder for her to reach him again without needing to move over the table. Sam’s shyness was completely noticed, bringing another part of him out. “For that, I have no defense at all. Why play it safe when the other way around is so much, so much more fun and good?”

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‘‘Oh,’‘ Sam acknowledged, mouth full with food she was trying to chew down so she could actually speak again. Shaking her head at his words, she probably looked like… everything opposite of a lady. But it was easy being like that with Andrew, they knew each other inside and out and there was no need for false pretenses. They were way past that stage even before they were actually a couple. She could recall spending evenings with him just binge watching Netflix while devouring ten different kinds of snacks and ice cream and then deciding to order pizza on top of all of that. By the time she would have to leave, she wouldn’t be able to move. And he always teased her about it, which just made her laugh even further, which then resulted in tummy pains, which then resulted in her sleeping over. It should’ve been a sign– the fact that his floor sleeping turned into them together on the bed, cuddling, never much past that stage, granted, but still… it would’ve been an obvious introduction to something more. At the time, she was a little blind to it even though the level of comfort with Andrew around was always at its all time high.

‘‘I wouldn’t want to have you skip on a really important project because of me,’‘ She said, finally managing to chew down on the French fries in her mouth, grabbing a napkin because she could feel the ketchup on her upper lip. Wiping it over a little carelessly, she continued. ‘‘I remember that project from last year, it actually really gave you major recommendations and experience and trips will always be there. In fact–’‘ She raised her eyebrows in her famous serious Sam fashion. ‘‘I’d be upset with you if you skipped on something as big as that over a trip that we can take literally any other month.’‘ It was probably difficult to take her seriously with a ketchup stain over her upper lip that she’d missed, but Sam was unaware of that. Squinting her eyes at him menacingly, she spoke again. ‘‘Gasp, how dare you. My cooking skills are top notch. Remember last time? I even fried an egg.’‘ She offered like she had managed to cook a damn lobster for him. Yet knowing her non-existent skills in the kitchen, it was truly an accomplishment.

Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off Sam’s face in that moment. That was a constant in their life, he loved to simple watch her, she being aware or not of that fact, but still, it was one of his favorites past times every since they actually became a couple (not that he didn’t use to do it before- which he did), but now he simply couldn’t take his eyes off the ketchup mess she made, an amused look very present on his face when she simply missed a spot there. “The only real important thing I have is to spend those days with you, Miller. The guys can handle it very well without me, in fact, I don’t even think I should be helping. Besides, I need to give them a chance to shine too, see how nice I am?” He smirked, leaning slightly forward to her. “But I’ll see. I’ll talk with him first and see what he has in mind and even what he needs and we can talk about it later when we are home. Deal?” Looking both sides just to make sure there would be no one yelling at them again, Andrew moved forward, grabbing her chin so he could press his lips to hers, sucking on her upper lip so he could take the ketchup stain off it. “You missed a spot.” He whispered against her lips, pressing one last kiss as his thumb slightly caressed her skin. “Don’t be upset with me or else I’ll pout.” Andrew joked, offering her a wink, before moving back to his seat.

Shaking his head at Sam words, Andrew could only give her an amused look as he leaned back against his chair, taking a sip of his coke. “Babe...come on....” He teased looking at her with amused eyes, sneaky smirk making its appearance on his face as he thought carefully of his next words. “I am actually impressed I survived that meal. You know the whole crispy feeling those eggs had was not from any super-human cooking skills you have, right? The egg shells are not supposed to be eaten for a reason.” He shrugged. “But I’ll give you a C plus, for the effort and how you didn’t destroy the whole house. And as much as I love you, I think we should play it safe tonight, at least while on the kitchen.” His words had a little something more in them that he simply let it hang in the air for her to take her own assumptions, or not.

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It was a flaw, always needing reassurance that he wasn’t going to leave. Maybe nestled into her previous experiences, it took her a long time to understand that not every guy will take her words the wrong way. With Tommy, it was the issue– he always thought she was in a bad mood or angry with him, because of the way he words would come off. Definitely not an excuse over what he had done to her, but it was something that left a scar, left her always doubting herself, holding herself back from actually speaking her mind. Because Sam was just like that, she was outspoken, she was restless, she was even blunt, at times. And as it turned out, not every guy, or even a friend, could understand or cope with that. Which always somehow left her wearing her heart on a sleeve; willing to do everything for everyone else if she believed it was the right thing, but never actually having it reciprocated. Sometimes, she felt, even with the best of her friends… she was never their ride or die, even when they were, in fact, hers.

But this time around, Sam couldn’t even contain the smile that was now painting her entire face. She feared, deep down, that all this reassurance stuff would fade or that Andrew would get bored, and she was lowkey bracing herself for that moment to arrive, but it was not today, and it was enough for her. Propping herself across the table, she placed a peck on his lips and revealed the pearly whites in her smile afterwards. She believed that Andrew would make a great Dad, and that even his immature comments would turn into being immature with his kid eventually. Which was fine by her. She could almost picture them, him being the good cop, Sam always nagging– but they had to have those roles, right? In his words, it was, truly, a dream. Something Andrew would voice, but Sam felt like she wasn’t supposed to. Every time that she would voice something like that, it would burst into pieces and leave her feeling miserable. ‘’I love you, too.’’ She said quietly, acknowledging everything that he’d said.

‘‘So… what are you doing later? When can I go to the apartment?’‘ Truth be told, Sam would stay over at his apartment more often than she’d sleep at the Gamma house. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but Andrew wasn’t allowed there. And the more domestic they were turning out to be, the more she wanted to play house, in a way. Yet, all of her other duties at the house were intact. She was still on top of her game.

Andrew honestly didn’t expect a different reaction. He knew Sam very well to know her fears and flaws and how insecure she could get in situations where people normally wouldn’t. She had gone through so much- relationship wise- that he didn’t blame her for guarding herself a bit in moments like this. Sometimes they would day dream together, it wasn’t as often as some couples would do, but he appreciated everything and the fact he had the whole picture perfect planned in his mind was exactly what made him know that reassuring her from time to time was a necessity. If there was one thing Andrew wanted to prove to her was that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I gotta go back to school and help out with a few things, but I think I’ll be out by four or something? But Peter texted me yesterday, dunno if I mentioned to you that, you remember last year that we had that whole Summer project with kids coming to the pool and whatnot? So, looks like the team wants to do it again since it was a huge success and asked me to help them. I gotta see if it works out with my schedule, since we have that trip planned out, so we might discuss a few things, but I don’t think we will be meeting or anything, just a phone call of sorts, so it might not take me long. Anyway, you can come whenever you are free at the Gamma?” He shrugged, stealing one of her fries even though he had his own. Every since he moved out of campus, one of the first things he did was to make a key for Sam as well, so she had the whole freedom of coming and going and even though it was his apartment, at this point, it came hers just as much. She had a whole section in his wardrobe, drawers on his desk, things on his bathroom and even some decoration ideas came from her. “Do you feel like going out for dinner or just ordering in something? Or, if you promise not to explode my kitchen, we can cook something instead.”

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Sam was all ready to elaborate and explain in details why it was a bad thing to respond in that manner. Sometimes, she felt like calming Andrew down from such outbursts made absolute sense, it was a part of him, and then other times… she felt like he was supposed to understand already, seeing how he literally dealt with children on daily basis. He was supposed to understand the childish behavior, but even Sam could also grasp as to why not; work was always left at work. You don’t bring work home. It was a recipe for a disaster, a burnout syndrome that she didn’t want to see Andrew falling into. It was his dream job and he was doing so well, she would never want to see him fail just because he got sick and tired of doing it and adopting the classroom behavior. More than anything else, Sam was happy that he was not the responsible teacher (unless they were doing the whole roleplaying thing in bed, okay) at home, because there was plenty of time for responsibility in the future. This was their time to be reckless and quite possibly, a little stupid and immature. Which was exactly what Andrew was always able to bring out in her– her controlling side would be at bay and she’d allow herself to let loose with him.

But then, just as she wanted to explain her point of view, he said something that had her stop in her tracks– she didn’t know if he even knew what he was saying, if he had even registered. Months ago, they had their pregnancy scare and Sam vowed for it not to happen again– she got on a pill, started to be careful. But truth be told, she could see it all, having children with him, being a Mom. College still had a year to go for her, and a few months at that, but that didn’t mean that after college this wasn’t a legitimate possibility. What was more important, he saw a future with her and that made her heart jump at the very thought of it. She was gazing at him, letting him ramble on, just mesmerized by what he was saying. ‘’So…’’ She trailed off, quietly, cutely almost, her eyes now stuck on the fries in front of her. ‘’Hypothetically speaking, you would want– I mean, you’ve thought about it. Having kids.’’ She almost muttered out, bracing for a reaction. At least she left out ‘with me’, although it was a given.

Andrew honestly didn’t even realize what he was saying until it was already out there. After his little ramble, he focused on eating his meal, only being pulled back by Sam words- and that was when he realized he shared a little more than he probably would’ve in that particular moment. It is not that he was ashamed of sharing too much, he just knew there was probably a better time for it-- in reality he was just too scared of what her reaction would be to even bring it all up-- but this was Sam, and him, and them. There was no need for Andrew to be so scared of it all. The way her words came out, how she was so curious, but at the same time scared of asking him for more that he knew, right there, that she wasn’t mad or scared. She, somehow wanted the same things, too.

“What?” He questioned, turning to face at her and seeing the way she couldn’t look him in the eyes. “If I think of having kids with you?” He blurred out, not sugar coating his question. An amused, soft smile forming on his lips. “You know how much I like kids, and every since I became a godfather I think about it...but it was never the right time, or person, I guess.” He shrugged, eyes fixed on her now. “But with you....every since that scare we had, it all changed. I want a future with you, Sam. I’ve always wanted a future with you. I want to have kids with you someday. The whole dream, you know?” This was probably the last place he should be opening up like that. They normally didn’t do things like it, they were so comfortable in their relationship and so in sync that they rarely had to give speeches like that, but Andrew didn’t mind the moments he needed to reassure her that he would be there and wanted the whole picture. “I love you, Samantha Miller. I know someday we will have it all. We will get there, and to be honest with you, I can’t wait for it. ”

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She wanted to feign how ‘offended’ he was because of his ‘just you’ comment, but she was interrupted by this woman judging them both. She just had to go ahead and ruin their fun, but for whatever reason, Sam could see her point of view. Even when they weren’t doing anything that wasn’t strictly PG, it was still not something that was really commendable. But what came out of Andrew’s mouth wasn’t entirely unexpected, so to speak. She always knew he had a temper, it just wasn’t particularly displayed normally because he was generally a nice guy. Still, it came out in some of the most awkward moments and Sam really believed that he didn’t know how to estimate a situation properly. The woman looked appalled by his comment, probably ready to start an argument in the middle of a queue for their food. They had already attracted enough attention from the people who were nothing else by bystanders, she didn’t need the employees, or worse– security to blow this out of proportion over such a small thing. But she also knew how people could get; this lady could literally accuse them of anything and they’d take her word for it because she was with children.

So before she could gather enough breath to speak, Sam decided to jump in again. ‘’Ma’am, we’re really sorry. It came off in a wrong way, what he actually meant was that you were right and we will be leaving now.’’ She said politely, because that was how she was raised. Even when they really didn’t do anything wrong, Sam decided to be the bigger person. Sliding a tray over to Andrew to keep him busy so he couldn’t argue, she took the second one herself and flashed the McDonald’s worker a smile, pushing Andrew to get a move on. ‘’Babe,’’ She said as they exited the line. ‘’You can’t say things like that to people,’’ Her tone of voice wasn’t scolding, it was more a statement. ‘’Especially not mothers with children. I mean, she was a handful obviously, but she wasn’t entirely wrong, you know. You’re always gettin’ me all frisky in public places.’’

Andrew’s temper sometimes got the best of him, sometime she didn’t have a filter over the things he said and he wasn’t too preoccupied over what others would think of his opinions. If people were free to speak their minds, so was he. Come to think of, it was really a mystery how he never got into a fight with someone else because of it. He was so ready to carry on his accusations and even reasons to prove his point over the situation, that having Sam take charge of it all and put it all to an end somewhat disappointed him, he was so ready to defend her and them. But she had a point in a way and perhaps it was for the best. They always knew how to take the best of the other and even protect when needed, it was one of the things he loved about her.

Taking the tray Sam handed him, he got out of the line as instructed, not before sending a glare to the kid as if he was a kid himself that lost his favorite toy. Childish, perhaps, but he just couldn’t help it. “Why not?” He frowned as he found them a table, placing his tray next to hers. “If she is allowed to speak her mind, why can’t we? And it is not like we were doing something terrible. I wasn’t even kissing you!” He whined, complaining about the whole thing trying to express his view. “It is all that kids fault. When we have ours we won’t raise them to be little shits like that one. I hate the little shits. We will teach him and her how love is a beautiful thing and how it is okay to simply share.” He mumbled as he took a bite of his burger. “The world is full of little shits, we wont be raising another one.” Andrew probably was sharing a bit too much in that particular moment. They never talked so openly about the future and the idea of creating a family, but after that scare they had a couple of months ago and how steady and right they are, he is so sure of what his- their- future is going to look like that the idea of keeping it to himself seem so trivial at this point.

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‘‘I hate you,’‘ Sam chuckled through the way he bragged– knowing well that he was just joking. If he weren’t, Sam would have never even cast a glance his way. She was done with overly confident fuckboys and Andrew was as light as a summer breeze. He made her laugh, he was ridiculous, and not to mention he was a major turn on. ‘’Settle down, cowboy,’’ She rolled her eyes playfully at his remark. ‘’The only time there will be another girl in this equation of ours is when we’re broken up– and because I don’t see that on the horizon, you’re stuck with fantasies that only include you and me.’’ She stated, as if for the record, but she wasn’t even joking about it. She finally felt like she found a guy (or was he right there the whole time?) who made her happy, that she could be herself with, and if she had to even fight to keep it that way, she would’ve The more possessive side of her would come out from time to time, not in a suffocating kind of way that would have Andrew grow tired of her – or so she hoped – and knowing Sam, a control freak, he wasn’t slipping through her fingers.

‘‘Ewwwwwwwwwwww!’‘ She was snapped from her playful exchange with Andrew back into reality as they waited for their order. A boy who was standing behind them with his little sister and their Mom was pointing towards the couple and made disgusted faces. It was only then that she realized that Andrew was peppering kisses down her neck, hand on both of her hips– even when it wasn’t overly sexual, it could’ve been a display of something kids haven’t seen before and Sam’s cheeks turned scarlet. ‘‘Mommy, they’re doing bad things,’‘ The girl was the one to speak now, a little more shy and hiding behind her mother’s coat. The mother, who was looking at her phone the entire time lifted her eyes to Andrew and Sam, throwing knives in their direction. Sam offered an apologetic smile. ‘‘I’m sorry, Ma’am–’‘ She started off, but the mother cut her off. ‘‘Take it elsewhere. There’s a time and place for everything, and I will not have you do whatever it is in front of my children.’‘ She hissed at both of them, making Sam feel even more embarrassed. Looking at Andrew, she bit on her lower lip. Sometimes they’d get carried away with how affectionate they were.

“No, you don’t” Andrew smirked, knowing Sam words weren’t real. If there was a certain- besides the fact that Andrew loved her with every fiber on his being- was that he would never, EVER, cast a glance another girls way now that he and Sam were together. He was happy with his life and he loved his girl more than life itself or even his stupid, players college guy days. “Dammit, Miller. There you go ruining another one of my dreams.” He sighed. “But I guess I’ll be fine with just you, then.” Andrew shrugged, giving her a wink afterwards. The idea of her seeing him as a long shot kind of deal was extremely comforting for Andrew. Ever since he realized he loved Sam, Andrew knew she would be the one he’d rather pend the rest of his life with, so to know Sam, not only thought the same, but felt it, too, was one of the best things in life.

Andrew was in his moment, enjoying the closeness with Sam and even their small exchange of tenderness when he was pulled back from his bliss by a kid not too old than his own students. Casting his eyes up, he rested his cheek on her shoulder as he stared at the little boys face, offering him, his sister and mother a glare as he tightened his grip on Sam’s waist. He wasn’t doing anything too much in that moment, so he didn’t get what the problem was. “Ma’am, all I am doing is hugging my girlfriend? Seriously? All this fuss for nothing? I can totally give you and your son something to look at if you want.” Andrew spat back, not bothering if the other thought it was uncalled for, but that was their moment and the last thing he needed was someone ruining their already perfect day.

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His commented evoked a very sudden and a very genuine laughter. She loved that about Andrew, among other things– he could joke about himself as much as he’d throw jokes at other people, it was like a never-ending cycle of fun and laughter and really great, quality time. She’d never felt that connected to someone before. ‘’Dang, always have me at the crown comment,’’ Sam rolled her eyes playfully, but it was the truth. Maybe it was a little immature and maybe it was overdone at this point, but that tiara thing was so unique to who he was as a person and how he established himself, a jokester of sorts, she couldn’t help but to love it endlessly.

Sam liked to think she wasn’t a jealous person but that was as far from the truth and reality as the moon was. Because of her insecurity, she was jealous, but probably not the point of being possessive over anything. People would say that a little jealousy was healthy even, and so she narrowed her eyes at him, a squint directed at him as if he were a target. ‘’The only girl you’re calling yours is standing over here,’’ She pointed at her chest with a glare. ‘’Don’t play because remember that one time I got into a fight at the Gamma lawn? I know I said never again, but stranger things have happened…’’ She was not being entirely serious, of course, but she left that hang in the air in between them as she trailed off. ‘’Uhm…’’ She squinted her eyes once again, this time at the menu ads above the McDonald’s servers heads. ‘’I will have chicken nuggets. Large fries and a large strawberry milkshake.’’ She was so hungry that she was almost salivating at the very thought of all that food.

If there was one of the things he loved most was to make Sam laugh. Her laugh sounded so genuine that he knew he would never get tired of hearing it. The tiara comment always did the trick. It was something he basically came up with around one of the parties at Gamma that stuck and every since had been an inside joke that he loves to bring from time to time around her. Andrew knows Sam has a soft spot for it, especially since she was the only person he ever shared his small collection of tiaras with. The brunette being that special even when he didn’t know how special she could be. “I know it, babe. That was totally the magic trick that got you all hooked on me. Not my guns, abs or even this Adonis of faces I have. It was all about the tiaras.” He nodded all seriously caring on with the jokingly mood they had now.

Andrew knew Sam wasn’t the possessive type of her, but also knew she could be insecure about a lot of things, him and their relationship one of those. Every since the two became official, he gave her all and every single reason to never feel that way about him or them, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t tease or enjoy whenever she got in one of those moods around him. “Really?! Where? Where is she?” Andrew joked, looking past Sam as if in search of someone else that was not her. Offering her an honest laugh at the way she got, he could simply shake his head, paying for their meal with his credit card as soon as she placed her order. Moving them to the other line as they waited for their order, Andrew wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his as he pressed his face on her neck. “Would you really get on a fight in my honor, babe? Because I gotta be honest, seeing you all hot and bothered over me and for me would totally be a huge turn on.” He whispered at her ear as he spread light kisses at her neck.

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A little reassurance– even though not needed anymore, was always nice. Sam had some low self-esteem, even though she presented herself as this outgoing, multitasking badass Social Chair chick, involved in multiple things on and off campus, always on top of her game and her academics. She used to do it because she felt like her Mom would’v been proud of her for it, for being so involved with everything, but it became so overwhelming at one point during her Sophomore year that she spiraled, and Andrew was there to pick her up and pull her back together. Thinking back to that, perhaps she was making all the wrong choices because she had issues she couldn’t deal with on her own, and him being there for her– needless to say, it meant an entire world to her and beyond. In fact… it could’ve been when she fell in love with him without even knowing it. She had tried to convince herself that she loved these other guys, that if she was just a little sweeter with Tommy, or if she was just a little bit of a better friend to Lukas– they would’ve loved her back. It was never the case. And with Andrew… he taught her what love was supposed to look like, and feel, even if he was unaware of it himself.

‘‘Gosh, it still baffles me how they ever allowed you near children, it’s beyond me–’‘ Sam couldn’t help the sudden urge to laugh when she saw the way he looked at her. Actually, Andrew had a career goal that he worked towards very efficiently, very diligently, and although he only seemed like the type to go into another career choice– such as swimming, for example, he was actually a perfect guy to work with children. Coming to think of it, Sam was able to fall in love with him all over again whenever she would see how he handled them. She herself was nice to kids, but never on that level. She didn’t have the amount of patience and understanding that Andrew had. He was level-headed where she was erratic, and he was the calm when she was the storm. Sam was sure that he was going to be a great Dad one day– not that she would ever tell him that, since she didn’t want him to think she was imagining having kids with him. But she was just a girl, of course she did. Just like you imagine your wedding when you’re little, having such a strong, stable relationship was bound to evoke some thoughts… but they had a long way to go and she didn’t want to scare him off.

‘‘Sure I am,’‘ The perky brunette nodded as they were now in the line of sight of the nearest McDonald’s. ‘‘Are you gonna get all huffing and puffing at me if I don’t come?’‘ She wiggled her eyebrows at him, alluding to the last time she didn’t come to one of his swimming things. It was important, and she just had other things to do. Perhaps a misunderstanding– perhaps more than that, either way it caused a massive argument. He pushed her buttons the wrong way, she let the anger get the best of her as she slapped him. It was the only time that she ever did something of the sort, it was inexcusable and beneath her. It made her feel filthy, and Sam never wanted to feel like that again.

Andrew gasped at her words, giving her a very shocked look at it. He loved his job, his career and the goal he looked for. It was something that came out of nowhere, all that was needed was for his best mate to die and leave him to take her of his infant son for Andrew to fall in love with children and simply know he’d want to be around them until the very end. Andrew also knew Sam was very aware of his love for what he did. Her words were simple a way of her teasing him and he never took them by heart. “If you come to think about it, they probably confused me with one of them,” he shrugged. “Or it was just the simple magic of the princess crown that got them hooked. I know it was what did the trick with you.” Andrew’s stupid favor over girly and sparkly things was a joke he created back in college during his fraternities years that actually stayed and made him be who he was. Ever since he put one of those silly plastic things on his head, everyone gave him something princess-like and he may or may not have kept all of them.

The mention of what happened last year and the only time they ever got into such a bad fight still baffled him. Now they could only joke and see it as what it is: a memory from the past. But he will never forget the things he said that pushed her so much to the point of hitting him physically. A lot of things were wrong that time, but mistakes were meant to be forgotten, not repeated. “I don’t know. I might find myself a new girl to call mine. You know how you have some serious competition...she might see me all there, by myself, and take it as her perfect chance of throwing her moves at me.” He shrugged. “And even that cute hand imprint you marked me with might not be enough to keep the fans away. Are you willing to risk losing all of this.....?” He motioned for his own body as they walked in line, placing his order and asking for hers so he could pay for their meal.

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‘‘I love it. And I love you.’‘ Saying it out loud was another difficult milestone in their relationship. Sam was always a hopeless romantic even when she gave off a different vibe to everyone else. Having said it before– to Tommy at least– it left her feeling like a doe in the headlights. Scarred, battered. She felt like even if she felt it in her heart of hearts, the people she felt it for didn’t feel it back. And that was something else– being with someone and giving your all, but knowing they weren’t giving not even a half of what she was. And when it first happened with Andrew, after months of holding back even though she felt it (out of fear of rejection, naturally) it felt like a warm summer breeze on a particularly hot night. It was him, and her, and the three little words she had whispered in his ear. The world around them just melted away. She’d seen him play with his cousins and it stirred something warm in her chest, as if it were weighing down on her because she needed to let it out. And it was then that she was starting to understand; she loved his smile, and the way he talked, and his silly jokes, and how he made her feel. He respected her, thought of her as his equal, and Sam loved him with every fiber of her being.

‘‘You know better than to believe I make promises, come on now,’‘ She pinched his shoulder playfully as her hand slipped into his bigger one– like a frame enveloping a photograph perfectly. ‘‘Kiddin’, that’s a promise. I may even bring it out that black lacy lingerie that you have mentioned once or twice how you really loved…’‘ She teased, a hint of what could be happening that evening leaving its trail of expectation in the air between them. She enjoyed teasing him innocently– Sam was never much of a vocal person when it came down to the sexual things. She left that mostly to Andrew, whereas she reciprocated in bed. ‘‘Anyway, how was your day so far? What do you have to do today?’‘ She asked with curiosity. She loved knowing what he did throughout his day– some of her sisters joked how she was keeping tabs on her boyfriend but it was nothing even remotely related to that frame of mind. Sam loved knowing what Andrew was up to because it made her feel closer to him, now that he wasn’t on campus anymore. The distance wasn’t too great, but it was still distance. Sometimes she missed seeing him out and about on the Chancellor’s Walk, or randomly saying hi to her and goofing around with his brothers. His fraternity was nowhere near the same without him. But still, they managed.

It’s been months since she first said it out loud, whispered in his ear and every single time she said those three little words out loud, was always like the first time. A soft smile showed up on his face and he still felt those silly butterflies at the pity of his stomach. Andrew always knew how he felt towards her, but was respectful enough to never say it out loud before she was ready -- if she would ever be -- but she became and he still remembers that moment like it was yesterday. “I love you, too.” Saying it back, even when it was no necessary was something he always, always did. He was much more a guy of action than a guy of words, but those were three words he insisted on repeating every single time.

“Hey, a guy gotta dream sometimes. I still have hope, you know? The sun might go cold...things like it.” He shrugged, chuckling at her. The idea of seeing her in that black lingerie brought memories to his mind and all he could do was give her a groan in appreciation. “Ugh, don’t tease me like that. You know what that little piece of clothing did to me. I still have to be around kids all day, you know? Don’t turn me into some creepy. Miller.” Andrew loved their moments like this. Moments where they could joke and she be as comfortable as she could to be able to tease him with small innuendos like that. He never asked her to be vocal of her needs, he simply knew what she liked and was capable of delivering it to her every single time and she never failed in showing him just the same. He loved her for who she was, but loved even more how in sync they could be. “Day has been good so far. Got new cookies this morning, I think I am way cooler for simple apples, go figures.” He shrugs, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “There is that big play coming, so I have to help with the costumes and set up all the props, you still coming to it, right?”

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‘‘Andrew James Murdock,’’ Sam almost gasped as if she were baffled by his statement. In fact, it elicited a sneaky smile on her lips as her hands wrapped around his neck. Sam enjoyed this version of his. At the beginning of the relationship, now almost a year ago, the brunette was unsure what she wanted. Her heart was telling her to go for it, but after Tommy, and then Lukas, things didn’t seem… like relationships were really for her. The first one being her head over heels, absolutely in love with a guy who already cheated on her once, only to leave her the second time around. The second one being a guy she fell for out of nowhere, a guy every Mom would warn her daughter about. A guy every Dad was bound to despise. Lukas was a fuckboy, a guy who wasn’t even hers to begin with, but she still developed feelings for him when she knew better. And so, when Andrew revealed how he felt about her during the Spring Break… Sam didn’t know what she wanted. It was unfair of her, it was indecisive, but she just wanted to guard her heart like a lioness this time around.

But being with Andrew completely changed the narrative. The right guy was in front of her the entire time and she was too blinded by her leftover feelings for people who didn’t deserve her, not even a smidge of her attention. At first, it was hard– very much so. She didn’t know how to open up to him, and he was held back because of it, and things were just weird. The transition from friends to lovers wasn’t easy and movie-like, the Hollywood version wasn’t their reality. But Sam had learned, side by side with Andrew, that maybe not all guys were out to get her heart and crush it into tiny pieces. He had proven her, time and time again, that what he felt for her was real and tangible and wasn’t going away. He’d seen the best and worst sides of Sam even before they were in a relationship, he knew what he was getting himself into– with all her kinks and insecurities and everything that she was as a whole… and once she had grown to understand that, she was able to give all of her.

And that was an absolute game changer for their relationship. As soon as Sam was all in, Andrew was all in, too. In fact, he became more daring, for the lack of a better term. He wasn’t walking on eggshells around her, and that gave enough room for comments like the ones he was making now– comments that spiced up what they already had. ‘’You’re funny,’’ She offered one of her best smiles, all pearly whites on display. Sam was endlessly amused. ‘’But no, we’re gonna have to keep that for tonight. You know I’m all about hard to get and all that jazz,’’ She joked, a chuckle escaping her chest. ‘’I was thinking more… really bad fast food, like McDonald’s, because I have zero free time and I wanna use the lunch break as an excuse to see you. And I know that you’re also busy, so at least we’ll get food AND quality time together. That sound okay?’’ She observed his face and planted a single peck on his lips.

Andrew wanted to laugh at the use of his full name, that only reserved for moments he was absolutely ridiculous (which happened to be almost 90% of the time they were together). He knew Sam loved it and her gestures were a total clear indication of that. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he pressed his forehead against hers, his smirk turning into a smile as he kept their contact close. If you told Andrew an year ago that he would be in this exact position, he would call you a liar. He was never the dating type of guy, but Sam changed him. She made him learn about love, feel love and even more, how to give love.

They went through thick and stone, but that only made them end up stronger, for as cliche and corny as it might sound in the end. He knew she was the it and the moment they managed to open up to one another and simply be, that fact became even more evident. Andrew loved Sam. He loved all of her in ways he wasn’t capable of explaining, but he knew she knew all of that.

“I know. It is all part of my charm. You love ti.” He gave her a wink, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “Oh! So that is a promise?” His smirk came back in place as he gave her a very suggestive look, one that approved of her comment. “Oh babe, you and I both know how hard it can get.” He joked all seriously, knowing that comment would earn him a slap or two. “Are you in one of your moods?” He teased. “I am all down for it, babe. Especially since it might give me a few more minutes in heaven with you.” He pressed his lips to hers, detaching his arms as he took her hand in his. “Shall we?”

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In the preparations for the Gamma Founders Day on March 15, Sam was getting increasingly busy. As a social chair, her responsibilities grew even wider during her Junior year. Now, that same year was drawing to an end, she couldn’t believe they were in March already. The familiar heavy pressure on her chest– she was really starting to feel it all: the pressure of finishing her Junior year knowing that next year was going to be her final year in college. It was a strange feeling, something she’d dreaded along the way. Sam was never the person to feel as confident as she had presented herself to be; in fact, it was quite the opposite. Deep down, she was insecure and felt a lot more comfortable within a system, the Greek system, where she had established herself so firmly that she was standing both feet on the ground. Stepping outside, into the real world… that felt like someone was about to pull the rug from beneath her feet.

But, for now… Milestone chapter anniversaries and national founder’s days called for some super special celebrations. Now that her Social Chair position required of her to be on top of her game, Sam took it seriously. She had created a special anniversary founder’s day logo and used it on all the invitations, papers, social media, publicity, favors and gift bags. She made sure to involve the house Mom and as many alumnae that she could find, and even offered a large memory board, supplying flat note cards for everyone to write on. She had plans to have each guest write down what the Gamma sorority means to them in one sentence and then attach it to the board. At the end of the party, the chapter would have a wonderful keepsake. She was now observing the assembling of photo booth by hanging a special banner backdrop and adding some side props, like topiaries. She wanted them to be stocked with hand-held props, signs, hats and their Greek letters. Make your commemorative photos a little extra special. ‘’No no, wait, we need to make sure that thee edges aren’t seen when taking photos. The effect is ruined if you can see the clips holding the banner, the tables and chairs on either side and the stockpile of boxes behind the drape.’’ She bit down on her lower lip, hoping that she didn’t sound too bossy. Sometimes, Sam knew that her need for perfection outweighed the importance of the gesture. ‘’Photos should be “framed” in the key center area, with no side messes visible.’’ She instructed, suddenly feeling a set of arms being snaked around her waste.

It immediately had her curving those lips upward. She almost forgot that she asked Andrew to come over to campus for lunch. The fact that they were busy in the house made it easier for him to slip in and not get chased off for being in a sorority house. ‘’Hey you,’’ She said, a trail of light kisses making their path along her neck. She turned around and held his face for a subtle kiss on his lips. ‘’I’m starving.’’ @andrewjmurdock

If there was one thing Andrew loved about the girl of his dreams was how she was able to compromise to the things she cared about. That was a trade he admired since the day he land eyes on her, but that trade was also one of the small things that made little encounters like the one about to happen today so important. Sam digs in in her chores. As he walks the path that leads to the Gamma house, hands buried in his pockets, Andrew has a sense of freedom that normally didn’t come last year around this time. He was no longer part of all of this madness, so in a way this all ended up being bittersweet for the male.

As he approached the house he could already tell things were crazy inside for the big event that would be held in two days. It was an important one, so the fact Sam managed to make some time for him, was important. Lately, with him living out of campus, with his work schedule as assistant and she still having classes, he wasn’t able to see her as much as he used to, but they tried their best with whatever they had.

Walking inside the house was pretty easy, normally they would cause a scene, try to kick him out while he would be making silly jokes and comments before sitting in the couch on their common room, but not today. Spot her was an easy task to do. There she was, bossing around while trying to make everything perfect, so focused on the task in hand that she didn’t take notice of him standing by the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he simply stared at her (backside) with an amused look in his eyes. Knowing they probably wouldn’t have much time to spare, he walked towards her, arms instantly wrapping around her waist as he pressed his body against hers. His lips instinctively finding the soft spot on her neck as he made himself known. Feeling her move, he let go of the grip on her, tightening his arms as they were face to face. “Hmmmm, so this means we are skipping lunch and heading to your room?” His trademark smirk making its appearance as he pulled her body closer towards him.

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As he stepped closer, the air ran out of her. She felt like she was holding it in from that point on. The inches that were separating them – practically non-existent. The things he was saying – all turned into a dazzling meshing in the distance. She was so tragically aware of how close he was, and instead of shaking at the very thought of that (Sam had troubles with guys being so close lately), she was perfectly calm. Her heart, on the other hand, threatened to burst out of her chest. She watched Andrew in the perfect, blueish glimmer, the moon and the stars reflecting on his body along with the pool lights, and she was stunned. She felt real things for this beautiful man, things that she hadn’t felt in well over a year now. ‘’Why do you want me?” She muttered loud enough for him to hear her, removing the confident, perky girl mask that she always wore. The way she asked him revealed just how much she didn’t like herself and couldn’t find a single reason for someone to want her in all of her mess.

Her question took him by surprise. He could see how she changed after those words, how the confident Sam he always knew disappeared and in its place, a new, scared, fragile Sam appeared in front of him. He knew it wasn’t all his fault, he could see it, written in her face, that all the past relationships, all the stories she lived were coming back to hunt her and he wanted to wipe it all away from it. “Why I want you?” He questioned, head tilting to the side with a warm smile on his face. “Why wouldn’t I want you, Sam? I’ve always wanted you, Sam.” He spoke the truth. “Because you are crude, you are who you are and you are not scared of it, as well. Because you have a huge heart and you don’t even think twice in helping others in need. You are a good friend, you do everything you can to help your friends and all of those you care about. You are not selfish and you are also capable of seeing the good in everyone. You even saw the good in me, and that is...” he shook his head. Taking a bold move, he reached a stray of hair out of her face, placing it behind her ear. “I”ve always wanted you, but...do you want me back, too?”

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