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Samantha Sinclair | 16 years old | Complete Science Nerd | Figure Skater

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Home is a Person | Michael and Sam

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Michael’s heart was nearly beating right out of his chest. There was fear tickling the back of his neck and goosebumps erupted down his arms, luckily they were hidden by his long-sleeved shirt. Michael began to notice the way that a blush was creeping from her neck all the way up and into her cheeks, even with the awful parking lot lighting. To be quite honest, he had pictured these next few moments quite differently and definitely not in their high school parking lot, but it would have to do. She looked away for only a moment before their eyes were locked and he just kept looking back and forth between them trying to catch any hint of doubt or.. something else. His eyes skipped to her lips very briefly as she began talking again.

She spoke his name and he felt his own blush start creeping up to the edges of his cheeks. That and a small panic attack, but he managed to swallow that down. He cast a glance down at the way she was playing with her hands felt the rest of the world stop. It was him and Sam, his best friend. And he was about to do something incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Taking a slight step forward, Michael hopped off the curb so that he and Sam were at least a little bit closer in height and he was just a smidgen closer to her. “I’m trying to figure it out, Sam.” He murmured, glancing again at her lips. There really wasn’t any going back at this point, he was too close, he could see the nervousness in her eyes, her blush, the stress showing in the little crevice of her furrowed and confused brow. Michael simply leaned in so that his nose lightly bumped hers, giving her the opportunity to back away and slap him if need be. When nothing happened in less than a few seconds, he finished leaning closer and pressed his lips to hers. He suddenly realized he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with his hands so he slowly reached up and cupped her cheek, right around the ear she had just tucked a piece of hair behind. He felt it fall out of place and tickle his nose, but he ignored it to the best of his ability. He was kissing her and she wasn’t hitting him, calling him weird, and telling him that he had ruined their entire friendship. She was kissing back and it felt like there were bells ringing in his ears. He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but suddenly it was dark and all of his other senses were on high alert. When he pulled away a few seconds later, he kept his eyes close and his brow furrowed, just trying to remember this one moment. The way her lips felt and the way his body felt like it was tingling slightly. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared at Sam, breathlessly. “If I ruined anything please tell me now. I just had to do that. Just once.”

When Michael hopped off the curb to meet her, Sam inhaled sharply. The sound of his words were a blur, all Sam could focus on was how his eyes kept floating down to look at her lips. As he bumped her nose with his, she couldn’t help but close her eyes slightly. And suddenly with that, all the worries about losing their friendship were floating away. All she wanted to do was close the gap between them both. Giving him a little more support by standing up a little straighter, so that their lips were almost touching. Letting out a breath of air, Sam tilted towards him slightly. Then he leaned forward and they were kissing. Simple as that. 

Why had she spent the past few months worrying about this? It seemed so stupid, because now they were kissing. Despite Sam not being the most experience in this area of expertise, it just felt natural. It took her a minute to realise that she was not kissing back or showing that she was interested. Pulling her hands from where they were uncomfortably folded between them. Sam rose up onto her tip-toes. Making it less straining on his back and easier for her to kiss him back. Reaching up slightly and resting her hands on top of his hair. They both were complete idiots, but that didn’t matter. Because right now it felt like her heart was going to burst with joy. He actually liked her, all the small romantic gestures she had earlier complained about actually meant something. It felt as though this kiss had been prepping for weeks and now that she was finally kissing him back, it felt like she never wanted to stop. Until eventually, they broke apart and Sam couldn’t help but burst out into a grin. Moving her hands down until they were looped around his neck. “Once? Was I that bad of a kisser?” Sam said quietly, before dropping the teasing tone from her voice. “You didn’t ruin things...probably us denying this made it more awkward and upsetting between us.” Sam shrugged, suddenly a wave of shyness coming over her. Scrunching up her nose slightly. “You don’t think you’ve ruined things do you?” She murmured softly, meeting his eyes once more. Sam couldn’t help her eyes travelling back down to his lips and back to his eyes. The butterflies in her stomach felt as though they were going 200x the speed of what they were beforehand. Her lips were tingling and the blush on her cheeks was even deeper than it was before. Shaking her head slowly. “I-I don’t think we ruined things at all..”

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Home is a Person | Michael and Sam

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Michael kept on clenching his jaw and he felt like he was shaking with anxiety. He had his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms crossed on top of them. Resting his chin on top of his arms, he continued to look towards the doorway unsure if he could look at Sam without choking on his words or straight-up spilling out everything. He remained eerily quiet as she talked, because he knew that if he spoke he’d say too much. All he wanted to do was believe her and apologize that he didn’t believe all she wanted was air, but the way they had been for the past few months just made him question it. If he was making any of it up, he had a damn good imagination. But everything she said tonight just pushed him further and further from the idea of them being more than friends. When she finally stood up he got the nerve to finally look up at her.

The light was hitting her from behind and he nearly had to squint to see her face clearly. She looked truly beautiful. The brown hair was a change, and he’d always remember the good old ginger days, but it suited her. And the green dress made his heart stop. He furrowed his brow in confusion and slowly pulled himself to his feet, getting a second to look down at her. “I liked dancing with you though.” He mumbled, feeling his embarrassment slip through, but making sure to look her in the eyes nonetheless. It was the only way he could catch any change in her appearance and it would be his final push. If it didn’t come out tonight, he was going to explode. “I had an amazing time with you Sam. I couldn’t imagine my night with anyone else here.” He took a deep breath. “So, it’s confusing me that you seem so lost and confused because I was really hoping you’d feel the same way. You didn’t have to come here with me, but you did. And these last few months- scratch that, these last few years- have been nothing but this weird rollercoaster for me. So, please tell me if I’m the one that’s making you feel crazy or claustrophobic or something cause I really need to know.” He finished that all in one breath and spent the next second catching it again, unsure where to look or what else to say.

As soon as she saw him begin to get up, Sam got nervous. Was he just going to leave her there? Stalk off back into the school building and leave her standing here like an idiot. But then he mumbled about him enjoying dancing with her and she couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks. She needed to get a grip. Looking down, she closed her eyes slightly, cringing at even the idea of him seeing her blush. Once, she heard him begin to speak, Sam looked up instantly. Letting out a shaky breath as she met his eyes. Despite the fact that this entire summer had been one of no boundaries when it came to hand-holding between the two. Although it felt as though looking at him dead in the eyes felt far too much, she wanted to look away. Just to make things a bit less awkward, but she couldn’t. Then he started speaking and it was as if she was frozen.

Sam struggled to grasp exactly what he was saying, she was trying to process each word that he said. It was confusing to say the least, each sentence was hitting her like a ton of bricks. Did he like her? Sam didn’t know what to pick up from what he was saying. All she knew was that she couldn’t look away. Beginning to get flustered, Sam didn’t know what to do with herself. She was so intrigued into what he was saying that she couldn’t move. But she felt so utterly useless just standing there. After what seemed like forever, Sam opened her mouth to speak before closing it suddenly. There were so many things she wanted to agree with. They hadn’t been the same in years. For Sam, her hopeless crush on Michael began when she was fourteen. It was fair to say that she had been holding it all in for a while. “Michael...” She began quietly, before realising it was stupid to say anything. Although she didn’t want to seem like she was rejecting him...because she wasn’t. Sam just wasn’t good at this stuff, expressing feelings or emotions was not her best suit. Christ, usually she just let things bubble up until eventually she snapped. “I-Uh.....” She begun, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Sam wanted just to just kiss him right there and then. But she didn’t have the guts. Feeling the heat rising to her face, she shook her head slightly. Unable to stop looking at him. “I..Claustrophobic? No...no...I wanted to...come here with you, yeah.” Sam furrowed her brow, not quite knowing what to do with herself. Sam was confused, his statement had hit her like a tone of bricks and now she was quite winded, trying to work out what exactly he meant. Sam didn’t want to come off cold or him to think he is rejecting her. Taking a deep breath, she unfolded her arms, beginning to play with her hands. As she stared up at him unexpectedly. “Michael...” She started carefully, “What..do you mean..?”  

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Home is a Person | Michael and Sam

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Michael nodded and went to run a hand through his hair before remembering that he had actually put in gel that day and he couldn’t resort to his usual way to distract himself. Nervously, he began to tap his fingers on his knee. “Yeah, everyone was getting pretty close. Pretty crowded.” Michael responded, trying to be as calm as possible. He placed his hand on the ground in between them, hoping that maybe she’d hold his hand like in the movies. For one second he wanted them to be in a movie where they could just say how they felt and date right then and there. As soon as she placed his jacket on his arm he flushed and quickly looked away from her, embarrassed that he had even given that to her. His heart dropped to his stomach and rested there like a rock. Feeling like a fool, he shifted his body to look away from Sam and rubbed at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very cold. He hadn’t expected Sam to not accept something from him, it wasn’t like she hadn’t stolen his clothes before, he had thought it’d be fine. He just assumed it would be something that would be okay if she felt the same way. But if she didn’t… “No problem.” Michael stated very bluntly before looking towards a couple that were leaving the dance early. “I was having a great time.” Michael said, feeling like his throat was closing, but he kept looking away, clenching his jaw and feeling like his head was spinning. “You don’t have to say you were too. I understand if you aren’t. That’s why you came outside, yeah?” Michael murmured taking a big breath of cold air to try and relax. He really was finding out that she didn’t feel the same and his heart was breaking so fast, he didn’t know he could feel so upset.

“What?” Instantly snapping out of her thoughts. Sam pulled her eyes away from the car that she was fixed on. He was having a great time? What was that supposed to mean? Sam thought she had been good company...well until now anyhow. Although, Sam should have known better, Michael probably wanted to go to the dance with somebody else. Somebody who he actually liked, not just pitied. Folding her arms across her lap, Sam shrugged slowly. “I was actually having a wonderful time...” She explained, pushing her hair over her shoulder. The embarrassment rising to her cheeks quickly. Feeling uncomfortable, Sam coughed quietly. “I didn’t come outside to get away..I told you, I came outside to get air.” Unable to halt the defensive tone in her voice. Sam looked down at her hands quickly, beginning to pick at her newly painted nails. She didn’t mean to ruin his time at the dance. Technically, he didn’t have to ask her if he didn’t want to. Shifting her gaze to the space in between them, Sam looked over at him for a second. Taking in his face. He was slightly turned away from her. He looked hurt..for reasons which she didn’t know. Great, Samantha had ruined his night. Samantha was falling more and more each time he paid attention to her. And she was pretty sure that he wasn’t even aware of his actions. Sitting forward, going to push herself off the curb. “Hey...” Samantha began softly, holding down the front of her green dress, making sure that it didn’t go up whilst she stood up. “I’m sorry for ruining your night with my antics...I’m sure there are plenty other girls who would want to dance with you...” Ones you actually might like romantically, Sam refrained from adding snarkly. Unable to keep the disappointment and hurt off of her face as she looked at him. “But...I did have a wonderful time tonight..more than you’d expect actually.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little to help disguise the sadness in her voice. 

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Home is a Person | Michael and Sam

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When Michael had picked up Sam earlier that evening, he had felt his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach was full of butterflies. But when he actually saw her, everything just felt right. They took pictures together for her mom (he didn’t ask where Sam’s dad was, not yet anyways), he had held her hand as he led her to the dance floor, and most importantly he didn’t feel like a fool out on the dance floor around her. Michael wanted nothing more than to just say how he felt and he’s never had the urge to say something more. As soon as it was a slow song suddenly he felt ready to do it. Just take the step, grab her hand and tell her. Risk everything because he was sick of lying and of feeling like crap every time he thought about her in any romantic setting. As soon as he felt ready she was leaning over and telling him she was heading outside.

“Dammit.” Michael mumbled, standing in the middle of the dance floor by himself. He looked quickly around, his breathing fast from the dancing and his general anxiety on the situation. He shot some smiles towards his siblings and friends dancing around him before quickly running off the dance floor. Grabbing his jacket from where he had abandoned it to dance, he followed Sam out to the parking lot. He spotted her quickly and walked over, feeling a slight chill in the air as he walked. Making his way towards her, a million things ran through his head: she knew and she didn’t feel the same way or she suspected and was trying to stop him before he made a fool of himself. The fact that she talked before even turning around made him pause briefly. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the curb besides her. Without saying anything, and trying not to feel too hurt by her dismissal, he placed his jacket silently over her shoulders, biting the inside of his cheek. “If you really want me to, I will. But the party seems like it’s out here with you.” Michael dryly joked, nervously playing with his fingers. He turned his head to look at her slightly and began to think too much about how hurt and confused she sounded. Speaking softly, he scratched at the back of his neck, “Sam? What’s the matter?”

Sam was having a good night, she honestly was. But, she just needed to breathe. Everything was getting far too much for her to handle. Sam needed A second away from Michael to reevaluate the situation. She just wanted to tell him everything that she felt. Though, in doing so she risked their entire friendship. She would rather suffer in silence and for him to remain her best friend rather than confess only to make things awkward. Although, she certainly didn’t want to ruin homecoming either. The one event that they had went to together, even if it was only as friends. Something had shifted between them, Sam had liked him for a while now but after the beach party, things felt different. It was as if they were tip-toeing around each other. It felt extremely weird, he was her best friend. Things were meant to be comfortable…but they just weren’t. Sam couldn’t help but feel as though it was her driving the wedge between them. She was reading into the signs far too much and being too hopeful of a romantic relationship between the two. 

As she heard his footsteps approaching, until he finally sat down on the ground beside her. Sam let out a quiet sigh. And then she felt the material of his jacket falling over her shoulders, that made her feel even worse for telling him to go away. Still being able to hear the song playing from the hall. Beforehand, Sam barely even felt the cold but now she wanted to pull his jacket tight around her. Sam didn’t want to be cold, but she couldn’t help but feel she was coming off distant. “I don’t think I’m much of a party..” Sam explained, “I just needed air…was a bit stuffy..” She lied with ease. It felt as though she had been lying these past few months. Her eyes diverting to the ground in between them. Even though it was only a small distance, it felt far too big. It took all her power not to scoot towards him there and then. But instead, she remained where she was. Shrugging her shoulders, the air suddenly feeling constricting. For once in her life, Sam felt that she couldn’t tell Michael anything. Which was odd, for such a long time in her life, he had been her rock. Now he was the only person she couldn’t tell. “I don’t know…” She breathed, letting his jacket slip off her shoulders. Setting it over his arm gently. Didn’t he see how much these small gestures were killing her? Did he not know that she took them in a romantic way? “Thanks…” Sam nodded, staring ahead into the car park. “I’ve had a good time….have you?” Sam inquired, looking for any form of conversation to distract her from her thoughts.

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Home is a Person | Michael and Sam

When Michael asked Sam to the homecoming dance, Sam’s heart was going so fast it was about to burst. Although now it was even worse. Samantha had spent all week searching for a dress, though she had to remind herself...This entire date was based on Friendship. Michael probably picked her because who he really wanted was taken. Although the room was full, she couldn’t help but look at him as if he was the only one there. The night was filled with his terrible jumpy dancing and his goofy smiles and Sam couldn’t help but melt each time. Everything seemed so wrong. She knew that this date was a friendly invitation but dancing with him and talking with him felt completely the opposite. As the tone of the song changed from fast to slow, Sam had to pull herself away from the dancing. Before she did anything she regretted, like telling him her feelings.

Taking a shaky breath, Sam leaned over to whisper to him over the blaring music. “I..just need some air, okay?” She explained, a tone of confusion and sadness to her voice. She had a good night. but everything felt wrong. Sam fancied the living day lights out of Michael Weatherbee, somebody she had practically known since birth. Her best friend and somebody she wasn’t meant to be in love with. Pushing through the crowd of people, Sam finally made her way out into the parking lot. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on a curb. Placing her head in her hands ever so slightly, trying to grasp her bearings. Running a hand through her newly dyed brown hair, Sam groaned as she heard footsteps approach her. Sadly, she knew exactly who they were from. The person who was causing all her problems. The person, she couldn’t even get mad at because the idea of hurting his feelings broke her heart. “Michael...you should go back inside..” Sam croaked, not even looking up at him. 

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@samantha.x: homecoming time<3 

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“Tell me, does this Hawaiian shirt make me look like a dad?”

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“...Woah, I think I accidentally confused you for a member of the Brady bunch.”

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“But, you’re coming to the soccer game tonight right?”

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“Obviously, if there is a food stand, I’ll be there..”

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“I wish I could dress up as Tarzan all the time. This costume was so comfortable.” 

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“Do it!” Sam nodded, folding her arms. “Comfort over style!” 

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“I don’t like this theme....I don’t own anything Navy or Gold!” 

"The closest things I have are Grey and Black, does that still count?"

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@samantha.x: lets pretend i’m actually someone from disney and not breaking every single dress code..... 

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@samantha.x: Lets all go on Roman Holiday! I totally haven’t waited a year to break out that Audrey impression though...

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| Beach Party | Michael and Sam

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Michael decided to just place the bottle in the sand, thinking that he had had about all he could take for the night. And he didn’t want Sam drinking anymore when he was gonna ask her a pretty important question. “Ah, yes, homecoming.” He said, nodding his head and shifting a bit. Chewing nervously on his bottom lip, he looked down at the sand before finding a shell that was pretty much intact and not all broken from erosion from the sea. Michael tossed it around his hand for a bit before taking a large breath. “Would you like to go to homecoming with me? Like because we’re best friends and stuff, obviously. I just think we’d have a really good time together. Unless of course you have plans with another guy, of course.” His heart was beating fast at the thought of Sam with another boy, but he had to not get in her way if she did.

Her heart was racing as he brought up the subject of homecoming. Looking down at her hands whilst he began speaking. She didn’t expect him to ask her, but a part of her was desperate for him to ask her. So whenever he did, she couldn’t keep the bright grin off her face. A wild blush spreading over her cheeks. Despite him saying that it was only because they were friends, it was still a step forward. “Yeah...obviously.” She shook her head abruptly at the mention of plans with another guy. Was he being funny? What other guy did she talk to that could even compare with Michael in her eyes? Although, she didn’t think that was ever possible. But this added stress of Michael being her date meant that she had to actually worry about getting a nice dress. Nevertheless, the smile on her face wouldn’t be swaying for a while. Raising her head from his chest to look at him with a dopey grin. “Thanks for asking me...”

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All the world’s a stage, so why not perform? An empty house at the State Opera House is the best place to practice my ballet skills

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So Much History in These Streets|| Sam & Michael

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“If you ever got a tricycle, I think it would be the greatest day of my life. I’d get you a little bell to put on the handle. Then everyone would hear you coming from miles around.” Michael laughed and poked Sam’s side. “I wouldn’t let you live it down.” While Michael was standing and holding the bike, he ruffled her hair so that Sam’s hair was falling around and in her face. “I could absolutely get all of your hair into a braid. Remind me next time we watch a movie, I will braid your hair. No charge.” Michael joked with a large smile. While he stopped, he gently put a hand around Sam’s waist to make sure that she didn’t fly too far forward and fall off. He waited for her to hop off before swinging his leg over and standing up straight. Pushing the bike to the door, he popped the kickstand and let his bike stand by itself. There was never a need to lock it up because the last time there was a crime in Astoria, much less some sort of bike getting stolen. Michael opened the door and let Sam in to the store first. He followed with his hands in his pockets and nodded his head towards the shop owner. “Yeah, it is strange…” Michael laughed nervously. He smiled at the use of “us” but quickly turned to an aisle of agendas. “Sorry, I just feel like this year is going to be different. I just wanted to know. I guess I just want the same things. You and I to have an awesome year and just for us to… I don’t know be get through everything together?” He focused on a package of pen, pretending to read it, he was unsure what he was trying to say or imply. He was just talking at this point. 

Grabbing two baskets from the side of the door, Sam pushed his towards him with a kind smile. "For those binders." She teased, tilting her head to the side a little. Her waist still was burning from where he touched it to help her off the bike. But she slid it off, acting as though it never even happened. Although Sam was not good at being nonchalant. "I have a lot of hair, i have at least five heads of it." She pointed out, observing the coloured highlighters and their prices before placing it in her basket. "Next time, we can put on a movie we both hate so that you can focus on becoming my own personal hairdresser." Before she listened intently to his goals for this year. Looking up a little at the word, together. A smile falling upon her face, she nodded at him. "Together...yeah...I don't want you ditching me..." She teased, only half serious at the end of her statement. Sam had went through far too much change this summer. She didn't need to lose her best friend also. That was partly her reason for not putting her feelings forward. They had a perfect dynamic. Admitting you want date him may backfire. He may not feel the same and then suddenly, it's an awkward smile whilst they pass each other. Watching as he overanalysed the pens, she smiled brightly at him before looking down before he looked up to notice her. Standing there like a goof. "I want to be colour co-ordinated....blue notebooks and binders for science...purple for maths.." She ticked off her aims on her fingers. Shaking her head...choosing to add a little to their prior conversation "I think things will change this year...they are bound too...but I don't know if it would be bad. I should get my mum to ask her tarot cards." Sam joked, throwing a packet of black ballpoint pens into her basket.

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"Why am I already being warned about my lates? I've only been late the past two days..."