Hi. I'm Sam. I travel around with my brother and my dad. I'm eighteen, and i'm just trying to pass my classes between schools..
I'm Sam. I travel with my brother my dad stays gone a lot.. I'm fourteen, and I get bounced from school to school a lot..
(AU? Eighteen year old Sam, and fourteen year old Sam. Mun is 21, but one muse is underage. Still will be NSFW once in a while, probably, and will only be tagged/under read mores if the other person wants them.)
((OPEN TO ANY AND ALL SHIPS))
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he’d been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was just wandering home from the latest school he'd been put in, just in his tee shirt, despite the snow outside. The boy was obviously freezing, his arms wrapped tight around himself, trying to keep from shivering as he hurried toward the motel.
Sam was alone in the motel room, all the windows and the door open as he cleaned up after the mess he’d made. He was singing along to one of the songs on the radio as loudly as he could.
Sam was alone in the motel room, all the windows and the door open as he cleaned up after the mess he'd made. He was singing along to one of the songs on the radio as loudly as he could.