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I woke up, cuddled in familiar black sheets, groaning at a slight pounding in my head. I blinked my eyes completely open and come face to face with a pale, thin back, the skeets stopping just before---
“Holy shit.” I swore quietly, sitting up carefully, locating my boxers on the ground, grabbing them and putting them on, and booking it into the bathroom. Looking at the gothic décor, I pressed a hand to my mouth. “Oh no.” I sighed.
I peeped out the door to find Sam had rolled over into the space that I had previously occupied. I closed the door silently, pressing my forehead against it and sighing.
I remembered attending an A-list party with Tucker and Sam, just because we are seniors and patrol had been quiet. Dash had spiked the drinks…
I remembered bits and pieces of Sam and I’s…. activities, but not enough to know if it was, well, safe. I looked around Sam’s bathroom, but no sign of any birth control or any condoms whatsoever.
I exited the bathroom and checked the trash and floor. “well shit.” Sam’s voice hit my ears, startling me so I spun on my heel. Sam was sitting up, holding the sheets up to cover her chest. I lit up in a blush and scratched the back of my neck. “Ya know, this---well, yeah.” I stuttered.
She wouldn’t look me in the eyes, looking everywhere else. At the clothes littering the ground, and then at the sheets. We both jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. I dug my phone out of my jeans pocket, pressing it to my ear as I pulled on the jeans I was holding. “Hello?” I asked.
“Are you on your way home yet, sweetie? Jazz just got here.” My mom’s voice hit my ears. I nearly slipped on my pants leg as Sam got up, pale skin flashing at me as she quickly hurried into the bathroom. I sighed. “I just woke up, but yeah I’ll be home soon. Tell her I’m sorry for not being there when she got home.”
Mom laughed. “You are eighteen years old, sweetie. You can have nights out with your friends. I just hope you are being safe with whatever you are doing.”
“Yeah you and me both.” I mumbled, grabbing my t-shirt on the floor. “What was that?” My mom asked, confused and startled.
“Nothing. I’m gonna get dressed and I’ll be there in ten, alright?” I told her. She complied and hung up the phone. I stared at the door to Sam’s bathroom and sat on the bare bed. Sam came out, dressed in purple t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
“I can, you know, stay and we can talk about it?” I told her. She shook her head. “The last thing I want to do is talk about what we did right now.” She said, rubbing her hands on her face.
“Sam, this is something that needs to be talked about.” I told her, deadpan. She sighed. “Danny, I know.” She said, slightly hysterical. I immediately felt bad.
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later---” I was cut off as Sam darted forward and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly. My reaction to wrap my arms around her was immediate.
“Danny, what if—what if---”
“It was just once.” I whispered back. “that’s all it takes if it was at the right time. What even caused us to---”
I pressed my lips together as she tried to rationalize all of the thoughts in her head. “…Sam, I can’t tell you why it happened, but it did. So, take a shower and I’ll call you later. Jazz just got home for fall break from college and I have to go see her. I can come back later, if you want?” I said, rubbing her shoulder.
She sniffed, pulling out of my arms. “Yeah. I’ll text you.” She mumbled, going back into her bathroom. I phased out of her room and flew towards my house, Jazz’s car parked on the street just outside.
I touched down on the ground just outside my house, getting out my keys and going in, ready for a day of trying not to think about how perfect holding Sam in my arms felt (or other parts of her).
…
I laid down on my bed, exhausted from a.) family activities and b.) having not gotten any sleep the night before. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, before my phone beeped next to my head.
Sam [rec] do you have a minute
Sam [sent] of course.
Sam [rec] …do you regret what happened?
I bit my lip, slightly blushing. I spared a glance at my door before tracing the letters with my thumb that I wanted to type.
Sam [sent] no. I probably won’t. even if it turns out…badly.
Sam [rec] I think that was my consensus too. Do you…wanna come back over? Talk a little bit?
I looked at my door.
Sam [sent] I think I can manage that ;)
Sam [rec] dork.
I got up quickly, going to transform. “Going somewhere?” My sisters voice hit my ears. I gasped and turned around.
“Just patrol. You know, superhero things.”
“You looked a little happy to be going on patrol.” She said. I shrugged, an innocent smile on my face. “Maybe it’s just because ghost getter #1 is back in town.” I said, smiling.
She rolled her eyes. “Its’ a school night. Be home at a reasonable time.” She smirked, leaving me alone. I breathed a sigh of relief, taking off and heading in the general direction of Sam’s house. I sped over, nervousness curling in my belly as I got closer. What did Sam really want to talk about? Was she going to want to forget it happened at all?
I landed on her narrow balcony and knocked on the window. Sam got up from her desk and opened the window, looking nervous herself. “Hey.” She breathed as I stepped in. “Hey.” I smiled, looking around the room I had been in just hours before.
“So, talking is a thing.” Sam started. I laughed, nodding. “Yeah.”
“This should be weirder, shouldn’t it?” Sam asked, giving me a look. I shrugged. “Only if you make it weird. It doesn’t have to be. We’ve been friends forever.”
Sam looked conflicted. “But to be comfortable with what we did last night, we would have to be comfortable with thinking of the other person as more than a friend.”
That floored me. Shit. I’ve kept my crush on her a secret for six years of my life and now, after we had sex, she calls me out on it. Unbelievable. Wait---
“Think of each other?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Danny.”
I shrugged, blushing. “Of course, at some point, I’ve thought of you as more than a friend, Sam. You are beautiful, talented, and you are unique. You are so much more than any other girl, it’s hard to just think of you as a friend.”
Sam was quiet and then she took a deep breath, her purple eyes hardening as they looked in my own anxious blue. “Then don’t.” She whispered.
I tilted my head. “What do you mean?” I asked. She strode over, throwing one leg over one of my own and the other over my other leg, straddling my legs and placing her hands on my shoulders. “Don’t think of me as just a friend.” She whispered; her face impossibly close to mine.
“Okay.” I whispered, swallowing around my fear. “But only if you do the same.” I told her. “Deal.” She said, our lips barely brushing together.
I closed the distance myself when she made no move, grabbing her small waist in my hands as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Kissing Sam would get addicting after awhile, I thought as I flipped her around, pressing her between myself and her mattress, her hands sliding roughly down my shoulders and resting on my waist as I placed my hands on either side of her head.
I pulled away slightly, looking in her barely open eyes, her pupils blown as she breathed heavily. “don’t stop.” She whispered, her legs wrapping around my waist, crossing at the ankles just on the base of my spine.
“Never.” I whispered back, bringing her lips back to mine roughly.
…
I opened one eye to pitch darkness, groaning and rolling over. Light purple light flooded against my closed eyelids and I opened my eyes to Sam’s alarm clock. 8:50 a.m. school definitely started an hour ago.
I groaned, sitting up before a pale hand pressed against my chest, effectively pushing me back down. A startled laugh left my lips as Sam straddled me again, nude and, well, uh.
She smirked down at me. “You wanna ditch with me?” she whispered against my cheekbone. “We are already an hour late so why not?” My voice cracked, making her laugh at me before pressing our lips together again.
That’s how the day pretty much went. We ignored our phones, lost in each other and thankful that Sam’s parents and grandmother were out of town on business and had left their eighteen-year-old daughter home alone.
Around four o’clock, we were dozing after a warm shower when there was a loud knock on her bedroom door. The noise had startled me enough that I had gone invisible, just in time for Tucker and Jazz to barge through the door. I quickly made my clothes invisible too, getting in the closet to change.
“Where have you been all day? Danny’s missing.”
I watched as Sam blinked. “Oh. Uh, sleeping?”
“Put on some clothes, we have to go!” Jazz said, giving me my que to phase out of Sam’s room, and then back in through the window. “They were out of---”
I let a blush overtake my features as I ‘realized’ Sam was naked. “I was gone for like fifteen minutes----”
“I was cold, so I wanted a shower.” Sam blushed, hiking up the sheet to further cover her body.
“Danny where have you been?” Jazz demanded. “Sam wasn’t feeling the best, so we ditched. She texted me this morning.” I told them.
Tucker sighed. “I told you. They always skip together when Sam is sick when her parents are out of town. Your parents won’t notice the absence like mine will.” He told Jazz.
She huffed and stormed out. “See you at home, Danny.”
Tucker cracked a grin. “Sam, seriously though, put on some clothes, Danny isn’t going to be able to control himself.” He winked, walking out of the room.
I breathed a sigh of relief, before looking at Sam, who was shaking her head. “He’s not wrong.” She whispered, and I promptly threw a pillow at her face. “Shut up.” I blushed, making her laugh.
I didn’t know that would be the start of the best (and secret) relationship I could have.
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Three months later
Fridays were my favorite days. Fridays were the days that school was over, I wouldn’t have to worry about homework until Sunday night, and…. well, I usually stayed the night with Sam on Fridays.
The first month, I tried to go over as much as I could, but I got grounded one Tuesday when my mom found out that I had snuck out to hang out with ‘Tucker’. I wasn’t allowed out of the house for two weeks, and she checked my bedroom at midnight, three am, and finally woke me up at six thirty every morning for school.
She finally let up a week and a half later when my dad told her to cut me some slack, and it was harming her too as she wasn’t getting enough sleep. I promised her I would stay home all week and not sneak out again.
Sam and I decided on Friday’s, because her parents always went out until the next night on Fridays. Either for business trips or for personal date trips to NYC.
I sat in Mr. Lancer’s classroom, foot tapping against the hard floor of the classroom. Valerie hit me on the back of the head. “Quit fidgeting.” She snapped.
I turned with an apologetic grin and tried to pay attention to the last bits of Shakespeare Lancer was trying to spew out before the final bell. This was one of the only classes I didn’t share with my friends. Senior year had me in an extra English class to ensure I was getting the help I needed to graduate on time. I was doing a lot better with school this year, all a’s and one b (math. I would always be bad at math).
Lancer stopped talking and gave the six of us in the class with him a small smile. “You all have improved a lot in this semester alone, so go ahead and have the last ten minutes to leave and go home. Have a great weekend.”
I grinned, packing up my notebooks and running out the door to my locker, waiting patiently at Sam’s locker as the bell rang.
She exited her French class, giving me a large smile. “Ready for the weekend?” She asked with a small smile. “Of course.”
Tucker appeared by our side with a large smile. “Will you guys go on a double date with me and Valerie?”
Sam and I’s heads snapped to him with confused faces. “Double date?” Sam asked. Tucker rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I’ll explain this to your innocent ears. Valerie won’t go on a first date with me alone. Dinner and movie, the four of us, you guys just hang out. It’s better than setting Danny up with someone he wouldn’t even go out with.”
Sam laughed. “Too true. Okay, that’s fine with me. When?”
“Saturday. Dinner at 6, and movie at 8:45. That new one with Sandra Bullock.”
I shrugged. “I’m cool with that. What do me and Sam do while you are putting the moves on Val? Are we sitting together?” I asked.
Tucker shrugged. “We’ll see how dinner goes. We could probably get away with not sitting together at the movies, but obviously at dinner.”
I nodded, bumping Sam’s shoulder with mine. “Cool, it’s a date.” I winked. They laughed and we all walked to Sam’s car. Valerie ran to catch up with us, grinning at Tucker.
“Sam and Danny are going to go on that double date with us? '
Valerie sighed in exasperation, but still with a smile. “Are you guys sure you don’t want to bring actual dates? Sam you can do way better than him.” Valerie joked.
I gasped. “Omg. I’ll have you know that I am a wonderful date. But this is a chance for you and Tucker to get to know each other, and we aren’t going to make ourselves uncomfortable by being peer pressuredinto going on a date with whoever.” I waved her off.
She shrugged. “Just lookin out for you guys.” She said, getting into the backseat of Sam’s four door, black car. I got in shot gun and Tucker sat next to Val as Sam finished putting her backpack in her trunk, getting into the driver’s seat and driving towards Tucker’s house first.
“I can hang out with you for a bit before I go to work.” Valerie offered Tucker who nodded. “Sounds cool. I think my mom is making meatloaf or something that you can eat before you go.”
Sam stopped outside of Tucker’s house, pausing as the couple got out and waved goodbye. “See you tomorrow!” Tucker waved, before mouthing “patrol?”
I nodded, giving a thumbs up. Sam grinned. “What do you want to do for the next couple of hours?” She asked, her eyes having a humorous gleam.
I rolled my own, leaning over the center console and capturing her lips with my own, not caring if anyone was watching.
Sam pulled away with a laugh and continued driving down the road, a comfortable silence passing between us. “So…I’m going to take a pregnancy test when we get home.” Sam said nonchalantly, and it was a bad time to sipping out of a water bottle. I coughed violently, Sam chuckling to herself.
“Oh?” I asked. She nodded. “I…. I’m late.” She said, blushing. “I didn’t realize it since we had been, well, you know…. having a good time recently, and I didn’t notice I hadn’t been on my period since we first slept together.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
She nodded. “I just want to be sure…it could be nothing. Sometimes increased sexual activity will fuck with your hormones a bit, but…. yeah.”
I reached over and plucked her hand off of the steering wheel, holding it in my own on the center console. “No matter what, I’m not going anywhere.” I told her. She smiled; her eyes suspiciously glossy. She brought my hand up and kissed my knuckles, her eyes going back to the road while taking a shaky breath. “I know.”
…
I sat on Sam’s bed, anxiously tapping my feet as Sam walked around her room, eyes trailing towards the bathroom every so often. My phone buzzed in my hand, a text from Tucker, when the timer she had set on her phone went off.
She paled and paused in front of the bathroom, I stood up, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans and waiting by the door as she looked at the test on the counter with fear. Her face dropped and I saw a tear fall from her eye before she sat on her bathtub with her hands on her face.
I looked at the test, seeing a little pink plus sign and sat next to her, holding her close. “What do we do? I didn’t think I’d actually…” She sobbed.
I rubbed her shoulder and shrugged. The situation was not ideal. Not only did no one know we were dating (even I didn’t know if we were actually dating or just having a sexual relationship) but we were not even done with high school yet and wouldn’t be for seven more months.
“We’ll figure it out. We always do.” I whispered. She nodded, her tears slowing as she looked up at me. “I’m scared.” She whispered.
“Me too.” I agreed. “Out of everyone though,” I said, turning to face her, “I’m glad it’s you. There’s no one else I’d rather be tied to for the rest of my life.” I told her.
She blushed, biting her lip, before she placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me soundly. She let her hands go down my sides as I gripped her waist, before she was pulling away and pulling my shirt over my head.
“We don’t have to.” I told her, even though she had been the one to initiate it. She shook her head, placing one finger over my lips to get me to stop talking. “I want to.” She said, reaching behind me to turn on the water of the shower. I tilted my head, before remembering her parents had been packing and she had to sneak me up the stairs without them noticing.
She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off of me, including my boxers, and pushed me lightly into the bathtub, the showerhead raining down over my body in a satisfying heat. She finished undressing herself and got in with me, straddling my waist and blocking the water from hitting my chest. The water flowed over her body, wetting her hair.
I dragged a piece of hair to behind her ear and sat up, kissing her on the mouth. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back just as fierce as she closed the shower curtain.
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