Sweetheart Sam (sweetheartsam) wrote in allsnotwell_rpg, @ 2009-11-11 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice longbottom, samuel huntington |
Who: ALISAM!
What: Random encounter?
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Somewhere outside
Rating: TBD
As usual, after classes, Sam had ventured completely the opposite direction from his common room. There was something about sauntering around the building on his own that soothed him. It allowed Sam to get lost in his own reverie. At the moment, he found himself cracking a smile at the thought of Sinead. Just a few days ago, he had asked her to the dance. Why, he had no clue himself. The thought about taking her never crossed his mind until the moment they were talking. Maybe it was to take her mind off of Leroy, or maybe it was to take his mind off of Alice. He and Alice were great friends, someone he was fiercely loyal to. And, needless to say, Sam had such an infatuation with her that even he couldn’t understand. However, he refused to push the boundaries of friendship because of the life he had back home.
Of course he didn’t anticipate anything to happen between Sinead either. It was nothing against her, because hell, she was a lovely girl as well. It was just the responsibility that constantly weighted on his shoulders was pulling him back from any type of relationship. It was a sacrifice…sort of. Because only God knows, Sam wasn’t exactly a genius when it came to the female species. Actually, he was a complete and utter idiot when it came to girls. They ask you if their arse looks big in those jeans, you’re honest and say yes in a polite matter, and then they’re not speaking to you for a month!
And then speaking of Alice, Sam had caught sight of the blond girl outside. He leaned sideways against the wall, shoving his hand in the pocket of his dress pants just…staring. Watching her from behind. His lips drew a thin line, taking a step forward and a step back for about five minutes, entirely indecisive if he should talk to her because frankly, he was fully content just looking at her. Fuck, I’m a creep, he thought to himself. So with a sigh, he went fourth and approached her. “Alice,” he said with a wide smile. And this is the part where something witty would come through his lips, but he couldn’t really think of anything. So he had just offered a gauche grin, “Aren’t you cold?” Aren’t you cold? Insert face palm here.