Who: Sam and Candy What: Talking about srs stuff Warnings: Nah.. maybe language?
Sam had been pacing around his room enough that he thought he was going to wear the carpet thin. He'd been trying to think of how to talk to his dad, and eventually came back to the conclusion that he shouldn't tell Dad. With everything already so messed up between them, now obviously wasn't the time. And it wasn't like it was urgent or anything. But Sophie seemed to think it would be best if the Ford men talked. Sometimes he doubted the woman's sanity.
He needed someone he could talk to. Sophie was great, but now that she knew there was something hanging there, she would either keep telling him to tell Nathan, or she would try to figure out what it was. Even though he thought Sophie would take it better than Nate, for some reason he felt like it was one thing he couldn't tell Sophie first. His Dad needed to know before Sophie. He just...did. Even if that meant yelling or getting kicked out of the house.
He needed to get out and clear his head. He didn't have his old friends here, but he was making new ones. He'd asked Candy out to grab a bite to eat, and was heading to the little diner. It was just a few blocks away, and Sam's legs weren't hurting as much so he walked. The bell on the door rang as he opened it and he looked around the small establishment to see if Candy had beaten him here.