Sam Ford (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} treated) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-07-29 21:34:00 |
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What: Nothing! Nothing at all! What makes you think something's going to happen? Nothing's going to happen!
Where: Pizza place in Brooklyn.
Warnings: You people are relentless!
Sam was a complete idiot, he decided after re-reading his comments to Iggy. What a spaz. He just hadn't been expecting to talk to Iggy. He'd avoided the tall, gorgeous blond guy with wings--wings--for months. Sam was convinced he was the only gay teenager in the world and, not having a chance with anyone, preferred to admire his crushes from afar.
Suddenly being healed, then suddenly finding out his best friend had disappeared, then suddenly being invited to pizza with the guy he'd crushed on since day one? Well, it was a little overwhelming for Sam Ford.
He didn't give himself much time to dwell on it, though. Five minutes to get to the bridge meant he had to head for the portkey right away. He briefly considered jogging--he hadn't been able to run in eight years--but decided against it. Sweat, and all. He still made it to the portkey with plenty of time, heading for the bridge and looking for the wings.