Who: Iggy and Sam Ford When: After school What: These boys need to talk! Warnings: One can only hope.
Sam had a lot on his mind. His dad had finally told Eliot that he was his son, but as a result, Eliot and his dad weren't really talking. Sam was glad Eliot was reaching out to him, at least--it was kind of nice to have a brother--but he knew his Dad needed him, too. Sam was worried that his dad would start drinking again. Nate seemed to be in a better place, but it was a worry that always nagged at Sam, especially during times of stress. Sophie was there too, which made Sam feel a little better. Nate had told him it was okay to go spend time with Eliot, and to go spend time with Iggy.
Iggy. There was another thing weighing heavily on his mind. On the one hand, he was glad he'd finally written that letter to the other boy to let him know how he felt. They were still friends, and still able to talk to eachother, so that was good. Sam wasn't expecting some fairytale ending, but at the time he'd thought the two alternatives were: A) And they lived happily ever after, or B) And Iggy hated Sam's guts and they never talked again. He wasn't really prepared for this limbo status. He was beginning to convince himself that he would end up an old maid, pining after Iggy forever. Things could be worse, he supposed. Somehow, they could probably be worse.
After dropping his books off at home and checking on his Dad, Sam headed to Alaska, via portkey. It was still weird to Sam that Alaska wasn't totally covered with snow. It was chilly, and he was glad he'd grabbed a jacket, but it was beautiful. He headed toward Iggy's house.