sam runs around (inatowel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-01 07:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mike lane, samantha harris |
Who: Samantha Harris and Mike Lane
What: A Date
When: Recently
Where: Mike's Place
Rating/Warnings: Teenish/Teasing, light sexual connotations.
Status: Closed/Completed Gdoc
A new semester had started, work was still going wonderful and Sam? Well, she couldn't complain even if sometimes she felt a little stressed out. Such as life, she supposed. Despite all of the craziness that she felt was her life, Sam had made time for friends, family and tonight she'd shot Mike a short text asking if he was busy.
She agreed to pick up food for the two of them before she came over once she got off work. She called in their order after she clocked out, and went straight to the restaurant to pick it up. Sam wouldn't force her eating habits on anyone, so she'd picked a place that had both vegan and regular food.
After getting their food, Sam headed to Mike's. She'd been there once, maybe twice by now, and so it was easy enough for her to find. Things between the two of them seemed to be going rather well. Sam honestly couldn't ask for a better friend in Mike even if she was starting to fall for him. Okay, she'd been falling for a while, but she wasn't going to push for anything.
They had a good thing going, and Sam wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual. Rejection didn't concern her, what concerned her was the possibility of losing a friendship. That didn't sit well with her, but maybe, just maybe she'd tell him if he hadn't already figured it out.
Knowing Mike he probably already had.
Sam juggled the food, drinks and her purse in her arms before she finally got things situated outside of Mike's door. She gave a knock, and waited on him to answer.
~*~
Heading for the door, Mike tossed the towel he'd just dried his hair with toward the floor. He knew Sam was bringing food. He'd put on a clean shirt and jeans, not bothered with socks or shoes. It was his place; Sam was the kind of girl who didn't put on airs. She had no one to impress and wasn't impressed by anyone either. Mike could be himself around her without worrying he would make her run for the hills because he was closer to the starving part than the artist part in his life's goals.
"Hey," Mike offered, opening the door to let her in, "Can I get some of that for you?"
He reached to get some of her burdens away from her. She was a nice girl who'd remembered to bring food he would like even if she liked to eat purely Vegan. They were going to enjoy the night as far as Mike was concerned though he wasn't too sure what enjoying the night might mean for them. There was a line with Sam he hadn't crossed. Mike knew what happened with most women when they wandered over that line with him.
Mike Lane stopped being Mike Lane and became Magic Mike.
"Come on in. The place is pretty bare right now since I haven't had a lot of time to decorate my own place. I'm too busy selling what I make to decorate anyone else's house who thinks they want some of my designs around them."
Mike moved back to let Sam in, closing the door behind her as he made his way to the kitchen area of his open floor apartment. The only rooms which were walled off were the bathroom and his bedroom. If he had his way? The whole place would have been gutted to make it fully open to the public with the exception of the toilet since there was absolutely no way to make a toilet look good in any environment.
~*~
"Oh yeah, here." She handed over a bag happily and then lifted a shoulder, "Hey, I know you're busy working your ass off for everyone else." She laughed softly as she made her way into his place. It being bare wasn't really a concern for her. It was the way that it was, and she figured that eventually he'd make it his own.
Sam knew exactly how much, and how hard Mike worked for his business. She couldn't fault him for that, or for the lack of furniture. "It still looks good." She responded, glancing over at him as she went to go place the bags she had down. "Oh, and I got you something non-vegan that I thought you would enjoy it." Sam gave him a grin and then began to go through the bags.
"Alright, so I figured we could watch a movie and chill while we eat. I don't know about you but today was crazy for me." She was so ready for Spring Break. She wasn't sure what she was going to do yet, but anything involving getting away from the OC was high on her list at this point.
Once she'd set the food out, she sat down herself and let out a long breath. "If you don't have a Netflix login I've got one." Sam lived off Netflix most days even if it was just background noise while she was working on homework.
~*~
"Netflix and chill is my new religion. Of course I have a login."
Mike handed the remote to his blu ray player to her, "Knock yourself out. Red Netflix button built right in. You get that set up and I'm getting plates. Food is good. Food is very very good."
There was something nice about getting comfortable with a woman in his place again. He had wanted to settle down. Brooke had felt as if she were his last chance. Mike was glad he had been wrong about that. Depression was something men faced as much as women when their relationships failed; it was just they didn't make as many movies about men eating ice cream while bemoaning the loss of their lover.
Probably because most guys drowned their sorrows in pussy.
He threw himself onto a corner of his couch with a full plate in hand.
"Come on, get comfortable. I think we've got this good to go."
~*~
She laughed at that, "Alright, alright I gotcha." She wondered for a moment if he knew what that meant, or if he was a Netflix and chill sort of guy. Something told Sam that it was quite possible that he was, or could be, but that didn't bother her. It wasn't as if they were anything more than friends, so it was fine.
"Awesome." She singsonged, reaching for the remote before pushing the Netflix button. As the screen came up, she began to search through a few choices, clicking her tongue with each passing movie that didn't really capture her interest. There were shows which it could be fun to start a new series with Mike.
"What do you think about Tucker and Dale VS Evil?" She glanced over at him after taking the plate from him. "It's hilarious, with a little bit of 'horror movie' tossed in." Sam personally loved the spoof and thought it was great.
She shifted enough to actually take her shoes off, and she let out a long breath. "There, that is better."
~*~
Food occupied Mike's time while Sam chose what she wanted to watch. He was amused to see her skipping over a lot of the same things he did himself. There was enough diversity on the streaming site to appeal to almost anyone. Mike tended to prefer watching funny things over drama. He had enough of that in his life. Horror wasn't something he'd ever spent a lot of time with since he had his own horrors to deal with just trying to live a normal life.
"I think that sounds fun. I haven't seen it so it'll be something new for me and something you won't mind if I distract you a little while we're watching. I mean, what kind of host would I be if I didn't offer to rub your feet during the movie?"
Mike thought women weren't pampered enough. There were guys who thought pampering was taking the dishes to the sink or putting their dirty laundry in the hamper rather than on the floor. Girls grew up expecting chocolate or flowers for special occasions. Boys expected a good steak -cooked by someone else- and expensive toys. Life wasn't the same for men and women in terms of experiences.
He wished more men appreciated women the way he did.
Mike also wished he could find a woman who'd appreciate him the way he'd appreciate her.
"I like doing things like that. Foot rubs and dinner at home and watching movies. Are you usually okay with something like this or is this not too much your scene?"
~*~
Sam's brows furrowed slightly as she hit play on the remote. Sam couldn't honestly say that anyone had offered to rub her feet before while they watched a movie. Settling back, Sam glanced over at Mike. "Not one that I've ever had. Sure, I've had guys distract me during movies, but not with foot rubs." She laughed softly, grabbing her plate and pulling it up onto her lap.
As the movie started, Sam began to eat, and then Mike spoke again.
Curiously she glanced over at him, and smiled. "Yeah, I like this too. I'm a homebody. Not that I'm like, opposed to going out or anything like that, but I just prefer not being around a lot of people." The dreams hadn't helped her in that regard either, she felt more on edge, jumpy and with the way the OC was? She felt like sometimes she was constantly looking over her shoulder.
"And I'm definitely not opposed to foot rubs either. Just so you know." She gave Mike a wink with a chuckle and then turned her attention back to the television while she continued eating. "Do you miss it?" She asked, glancing back over at Mike, "The whole nightlife, club scene thing?"
~*~
"Sometimes."
Mike looked away from the movie to consider Sam. She was cute, very cute. There were plenty of clubs he'd have loved to have taken her to for a few rounds on the dance floor. He liked the adoration. Some of the attention did it for him, but mostly? Mike loved the music. Feeling the beat beneath his feet, following the flow of it with his body? That was the real high for him and he couldn't get that feeling anywhere else.
None of the women who appreciated him on the dance floor wanted to know what he was really like when he was home.
Smiling, he said, "I love the music. I love dancing. I'm good at it. It's one of the few things I am good at and it makes me feel alive. I'm getting too old for the scene all the same. I'm honestly surprised you're willing to spend time with me when I know you have to get asked out by a hundred boy wonders every day."
~*~
Sam had honestly thought that would be his answer. She couldn't fault him for it either since it did sound like a lot of fun, even if it wasn't really her pace.
"Psh, I'm sure you're good at a lot of things, Mike." She gave him a half smile and then snorted softly. "Please, I have my nose stuck in a book more often than not, and when I'm not working? I'm at home, studying, and catching up on classwork." Leaning forward she grabbed her drink and took a sip.
"It is what it is though, and I wouldn't trade what I'm doing now for anything, you know? I want to become a lawyer, and make a difference in the world." Sam truly did believe that she could make a difference one day. Sam wasn't thinking about making a difference right this second, but maybe one day.
Placing her drink back down, Sam took in a deep breath. "I don't worry too much about my romantic life. I figure whatever is going to happen will. What I do know is that I like hanging out with you, and I think you're funny, talented, and sweet." He was hot too, but Sam figured he heard that enough to last him several lifetimes. Besides, there was way more to Mike than that, and she didn't want to just focus on his physical attributes.
~*~
Sometimes people needed to simply be with other people. Mike put his plate down as he twisted on the couch, reaching for Sam's feet, "Here, let me rub your feet and you can continue to flatter me."
Mike wasn't so sure he was good at pretty much anything other than what he'd told Sam about. His furniture had its ups and its downs. Some pieces were easy for him. They fairly built themselves. Others? Mike could spend weeks trying to come up with a decent schematic or even a working blueprint for because he could see what he wanted in his head yet didn't have the technical skills to recreate it.
College had been something he'd thought about for a while. Older students than him existed. He could go and try for a degree. There were things he could learn in a college which would benefit him, but would he really be happy in some classroom when he could be in his workroom building? What could they teach him he couldn't learn from hands-on experience?
Business skills came to mind.
That was something he could worry about later.
"I want to settle down. Someday. I want the whole thing, you know? Wife. Kids. House in the suburbs. I'm not too picky about the dog or the cat. I figure I'd let my wife decide that. Or the kids. I'm easy to please. Right now? All I want is to finish watching this movie with you and after---well I guess we'll see."
~*~
Laughing Sam toed her shoes off, and moved to swing her legs up into his lap. "Alright, let's see...you're a great dancer, at least, I figure you are. I haven't seen your moves yet." She teased him with a grin.
There were plenty of other things that she thought about Mike, but the subject change made her smile.
Sam wanted a family, the whole white picket fence too with kids. That was way down the line as far as she saw it. "I'd want a dog, I think." She nodded, "It'd add to that whole suburban experience." She laughed with a shake of her head, and then her brows rose slightly at his last comment.
"Mhm, I guess we will see, especially that whole making it through the movie part." Sam was fine with whatever was going to or not going to happen tonight. For now, however, she was content just to sit there with Mike, while watching one of her favorite movies.