Ch. 2 - Unspeakable Truths
“Nice house,” Laura Chapman said when entering Sam’s house.
“Thanks. My parents are never home, but I plan on moving out in a couple months anyway.”
“Really? Do you think we’ll be going back by then?” she asked, sitting on a nearby couch.
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that. I just kinda want to get out,” he said snickering.
“Oh.” They both shared a laugh. It was good to laugh, for both of them. But Sam wanted to get down to business. He wanted to know so much what made his beautiful Laura so desperate that she had to make out with him in the middle of the street. Not that he minded, but she seemed really….I don’t know…scared? Sam didn’t know, but he was about to find out.
“Laura?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“Yeah?” she asked, getting nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous, this is Sam!
“Is something the matter?”
“Um…no.”
“Laura,” he said in a suggestive manner.
Oh Sam…how do you always know when something’s wrong. Laura gazed into Sam’s eyes, wondering if she should say something, but then glanced back down with such interest to the wooden floor.
“Alright. Sam….I…I…can’t.”
“Come on,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know!” she said, rubbing her forehead and walking across the room to the window. Sam was really worried now, staring at every movement, and going over every memory with Laura. They were all so wonderful. What was wrong?
“Sam!” she said, turning to face him after a few moments.
“Yeah?”
“Oh…Sam!” she whispered, collapsing onto him for a tender hug. “Hold me.”
That’s exactly what Sam did. That’s all he could do. He just held her in his gentle embrace for what seemed like hours, wondering what it was, hoping to find out, hating himself for not knowing sooner. Laura! What is it? What can’t you tell me?
“Thanks. My parents are never home, but I plan on moving out in a couple months anyway.”
“Really? Do you think we’ll be going back by then?” she asked, sitting on a nearby couch.
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that. I just kinda want to get out,” he said snickering.
“Oh.” They both shared a laugh. It was good to laugh, for both of them. But Sam wanted to get down to business. He wanted to know so much what made his beautiful Laura so desperate that she had to make out with him in the middle of the street. Not that he minded, but she seemed really….I don’t know…scared? Sam didn’t know, but he was about to find out.
“Laura?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“Yeah?” she asked, getting nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous, this is Sam!
“Is something the matter?”
“Um…no.”
“Laura,” he said in a suggestive manner.
Oh Sam…how do you always know when something’s wrong. Laura gazed into Sam’s eyes, wondering if she should say something, but then glanced back down with such interest to the wooden floor.
“Alright. Sam….I…I…can’t.”
“Come on,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know!” she said, rubbing her forehead and walking across the room to the window. Sam was really worried now, staring at every movement, and going over every memory with Laura. They were all so wonderful. What was wrong?
“Sam!” she said, turning to face him after a few moments.
“Yeah?”
“Oh…Sam!” she whispered, collapsing onto him for a tender hug. “Hold me.”
That’s exactly what Sam did. That’s all he could do. He just held her in his gentle embrace for what seemed like hours, wondering what it was, hoping to find out, hating himself for not knowing sooner. Laura! What is it? What can’t you tell me?