It's You.

5

(Author: Bro I hated how long I wanted to wait this out but using my plot line I had to draw it out this long)

Sam raised his hand from his notebook and smiled.
"EEEE! HIHIHI! So much has happened, so as you can see I recovered from whatever that was, the doctors needed to take further testing or something to figure it out, but I was allowed to be dismissed so I went home. I haven't worked in the last few days so I havnt had money to pay the bills so the electricity's out for now, but it'll be back soon."

Sam sighed. "I've been gone so long I feel like I've been missing out, what did you did this weekend?"
Sam nodded along intently, hanging on to every word.

"Ugh, I cant believe Halloween is just around the corner, I love Halloween, just, the spooky feelings and everything. I have some left over decorations in my attic that I'm going to be setting up. It's just some fake spiderwebs and fake spiders and little ghost figures and porcelains, things I got from my parents that they got from their parents. Do you decorate for Halloween?"

Sam nodded, "okay then, I get it."
He smiled and started making his way towards his hallway connecting his living room to his kitchen. He reached up and pull the cord in the ceiling. A bundle of stairs fell down and he slid them open. Climbing up into the attic he coughed and started waving his hand I'm front of his face.
"Dude, it's so damn dusty up here."

He hoisted himself up into the attic and stood up brushing the very real cobwebs off his sweatpants. He then started digging through random boxes he had up there trying to find the Halloween decorations.

"Awww, look at this." They hold up a photo of him as a baby.
"God I was so chubby. Look at my arms, they're like little hams. Gross, why did my mom take a picture of me in the tub, the more I look at myself I was a gross baby. OH MY GOD IS THAT A COMBOVER?! NO NO NONONO WE'RE DONE."
He quickly closed that box again and started speed walking to the next box.

He opened it and inside was a bunch of papers from his younger years in school.
"Oh, my handwriting used to be so neat in second grade, like halfway through I guess my hand just gave up and I've had sloppy writing ever since."
He blew some dust off the plastic totes in the boxes and opened one up.

"I REMEMBER THIS." He pulled out a bunch of papers that were clasped together with a single ring at the top.
"This was the first book I ever entered in a contest."
It had the words "1st place" stamped on the front. He laughed fondly.
"I was so proud of this. This book was one of my favorite. I took all my favorite characters at the time and mixed him into this one dude with a shit ton of flaws and apparently after it went to the contests a shit ton of other teens around my age all wanted to buy it. Apparently they saw a bit of themselves in the main character and it made them feel not so alone. I hope it helped some of them through some tough times."
They sighed happily and carefully set the papers back in the tote.
"So, do you have any favorite books?"
He nodded with what you answered.
"I'll have to check them out some time."

He shrugged.
"I don't know, I cant find em, I'll keep looking for em, I'll see you later yeah?"