It All Started With Candy

Part 4:

The rest of the walk home was okay. I just couldn't stop thinking about Sam. Why was he being so nice to me? Especially if I met him just yesterday. And why did he have to leave like that? And when will I see him next? I would ask him, but that would be very intrusive and probably freak him out.

I went inside and walked up the stairs into my apartment. Haha maybe this dude is stalking me. That would defiantly me my luck wouldn't it? I chuckled at that thought as I unlocked my apartment door and walked inside.

I put my bag on the counter and I took my jacket off. I looked at my watch and it said 2:47 pm. I wonder what I will do for the rest of the day. That's when I remembered Sam's number in my notebook. I opened my bag and grabbed my notebook. I found the page and tore it out.

I walked into my bedroom to get my phone from the charger. I grabbed my phone and opened the contacts. I walked over to my couch and sat down with a small smile. I put Sammy's number in and saved it under "Moose". When should I text him? Will it sound too clingy? What if he can't text me from what happened earlier? Is it too early? When will it be too late? What if he changed his mind and doesn't want to talk? I tried to push those thoughts away and just started typing.

"Hi Sammy! I hope I put your number in right. It would be embarrassing if I texted the wrong person." I put my phone face down on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them. I feel like a teenage girl who has just texted her crush for the first time, but instead I'm a gay college guy who just texted his crush for the first time. Maybe I shouldn't have texted as early as I did.

After a few minutes of waiting anxiously for a reply, my phone chimed. I picked up my phone to see a message from Moose. I unlocked my phone to read it.

"Hey Gabriel! Yeah you got my number right. I was actually hoping I wrote it down right saying that I wasn't looking at the paper when I wrote it. I would feel bad if I gave you the wrong number. And I didn't write it on anything important right?" Well that's actually a better response then I was expecting to get.

"No it was just a blank paper."

"Well I'm glad to hear that. You seemed pretty busy doing what I'm assuming as college junk?" I smiled down at my phone. Wow he actually wants to have a conversation with me.

"Yeah it's just this dumb old project that's due Friday. I thought it would be a good idea to not procrastinate but that didn't happen. It's harder when there's a hot and sweet guy like you there to distract me ;)"

At that moment I heard a rather loud knock on my door followed by a female voice.

"Hey loser it's me. Open up." Oh crap. There's no way I can text him while she's here. I type a little message out to Moosey.

"As much as I like talking to you, I have to take a raincheck. Sorry, we could talk later maybe?" I stand up and start heading to the door when my phone chimes.

"Its okay. And yeah, I'd like that." I smile and open the door. A very familiar very annoyed red headed girl is standing in my doorway. She pushes her way in past me.

"What took you so long dude? You kept me waiting for a WHOLE minute!" Now she's just messing with me. I sloppily sign to her.

"Well sorry Charlie, I didn't know you were coming over and believe it or not I have a life." She looked at me with total shock and then burst out laughing while sitting on the couch.

"Listen dude, I know were college buddies, but I known you for 2 years in college and I know for a fact that you do not have much of a social life if not any."

I smiled at her in a mocking tone and signed, "Well believe it or not I've actually been out of the house quite a bit for my standards for the past few days." She looked so shocked, for real this time.

"Really??? Who's the lucky guy that's gotten you out of the house this much?" I start blushing and look away and I sign there is no guy. She sat up on the couch in disbelief.

"No way. I was joking but is there actually is guy you met??? Tell me! I need to know all about him!" I give an audible sigh. There's no way I'm going to get out of this one. I sit down on the couch and put my hand on my lap, questioning if it would be easier to sign or to talk. I start signing.

"Well it all started when I ran out of candy."

I told her everything that happened in a summary that wasn't too long. I looked at her and she was giving me that face she makes a new ship. Oh no, this can't be good at all.

"Dude! This sounds like fate to me! Three different spots in 2 days??? And he gave you his phone number that close to your face?! And the flirting!" Oh god no she's doing it again. She got up and started jumping around my apartment and squealing like a little child that just got a new puppy. She suddenly stopped jumping and turned to me. She glances at my phone sitting next to me and gave me a devilish grin.

She lunges for my phone and I practically shout, "Oh know you don't!" and I grab the phone and run to the other side of my room. My sudden outburst actually hurt my voice a bit from the lack of use. She followed me and gave me her puppy dog eyes.

"Oh I just have to meet him! I want to message him so the three of us can meet up!" I sign her a no, and I sign that first of all, that's kinda creepy. It's like, oh hey dude. I know we just met and all but let me introduce you to my best friend. She gave me a sour face and walked back to my couch and slumped down in defeat. After a minute of her pouting and her hoping that I would change my mind, she turned to me.

"I don't know man. If you see this guy again without intending to meet him, then I think fate's trying to tell you something." I roll my eyes and she stands up from the couch.

"Well I have shit to do so I better get going. Later!" And just like that, she walked out of the front door and headed down the steps to leave the apartment. I walk into the kitchen and see the bag of suckers laying there. Oh god it feels like forever since I've had candy and I feel like I'm going through sugar withdraw. I quickly find my favorite one and pop it into my mouth.

I looked around my apartment and saw my bag on the counter. Crap, my project. I slowly walked over to my bag and took it to my table. If I don't get it done now, then I won't do it and I'll end up procrastinating again and it'll be terrible. I'm really trying to break that habit so I've been trying to do it early. I sat down and started working on it determined to get the project done.
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And just like that chapter 4 is on here! Woooo! I'm just glad i have the first 10 chapters prewritten! Anyway, please comment and vote if you're enjoying to story!

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