"Not if I murder him first," she whispered, only loud enough for Silas to hear. "Hey." She tilted her head back until she was looking at Blake upsidedown, her neck exposed to the air and the stars. "You don't own the fucking roof. Shuuuuuuut the fuck up. Or I'll steal your books. And don't think I won't."
He was stunned for a moment, a smile curling up in one corner of his lips, somewhat impressed by Sam's words. A woman with fire, I like that.
"Just kill him, it would be easier." Shade mumbled, another twitch came to his neck, his hands curled up into fists.
"You realise Sam would hate Silas if you murdered him. She wouldn't forgive Silas!" Gardenia spoke softly. "You don't want to risk that, do you?"
No, he didn't. With a heavy sigh, Shade backed down, turning away from the other boy. "The things I do…" he whispered, just loud enough for Sam to hear.
"For what?" she whispered back, bringing her head back up. "And I know we got interrupted but you still gotta tell me a secret." She wasn't about to let him off the hook because some nerd thought they were being too loud. Luckily for him, she was much more in the mood to sit here with Silas then to fight someone. Which was rare. Sam was almost always in the mood to fight someone.
Min-Hyuk stood up out of hiding and closed his book abruptly with a sigh. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before looking at them with an obviously unamused look. "너희들은 너무 흥미롭지 않다." He says with a soft voice as he walked to the ledge, jumping down and quickly swinging into his bedroom. He kept the window open and sat down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling.
(Response to the Korean: Wow, rude.)
I'm sorry, I can't sit here while some brat disrespects us..
"I'm going to take control again, okay?" Silas murmured as Shade closed his eyes.
The two of them switched places, only defined by a subtle hitch in Silas' breath. He opened his eyes, turning to face Sam with a bright yet awkward smile. "I didn't want to kill him, I figured you wouldn't have liked to be associated with a murderer."
Now for the thing she wants to know about me…
"In all honesty I don't think there's anything you don't already know about me. I'm pretty much an open book when it comes to you." he chuckled softly, whispering under his breath. "Only you.."
Sam shrugged. “I mean it’d be hard to hang out if you’re in jail.” Her face became thoughtful, almost confused. “Only me?” She looked at his eyes again, something she almost never did. Eye contact wasn’t exactly Sam’s specialty. “Can that be my question? Why me? Or is the answer too deep or something?” She added, smiling.
"Why you?" Silas repeated, staring out over the silhouetted horizon. It wasn't something he had ever really thought about before, but that wasn't to say he didn't subconsciously know. The cigarette in his hand was only half burned, but he stubbed it out all the same, tossing it to the side. With a determined expression, adrenaline pulsing through his entire body, he turned to Sam. "I… I like you."
(cute)
Sam smiled nonchalantly and almost giggled. "Yeah man. I like you too. You're cool to hang out with." It was true. She did like hanging out with Silas. He was pretty much the only one in this house she could stand. And she would still like hanging out with him, even if he wasn't the only one here she liked. Then she took a second to process what she said. That often happened. Her mouth would react before her brain got a chance to listen and figure out what had happened. "Wait." She looked away, staring at the ground below. "What kind of like?" That was the best question her brain could come up with at the moment.
(yeah its cute and sam likes him too but homegirls a dumbass)
Beside them, Parisa face palmed. "Such an oblivious girl, bless her."
It took Silas a moment to process his own thoughts, turning to stare elsewhere as well. "Well, I'm not really sure how to describe it." he clasped both of his hands on the back of his neck, leaning into his knees. "You're a really nice person, and you don't make me want to smack some sense into you. You already have a lot of sense." then he quickly added, "nor would I smack you either! I just meant that you're like one of the only people I can stand here…"
"Her smile, compliment her smile." Shade murmured.
"You uhm.. you also have a really nice smile. And nice eyes. Really sparkly.." God I sound like an idiot. "I like-like you I guess is what I'm trying to say.."
Cleo, who had been listening to the entire exchange through her open window as she lay on the floor and fretted aimlessly about missing her meds, let out a bark of a laugh. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, hoping that they hadn't heard her. They're both idiots. She thought to herself. But like hell was she going to step in and knock them upside the head. This was juicy stuff.
Min-Hyuk had also listened in on the whole thing. As usual. He sat up and leaned his arms out of the window, resting his chin on his arms. He smiled a little, though it quickly disappeared as he thought more about it. Love? He hasnt had that in a long time. He remembered he one time liked this one kid he met in Korea. But he was gone, along with everyone else. Not like they were dead or anything. they were just gone. He remembered his little sister and his mother. HIs little sister was probably out in Japan following her dreams. His mom was probably……oh wait.
He had forgotten. She was dead. Actually gone. Never to see again.
Love? what was that? He cared for his sister and his mom so much. But he had never called it love.
" 정말 사랑이란 무엇인가?" He whispers to himself quietly as his grey eyes gazed over the scenery around him, which to him wasnt much to look at.
Sam glared, though she was almost smiling. "My eyes aren't sparkly, they're brown. Hold up. Like-like me?" She sat up slowly, her mind growing clear and serious. "Oh." Did he expect something from her? Men who liked her always expected something from her. "What do you want me to do about it?" she asked, still looking at the ground below. Her jaw tightened. If she didn't like his answer she could always push him off the roof.
(IM DEAD OH MY GOODNESS)
"Just think about it, I guess." Silas murmured, twiddling his thumbs nervously. "I know you're not a massive fan of guys, and that you're asexual and all.. I don't expect anything from you, but I just wanted you to know that I do like you." he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He knew it was a long shot by confessing his feelings for her, but they had been close friends for a long time and it would have been wrong not to have told her eventually. Even if she didn't feel the same way, he would be content as just staying close friends. For him, that was more than enough.
(awwe)
Sam stared at the ground. She was starting to give in. She knew Silas better than she had known any of . . . the others. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, and she didn’t think he would. Plus, she was stronger than she had been. She was strong enough and prepared enough if something were to happen. But she wasn’t totally convinced. She looked up. He was looking down too. He looked nervous. “Look at me,” she told him.
Slowly, Silas did as he was told. His gaze wandered for a moment, still hesitant, before he finally looked at Sam.
"This is the part where she tells you that if you make one wrong move she will break your legs." Parisa sighed, shaking her head.
Not helping… Silas hadn't really ever had feelings for someone before, this entire situation was all a little nerve-wracking for him.
Silas looked so much like he’d rather be anywhere else that a minuscule, mean part of her brain wanted to laugh. Instead she studied his face. His eyes were pinched and worried and his mouth was practically a line. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Confirmation of some kind. That he was telling the truth. She really hoped he was telling the truth. Finally, Sam nodded. “Okay.” She left her face soften a little. “Okay. I believe you. When you say you don’t expect anything from me.” She smiled a little. “And you can stop looking so worried. I’m not going to push you off the roof. You haven’t done anything to deserve that.”
Those words did relax him somewhat. Though he was still nervous, purely because he hadn't confessed these kinds of feelings before. It was a new situation for him, and like every new thing it came with anxiety. But as Sam studied his face, he knew that being nervous wasn't going to get him far. He needed to be strong, and show her he meant every word he said. "Thank you, it's good to know I'm not going to die right now."
Is that really all you can say? Truthfully, he didn't know what to say. At the end of the day, he would wait for Sam. He didn't want to rush her into anything, and it wasn't like he would be going anywhere anytime soon.
"Yeah well." Sam shrugged one shoulder. "I also don't want to give Blake the satisfaction," she whispered, smiling a little. 'He's being awkward cause he likes me. Oh my god, Silas likes me. But why? And what does that-" Sam cut off her train of thought immediately. This was not something she needed to be thinking about right now. This was alone-time thinking, where she could punch her pillow or her wall if she got too overwhelmed. She didn't want to get too overwhelmed and accidentally push Silas off the roof. That wouldn't solve any problems, it would just create a new one. "So that's your big secret? I don't know man, thats kind of embarrassing for you."
"You think?" Silas huffed, rubbing his arms awkwardly. Sam wouldn't be able to see, but his cheeks had turned bright red. God, why is this so embarrassing? He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath as he turned to Sam. "Well, now you know. The rest of the house probably knows as well since half of them like to eavesdrop." he fell silent for a moment before adding. "I understand if you're a little cautious of me now."
Min-Hyuk let out a breathy laugh when he heard that. He decided it was time to stop and he shut his window, rather loudly though.
"Ugh." Sam groaned and put her forehead down on her knees that she had drawn up to her chest while Silas was talking. "I forgot about them. And their tendency to eavesdrop." That was a whole new thing to worry about. Silas was right, every eavesdropped on everyone. People were going to know. She sighed then lifted her head up and looked at him without turning her head. "No. You're fine, we're fine. Just don't be stupid and we're okay. Okay?"
"I wasn't intending to." Silas smiled softly, pulling his own knees to his chest. He glanced up at the stars once last time before letting out a gentle sigh. "So, do you want to head back inside or is the roof that comfortable?"
"So I'm confused, does that mean she likes you too?" Shade put his hand to his chin as he paced around the spot next to them.
I don't know, Silas glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. But I'm not going to make a massive deal out of it, she would hate that.
"You do whatever you think is right." The other shrugged, now shoving his hands into his pockets. "I don't want to be a part of this anyway, too many emotions for my liking." And with that, he vanished.
(No one knows Shade. No one knows)
Sam grabbed her phone from her pocket. "Oh shit, it's later than I thought it was." Sam knew they probably should go back inside, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave things like this, whatever this was. What if everything was different tomorrow morning? And they had school. Whatever. They couldn't stay on the roof forever. "I mean, I guess." She looked at him. "Do you think we should?"
(Yo, I'm going to switch out my character btw.)
Name: Nathaniel Francis
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi with a preference towards males.
Shipping?: Sure
Appearance: Black hair, styled in a bang over his right eye but not his left. He had a slit in his left eyebrow, right above his oval-shaped grey eye. The other eye is not there, the only thing there is a scared place of skin. He's got a black swirling tattoo growing up his neck and around his torso.
Personality: Nathan honestly isn't a very nice person. He's often blunt and sarcastic but does have a motherly side. He truly is, as his nickname suggests, a bitch. He loves to analyze people and thinks more on the logical side.
Back Story: Hmmmm, no thanks bro. He'll share it as we go.
Other: He loves to cook, oh and he's a diagnosed sociopath.
(Oh Sam is going to hate him)