"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.
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)
(Everyone hates him. But I love him.)
Nathan was sitting at the top of the roof, writing down everything that was happening between Sam and Silas in his notebook. His notebook looked to be well-loved, burn marks on the cover and large but neat lettering that said Study Book. Most others eavesdropped for interest, but he did it for science. He needed more information on the two anyways, so watching them in a relationship would be beneficial to his study at the home.
(Watch him retort by threatening to cut off her tongue. Oh, and other things.)
(Lol Sam doesn't care about threats. Can they legit get in a fight tho? Like maybe not on the roof but still….)
(Of course my good madam!)
Nathan was sitting at the top of the roof, writing down everything that was happening between Sam and Silas in his notebook. His notebook looked to be well-loved, burn marks on the cover and large but neat lettering that said Study Book. Most others eavesdropped for interest, but he did it for science. He needed more information on the two anyways, so watching them in a relationship would be beneficial to his study at the home.
Cleo, although eavesdropping, had sunk so far into mind that when she resurfaced she honestly questioned what day it was. Flipping over onto her stomach, she frowned at one of the many clocks in her room. Only a hour had past. "Ugh." She groaned, dropping her head to the floor. "I really have to take my meds." She muttered into the carpet. She could feel the wave of violence getting ready to pull her under, but she couldn't muster the energy to get up. It was late anyway, she should just sleep and start new in the morning. "Great idea." her voice intoned sarcastically, not at all sounding like her usual sunny self. Cleo remained on the floor, pouting.
