Could I Talk to You?

Chapter Two; What do You do?

The next few days went by quickly. I've been texting Sam a lot. I really like him, I'm going to ask him out in class today.

To Sam: Did you read chp 1-3?

To Gabriel: Yes. Did you?

To Sam: You know it! Alright, see you in class. Gotta get ready. :)

To Gabriel: See you then.

I smile and toss my phone on the bed and start going through my closet. I set my outfit for the day on the end of my bed. I hop into the shower, washing my hair throughly. I get out and start to hum. God. I am so happy. I really hope he says yes.

I squeeze my eyes shut, "please, please, please...."

A couple hours later I'm sitting next to Sam in the lecture room. I have been tapping my pencil against the desk for the past hour. Sam passes me a note; 'You okay?'

'Yeah' I write but then scribble it out and write something else, 'do you want to go out on a date?'

Sam's face reddens, and he writes down something and passes it back, 'sure, but could we hangout at my place?'

My mouth widens into a grateful smile. 'Anything you want :)'

He bites his lip and turns back to the professor. The way he pays attention to the lecture boggles my mind. I think Sam really likes this kind of stuff. I really hope we can get to learn more about each other. For the rest of the class I space out thinking about Sam.

What does he like? I wonder what he does for work. Why does he live alone in such a big home? What family does he have? Does he have any pets?

The lecture finishes and Sam snaps me out of my trance.

'Class is over Gabe' he signs, I wish I knew what his real voice sounds like.

"Oh- yeah right." I say then sign to him, 'do you want to hangout now?'

'Sure' he smirks sweetly, 'you can drive with me if you want to?'

"I'd like to." A smile back.

I follow him to his car. He drives an old Impala and it's awesome, "Duuude! Sweet car!"

He smiles more and I swear I heard a chuckle, 'thank you'

"Where did you get it?" We both slide in and occupy the front seats.

He starts the engine before replying, 'my brother'

"That's cool Sammich." I look out the window as he drives.

A little later we get to his house, 'I'm sorry. I'm not the best host-- or date.'

"That's okay, I'm not the best date ever" I laugh nervously and cross my arms as I walk up to the front door with him. He rustles in his pockets and grabs out his house key, unlocking the door.

'Well, this is my house' he signs quickly and heads into the kitchen 'drink?'

"Sure, thanks" I look around and see pictures of a younger Sam with what seems to be his family. I wonder what they do, "this is a nice place"