Young Sam Drake One Shots

Orphanage

I look out the window, trying to keep it together.

I fail.

Tears start streaming down my face as I begin thinking about why I'm here in this orphanage.

"Fxck" I whisper to myself.

I look at the clock. 1 am. Shxt.

Feeling like I can never come back to reality, lost in a hole of nothing, I look out the window again.

A boy at my age is looking at me from the window in front of me, about 12 feet away. He's kinda cute.

He opens his window silently.

I open mine too, wiping away the tears.

"You okay?" He asks me trying to be quiet, not to get caught by the nuns.

I sniffle. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I say. Or should I say; lie.

I look at him. Gazing into his eyes. Making me blush.

"Meet me on the roof in 5." He says before closing the window again before I could protest.

Maybe he can comfort me. I decide to do it.

I climb on the roof, almost slipping, but two hands are holding on to me. It's the boy. He pulls me up

"I gotcha" he says.

"Thanks." I stammer a bit, wiping away the rest of the tears.

He sighs, grabbing my hand and pulling me down to sit. Our feet dangling from the edge.

"What's wrong." He asks in a soft voice, holding his hand on my back, sending shivers down my spine.

"Just... memories." I say, beginning to cry again. 

He looks at me. I just look at the city that I'm not allowed to step in. I feel trapped in this orphanage. Like a prison.

"Hey hey hey" he hugs me, causing me to tilt a bit, leaning my head onto his chest.

His heartbeat makes me somewhat calm.

He lets go of me and I look at him.

"What's your name." He smirks a bit.

I wipe away the tear on my cheek. "Y/N" I say holding out my hand.

"Sam" he says, shaking my hand. Still staring into my eyes.

"Listen Y/N. It's gonna get better, alright? You just gotta properly settle in." He says putting his hand on mine.

My hormones go crazy every time he touches me. Damn this boy is cute.

"I've been here for fxcking 2 months!" I say laughing mixed with my crying.

He laughs back. "Well I've been here for fxcking 6 years!" He says, still laughing.

We both look down, still smiling.

"You don't ever feel trapped in here?" I ask him as small tears are still cascading down my face.

He looks at the city.

"I got my ways. I can sneak out whenever I want. I'm just good at not getting caught." He chuckles.

I look at the city with him.

"Hey." He says with a calm voice again.

I look up at him.

He stares at me for a while.

"A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be here." He says smirking again.

I blush. But I don't look away.

"And what the heck is a drop dead gorgeous boy like you doing here even after 6 years?" I compliment back.

He chuckles.

"Here. Lie down" he pats his lap.

I lie down with my head resting on his lap. It's comforting me. This boy that I just met, is comforting me in a way nobody else can.

After minutes of low key flirting, joking and laughing, I forgot what I was crying about.

I sit up again. My eyes grow a little tired even though my body is still full awake.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up, now standing. We stare into each other's eyes.

No words. No nothing. For a minute, time stopped and everything around us disappeared.

Without hesitation, he grabs my waist, pulling me into a kiss. A long passionate kiss. Our bodies are on fire. I feel free. Free from these thoughts that I have been walking around with.

As we part our lips, Sam looks at me, striking his thumb over my bottom lip.

He chuckles. I chuckle back.

"Think I might wanna stay a couple more years" he says smirking before he pulls me into another kiss.

From now on, there's no more tears. No more looking-out-the-window-and-thinking-too-much days.