Young Sam Drake One Shots

Saturday nights

It's 11 pm and I'm sitting sitting at the dinner table, eating my food.

I have the house to myself, and even though I've always wanted to be home alone to hear loud music, jump around and do whatever I want, I have no idea what to do.

I start to think about my moments with my
friend Sam.

We have always gone on small adventures.

Adventures that involve either stealing, jumping around on rooftops, climbing walls or breaking into warehouse buildings.

Sam is a great friend. I've known him for about 2 months, and he's already my best friend.

Or... is he?

Even though I've only known him for 2 months and I don't know THAT much about him, he always seems to me making me blush whenever he looks at me.

I've thought to myself several times; "Do I like him? Like... LIKE LIKE him?"

I don't know. He just kinda seems to be caring about me in a way that best friends just doesn't. And his looks, OH GOD his looks! His smirks! Everything.

He sure is a charming guy. But.... I just don't know if he feels the same. Or that I even feel that way.

Breaking my daydreaming, the doorbell rings.

I quickly run towards the door, but realize what I'm wearing.

I'm wearing REALLY short shorts and a Calvin Klein bra. That's literally it.

"Shxt" you mumble to yourself.

After standing there debating wether or not I should ignore the door, I open it anyways. It's probably just one of my neighbors. They've seen me in bikini before, how bad could it be.
My bra could might as well have been a bikini top. It is summer after all.

As I open it, a figure of a boy that is slightly taller than me stands in the doorway.

It's of course Sam.

"Uhh hi?" He greets me, looking me up and down discretely.

"Oh uhh Sam. Hey!" I greet him nervously.

"Is it a bad timing?" He asks me chuckling.

My cheeks start to blush. I don't know if it's because I have a crush on him or because I'm just embarrassed.

"Ahh, no, no no no not at all.. uhmm come in."

He looks at me smirking as he walks through the doorway. I close the door after him.

"So uhh.." he begins a sentence with his dreamy Boston accent. "Where's your parents?" He asks me confused.

"Uh they're at some wedding. They won't be home until tomorrow evening." I answer, going into my room to put on a shirt.

I come back to see him standing in my kitchen, leaning up against the counter looking at me.

"Are you sure that's enough coverage?" He laughs, pointing at my shirt.

I look down to see that I've put on an almost completely see-through shirt.

I look up the ceiling closing my eyes. I let out a heavy sigh, turning around, walking back towards my room again.

I got stopped as I hear Sam say: "It's okay Y/N. It doesn't bother me." I look at him and he winks at me.

I roll my eyes but smile afterwards. I should probably have put on another shirt, but I didn't care. It only made the tension between us hotter.