The Emcee: Ok, this story is about life after the Lost Boys, with some romance thrown in. There is implied slash so don't read if you don't like. You have been warned.
Seasons of Love
So much had happened over the summer. There wasn't a lot of time to really get settled in Santa Carla. But that didn't matter much. With school coming around the bend, Sam had other things to occupy his time. And that included his new friends, the Frog brothers. Sam spent a lot of time hanging with them, so he got to know them real well and vise versa.
Still, it seemed like something was missing for Sammy. And he wanted to know what it was. The phone suddenly rang, jolting Sam out of his trail of thoughts. Sighing, he picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sam? This is Alan. Edgar's sick today and I kinda need some help down here, so could you...?" Sam's eyes lit up.
"Sure, I'll help! Be there soon."
Sam hung up before Alan could say goodbye, and bolted out the door. He hopped on his bike and peddled down to the comic shop. By judging all the boxes on the floor, Alan wasn't lying when he said he needed help. Speak of the devil... Sam thought as he saw Alan come out of the shop to great him.
"Hey, thanks for coming."
"Eh, no prob. I was bored to death anyways." He got off his bike and pulled it to the side of the building.
"I was wondering why you sounded so excited." Both boys laughed.
"So what's wrong with Edgar?"
"Stomach virus, I think."
"Ouch."
"I know. And he got sick at the busiest time of the season too. Figures."
Setting their conversation aside, the two boys went to work. They restocked the shelves and moved some boxes down to the basement. Take some boxes out of the basement. Then they had to label the comics. And of course, there were the customers too. By closing time, they were worn out.
"Man, what a day." Sam said sitting down on the floor.
"I know. Tell me about it."
"Is it usually like this?"
"Not really. Sure we have to restock the shelves and stuff, but Edgar usually does most of that."
"Oh. Hey you wanna come over to my house tonight? So ya don't get sick and so I don't get bored?" Sam smiled, Alan laughed.
"Sure. That sounds like a plan."
They left and stopped over at Alan's house, then, riding their bikes, set off for Sam's house. When they got there, Sam's mom was there making dinner. Mike was...well Mike wasn't anywhere.
"Hey mom, is it ok if Alan spends the night?"
"Oh, sure honey."
"Hey mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's Mike?"
"Oh, he said he was going out with a girl, but I don't know who."
"Thanks."
Sam and Alan headed up stairs. They sat on the bed talking for awhile until they were called for dinner. After dinner, the went back upstairs again. This time, they laid on the bed, rather close to each other.
"You tired?" Alan asked Sam.
"Just a little bit. I'm more cold than tired."
"Then why do you keep your window open?"
"It got stuck that way. I've tired to pull it down, to no use."
"Well, then, there's only one way to warm you up."
And in one swift movement, Sam felt Alan's arms wrap around his body. It surprised Sammy at first but then he leaned into the embrace. He was completely comfortable like this, and he didn't want it to end. After a few minutes, Alan spoke up.
"Are you warmed up yet?"
"Yeah. I'm good."
"Good."
Then, unexpectedly, Sam brushed his lips against Alan's softly. He pulled back, obviously embarrassed.
"I, I'm sorry. I guess I just got caught up in the moment." Sam stammered. But Alan just shook his head.
"Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it, really."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Sam smiled. He leaned back into the bed and let Alan take over him. After all, this is what he's wanted.
