a/n: i hope you guys enjoy. i've always thought sam and noelle would be the best of friends.
She shakingly wipes her tears the minute she hears the doorbell, a sigh under her breath as she reaches for the door knob. She opens the door to see the pale face of Sam Swarek. She moves aside without any greeting and knowingly slams the door.
"Hey Noe," He hands her her favourite; croissants.
She takes them without the slightest thank you and sits back on the couch she has been sitting on for the past few hours, drowning her tears. She's still on the shock of Frank leaving her and Joy – it'd never even crossed her mind. She knows Sam's eyes are glued to her defeated form as she bites down on the croissant, its buttery flavour making her feel a little better.
"So?" He looks at her, hoping he cracks the tension.
"So what?" She knows her tone is icy and hopes he gets the message.
She knows deep down inside of her she shouldn't be angry at him; she's just in the worse of moods.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Do I look like I wanna fucking talk about it, Sam?" Her tears feel like falling and for once she thinks about letting them fall.
Sam gets up and sits next to her; she ignores his manly cologne that invades her senses. He's still looking at her but to her, the leather couch looks so much more interesting. She doesn't even get why he's here, trying to make her feel better; to get over him.
She thinks about Frank and all the promises he'd made, all the times he said he loved her. All of it was a lie. A cold-hearted lie. She feels like a fool for falling in love with him – for falling in love with someone who would leave her later.
For a moment, she forgets Sam is in the room and bows her head and just lets the tears fall. She's been dealing with this all week, plastering a smile for her coworkers and keeping the false promise to her daughter that Daddy would come back soon.
It was all a lie.
She feels miserable and hopes Sam doesn't see that as she silently bawls. Her hands automatically come to wipe away her tears but are stopped by much bigger hands. She looks up into Sam's eyes, letting her weakness show, tired of caring about what everyone else thought.
"Sam, stop. Please." She whispers.
Sam envelopes her in his strong arms and she lets him. His strong chest makes her feel somewhat safe and she closes her eyes, her worries slowly drifting away. He places a peck on her forehead and for once in a long time she feels she has a friend in this world.
She's somewhat calm when Sam whispers in her ear. "Remember that time Oliver got slapped by that sixty year old woman? God, that woman had some hands."
The memory is fresh in her mind and the smile she didn't want to let show slips onto her face as she laughs. Swarek always knew how to make her laugh even when she didn't want to.
She once again closes her eyes and lets the last tear fall, promising to herself that it would be the last one.
Even though her eyes are closed, Sam continues laying the charm on her.
And for once she lets him.