As Sam walked out of her Holiday Extension Photography Class into the cool air that came inevitably with the high altitude of her school, she noticed a familiar face. Lash was sitting at the edge of the school, his long legs dangling over the rim, swaying.
"Hey Lash," Sam said as she joined him sitting at the edge, "What are you doing here? Dean is sick today"
"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked her, not answering her question.
Lash and Sam snuck onto Ron Wilson's bus. "Lash, are you sure we're allowed to be here?"
"Of course not," he told her, imitating Ron Wilson, "There's only one person permitted to transport super heroes and that's Ron Wilson- Bus Driver!"
Sam slumped herself into the seat behind the drivers seat, looking nervously over Lash's shoulder as he flexed his fingers and glanced over the controls.
"Can you drive this thing?" She asked him anxiously.
"I can't drive anything, but we can give it a shot. It seems simple enough," Lash laughed.
He turned the key and the engine burst into life, rumbling ferociously.
"Oh god," Sam fell back into her seat as the ropes entangled her into safety.
"Hold on Sammy," Lash teased as he reversed the bus quickly.
"Lash, slow down! You're going to kill us!" Sam screeched from behind him.
"What's that Sam? I can't quite hear you," he smirked as he slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel so the bus was moving forward toward the edge of the school.
Sam screamed as they flew off the edge, plummeting downwards. Lash flicked all the switches and pulled on a lever that, by some miracle, stopped them from falling and threw them forward into the clouds.
"Woo-Hoo!" Lash yelled in excitement as he pushed the vehicle faster.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," Sam kept chanting to herself as she clutched the seat with her fingers, leaving small moon-shapes in the upholstery from her fingernails.
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They landed. Surely enough it was more of a crash than a landing, but they survived and so did Ron Wilson's prized possession.
So now they sat in a crappy pizzeria, eating personal pizza and talking about nothing and everything.
"You're weird, you know," Lash commented.
"I'm weird? You're the one eating a pineapple and mushroom pizza," Sam laughed as she motioned towards the slice in his firm grip.
"You just… think weird," he said, not denying that pineapple and mushroom pizza was weird.
"Example?" Sam pushed.
"The other day you wrote a song about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. How is that not weird?" Lash laughed.
Sam smiled and said, "Well you are unbelievably tall."
"That doesn't make me weird," Lash defended.
"It makes you tall," Sam said.
"Dean doesn't think you're weird," Lash said suddenly, almost accusingly.
"Oh?" Sam said interestedly.
"Nah- he think you're the greatest, most artistic visionary he knows," Lash laughed.
Sam blushed slightly, "Well, I'm flattered."
Lash smiled at her blush, "I can see that."
The two sat in silence for a moment that seemed like forever, until Sam checked her watch.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late at home unless we leave right now," she said, gathering up all her stuff and grabbing Lash's hand to pull him from his pizza.
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Lash got detention (even on break) for stealing Ron's bus. So did Sam, but she only got a week, not a month. Sam didn't mind though- she realised three things that day.
1) Dean thought she was the greatest, most artistic visionary person he knew. YAY!
2) Lash is so unbelievably charming and gorgeous and cute and sarcastic and fantastic in every single way possible…
And-
3) Sam's grandmother doesn't care how long you're out as long as you don't come back dead. Wow.
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Sam got home and threw herself on the couch.
"How was class today Miss Educated?" Molly crooned from the kitchen.
"Magical," Sam laughed.
"Why?" Asked Jade as she sat on the couch next to Sam.
"I bumped into Lash, for one."
"Oooh. Do tell," Jade pushed.
"I think I'm falling for him. I really do," Sam admitted.
"Why?" asked Molly
"Apparently Dean thinks I'm an artistic visionary and the greatest person he knows… but it didn't matter. Like, I was just so happy to hear words come from Lash's mouth, ya know? Like- what Dean thinks makes me happy but Lash spent all day with me and he's just so… ugh!" Sam was lost for words.
"What are we going to do with you, Sammy?" Molly sang.
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DIARY ENRTY NUMBER EIGHT
Warren is hot (in more ways than one)
Dean is a silken god (-swoons-)
Lash is... I don't even know any more. He's just so perfect in every way possible that all the reasons why he's not perfect just don't matter any more.
BUT THIS IS LASH! What should I do?
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