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2002
Sam took a deep breath as he walked in through the door of his dorm room. He had just come back from another date his roommate, Brady, set up for him.
"Dude! How'd it go?" Brady asked.
"She was nice."
"But?"
"Not really my type."
"God damn it," Brady whined. "That's what you said about the last girl!"
"I dunno man, maybe I'm just not into it," Sam said, collapsing onto the bed.
"Oh. So you're…"
"Dude what the fuck? No! Dating! Date. Ing."
"Oh."
"I've never been good with girls man," Sam confessed. "Maybe relationships just aren't my thing."
The room got quiet for a few minutes before an idea popped into Brady's head.
"Okay, hear me out, give me one more chance."
"Dude! Will you knock it off?" Sam groaned.
"I know the perfect girl for you!"
"That's what you said about the last girl," Sam said in a mimicking tone, quoting what Brady said a while ago.
"Come out with me and watch me prove you wrong."
"I don't feel like going out again tonight."
"Dude, could you be anymore of a wet blanket? Come on!"
Sam thought it over for a minute.
"Fine. I'll get cleaned up."
"Yes!"
The two took Brady's car to a party at the park across the street. The Freshman Campfire was tradition, and seeing as how Brady and Sam were 19 and no longer freshman, it was also tradition for older classes to crash.
"So who is this girl?" Sam asked as Brady got the two of them cheap beer from a keg.
"Jessica. She's in my psych class."
"You're in a psych class?"
"Shit's mindblowing. It's like drugs."
Sam laughed at Brady's comment.
Brady draped his arms over Sam's shoulders and led him to a group of people.
"Randy, Taylor, this is my roommate Sam. Sam, these are a couple guys from the team."
"Hey," Sam said. The two raised their solo cups to wave.
"And that's Jessica."
Sam looked to where Brady pointed. A petite blonde girl in a mini skirt and converse.
"Jessica!" Brady called.
She said bye to her friend and skipped right over.
"Jess," she corrected.
"I want you to meet my boy, Sam."
"So you're Sam?"
"You've heard about me?"
"We may have had some roommate bashing a couple of times."
Sam glared at Brady.
"You're like an obsessive freak when it comes to cleanliness," Brady explained. "Have fun kids."
At first the two stood in total silence. Sam awkwardly taking sips of his beer, Jess playing with the purity ring on her finger.
"So what's your major?" she finally asked.
"Uh, criminal justice."
"Nice."
"You?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"Why not?"
"Just not sure what I want to do. I got in as an English major but I might change it."
"Have you thought about what?"
"Something that helps people. I'm only a freshman so I still got a little time."
The two suddenly broke out in conversation. It felt like they had talked about everything. The sun started to go down and things started getting crazy.
"Wanna go outside?" Sam asked. Jess smiled.
Sam wasn't sure why Jess would want to hang out with him all night. Jess seemed like the type of girl that was friends with everyone. She could have left him at any time. Surely, Sam wasn't cool enough to be near her, even if he was older.
Jess shivered once they stepped outside.
Sam gave her his jacket.
"Thanks for walking me home," Jess said as the two approached the dorms for girls. "I'd invite you in, but..."
The two laughed.
"I had fun tonight," Sam commented. "Wanna hang out again? Possibly?"
"I'd like that."
Jess pulled out a pen from her bag and wrote her number on Sam's wrist. She also handed him back his jacket.
"Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Jess."
He watched her go inside.
Sam and Jess talked nonstop the next month. They had exchanged numbers and would stay up all night texting. Brady would get pissed and throw a pillow at Sam's bed while mumbling "what the fuck was I thinking hooking you two up". Sam would just smile. He actually liked this girl, and actually found himself hoping she felt the same.
They found out they had classes in the same building around the same time and would meet up beforehand just to see each other in person.
"So, I've been thinking," Sam finally said. "Would you ever want to go on a date with me? A real date. Not just meeting up for coffee or anything."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Dinner and whatever else you wish."
"I'd love that."
That weekend was the first date. Sam took her to a nice Italian restaurant not too far from campus. Jess got tickets to a show from her roommate at a local theater. It was a nice evening that resulted in the first kiss.
Jess sprinkled rose petals on the bed. Cliché, she knew, and she hated that it was. But tonight was the night, for tonight had been one year with Sam, and she had the whole night planned. She told him to come over around seven for a late night dinner (Italian of course) and then hopefully take things to the next step. They had both been getting really close, but Jess would always say she wasn't ready, and Sam would always respect it. But now, she was sure.
She twirled the purity ring around her finger. A nervous habit she would surely miss.
Sam showed up with a bottle of champagne. Mr. 21 now.
Dinner went well, considering Jess overcooked the noodles. Sam laughed and joked that he should have "never left her in charge of the food".
Jess was able to convince her ex roommate, who now had an apartment, to let them borrow it for the night. She said yes, and then made a joke about a good girl finally getting laid.
"You sure?" Sam asked.
"I'm sure," Jess answered, taking off the purity ring and slipping it in her bag.
The whole night was magic.
Six months later, Sam and Jess grew even more close. They finally moved out of their dorms and got an apartment together. Sam was considering moving out anyway, but needed a roommate for rent, and who better to ask than the woman he was in love with?
They made it their own. Sam let Jess take over the decorating and such, and Jess was happily excited to do so. He was just happy she got to be there to do so.
A month in was their first big fight. Neither of them knew just how difficult it was to live with the other. For starters, Sam never lived with any girls and Jess never lived with any boys. Little things piled up here and there and eventually Jess packed a bag and stayed with a friend. Sam was devastated, thinking he had just ruined the best thing he had ever had.
But Jess came back. She always came back.
They both apologized and promised to fix their flaws and bad habits and to not get worked up if one did something small.
Their two year anniversary was right around the corner.
Jess was running around freaked out, wondering what in the world she was going to do for Sam.
But Sam knew exactly what he was going to do.
He was secretly visiting jewelry stores.
Sam wasn't totally committed to the idea of an engagement ring yet, but definitely knew a promise ring would work.
He had finally found the perfect one.
And then Dean showed up.
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