Disclaimer: I do not own "Life With Derek"
"Just please don't act all boyfriendy/girlfriendy around me. I'd rather not puke in public."
That had been my stepbrother Derek's take on my relationship with his best friend Sam.
Sam and I have been together for the past three weeks and I have thoroughly enjoyed every second that we've spent together. He's such a nice guy in his quiet, slightly awkward way. It's actually the awkwardness that makes me like him so much; it's really endearing. Like the way he was completely terrified to make the first move, because his friendship with Derek is so important to him.
Anyway, Sam's birthday is next Friday, which also happens to be our one-month anniversary. I'm sure a guy's sixteenth birthday isn't as big a deal as a girl's, but I'm still planning on doing something special for him.
So, it's Saturday and I'm sitting on the couch in the living room reading. Derek and Sam are outside playing basketball. Now that hockey's over Sam's had more free time and has been at our house a lot, not that I mind in the least.
Just as I finish a chapter the front door opens and Derek walks into the room, followed closely by Sam.
"How was your game?" I ask.
"Oh, you know, good. I won." Sam says, a grin spreading over his face. I love Sam's smile, when he uses it.
"Congratulations." I say, smiling back at him.
"Yeah, whatever. Do you want a copy of that CD or not?" Derek replies.
"Yeah, I do." Derek starts to head up the stairs to his room to burn Sam the CD. For whatever reason Sam hangs back, looking wary of heading up to Derek's room.
"What's wrong? Are you coming."
"Yeah, actually, I was wondering if you could get me a soda."
"You can get it yourself. You've only been hear a million times before."
"But I don't want to mess up anything in the kitchen. Can you get one for me?" Sam paused, Derek looking suspicious of Sam's unwillingness to get his own freaking soda from the refrigerator. I don't know why Sam wants Derek to leave, but I figure I can help him out. He is my boyfriend after all.
"Yeah Derek, it's the least you can do. I mean, Sam did beat you at basketball."
"Fine, I'll get you a soda." And with that Derek turns around, walks down the stairs and into the kitchen to get Sam's drink.
"What was that--" I get cut off as Sam leans down to give me one of his long, slow, incredibly hot kisses. Now I understand why he wanted Derek to leave, and I can't say I object.
We're getting really into the kiss when Derek walks back into the room, says "Catch," and proceeds to throw a can of soda at Sam.
Luckily, he catches it before it beams him in the forehead, which was clearly Derek's target.
"So did you come over here to hang out with me and shoot hoops, or just to make out with my sister?"
"I don't know. But I got to do both." Sam smiles at both of us. I love the way his hat, which was practically permanently attached to his head, brings out the color of his eyes. "Are you going to make me that CD or not?"
And with that Sam and Derek go upstairs to Derek's room, with Sam turning around on the way up to give me another heart stopping grin.
