A/N: Oh my God, guys, I'm so sorry for the long update! I really am. But you know how RL is. Just kind of sinks its claws into you and never lets go. You know, there will come a time when all these make-up humongo posts will stop working. But I hope that's not now. And uber-sadness at the show being over.
xxiii. Lovers
"Sam, there's a pink—thing on your desk."
"Pink?" He sat down at his desk, blinking awkwardly, trying to ignore the blatant violation of male law residing on it. His eyes flitted to it while typing, cheeks flushing here and there. He couldn't throw it away. Maybe he could just stuff it in a drawer for now.
"Sam?" Why did Josh have to be so annoying? "Aren't you going to open it and tell us what it says?" Rolling his eyes, he reached for it, opened it, and read it. He blushed.
"Oh, Sam got a wuv wettah, didn't he?"