Friends
Summary: He couldn't say when he'd first noticed him or maybe it had been that he'd seemed to insert himself into his life so naturally that he hadn't given thought to the fact that he wasn't.
He couldn't say when he'd first noticed him or maybe it had been that he'd seemed to insert himself into his life so naturally that he hadn't given thought to the fact that he wasn't. He could remember the instant that he realized no one but him could see his guardian. His eyes had widened in terror as his parents voices had echoed from inside the house and his head had swiveled of its own accord while dry lips opened when the sounds of footsteps carrying along the grass reached his ears. Sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he licked his lips nervously, his gaze darted between the figures of his parents and the familiar frame of his ever-present guardian. Like a nervous dog waiting to be scolded by his owners for peeing on the carpet, his shoulders had hunched slightly forward and his face had developed that nervous tick he'd had since falling off a building with a metal cube cradled in his arms like the world's weirdest egg cradle experiment.
"Sam. Honey, are you okay?" A person would think that with the number of nights spent talking instead of sleeping in preparation to attend school the next morning that his guardian would have seen fit to inform him that he wasn't exactly visible to anyone else. A person would also be inclined to think that his guardian would be doing something other than leaning against his house laughing while a blue visor flashed merrily at him in the sun.
"I'm fine mom, just hot. You know cause it's so hot out here. So it's probably just the heat that's making me tired or something." Sam babbled with as earnest a tone as he could muster while resisting the urge to glare at his so called guardian who was now laughing with a slightly hysterical edge to it. "I'll just—I'll just go wait for Bee inside, okay?"