"Hey, Trevor, hey" a voice rang by his ear, "Trevor."
Trevor opened his eyes sleepily. Sam's face loomed up.
Whaaaaaaaat?
"Sam?" Trevor propped himself up by one elbow. "Sam. What are you—what time is it?"
"I don't know, man," said Sam. He looked at Trevor uneasily.
"What is it? Why the hell are you waking me up?"
"I—sorry, man."
Sam shifted his gaze. "I had nightmares."
Nightmares? Sam, Nightmares?
"What—no. Who am I, your mom?" Trevor grabbed at the chance to ridicule Sam. "Ohhhhh, did Sammy have nightmares? Poooor little Sammy, poooor—"
"Fuck it, man," Sam turned to leave. "I'm sorry I woke you up, alright? You're such a fucking dickbag." He headed for the door, seeming genuinely hurt.
"Hey, Sam," Trevor called out, "Sam, look, I'm sorry, comeback."
Sam looked at him hesitantly.
"Come back. Tell me about it," said Trevor.
"No, you're just gonna make fun of me again."
"I promise I won't."
"You won't what?" Sam quizzed.
Trevor huffed at Sam's immaturity. "I promise I won't make fun of you."
Sam walked back and sat down next to Trevor's bed.
"Well, there was this fire, and I heard you yelling from your room so I was banging on the door but the knob wouldn't work, and these firemen came and tried to take me away, but I wouldn't let go of the doorknob," a sense of urgency rose in Sam's voice and his blue eyes grew intense.
"You kept yelling and they finally got me away and locked me in the firetruck…"
Trevor felt his own body grow tense at the story, and looked back and forth between Sam's eyes.
"I banged on the truck door and this one guy let me out, and he told me they couldn't get you out of there," Sam's eyes had real pain in them, eyebrows knitted, "And I woke up."
Trevor was just about to say something to make fun of him, but the he saw Sam's eyes. So instead he said, "And you came and woke me up."
"Well, I thought it—the dream was real at first so I kinda panicked until I saw there wasn't any fire. Then I came to look for you.
"For a moment there, I thought, I thought I really lost you, man."
Trevor felt a small smile on his face, and his heart swelled a bit.
"Hey, I'm right here, okay?" he put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I'm right here."
"Yeah, okay," Sam got up off the floor and looked around him. "I—I guess I should get some sleep."
The suddenness of Sam's departure unseated him. Sam's leaving? So quick?
But before Trevor could say anything, Sam turned around, wringing his hands and looking at the floor.
"Hey, uh, this—this sounds gay, man, but could, could I sleep next to you?"
Trevor felt his cheeks grow warm. He blinked.
"Just to make sure you don't like, light something on fire or something," Sam adds.
He looked at Sam.
"Um, sure."
Sam hesitated for a moment, then walked to the other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. Trevor unpropped his elbow and laid down straight.
They laid side by side in an almost well-behaved manner, staring at the ceiling, limbs like logs of wood, feeling each other's heat coming from the other side of the bed.
Awkwardness hung in the air.
"Could, could I…." Sam started to say.
"Yes." Trevor stopped him short. The he was worried that he had said it too fast, like he was anticipating it. Which he was.
Sam curled up against Trevor arm, hugging it with both of his. Trevor relaxed at his touch and put his other arm around Sam and closed his eyes.
He could smell the strong smell of Sam's curls, it wasn't shampoo, it was just….Sam. A guy smell.
"Trevor! Trevor!" they heard Darren's voice ringing through the hallway and their eyes snapped open. Darren barged in, panting. "I had this nightmare about you and—"
Darren stopped in his tracks, eyeballing the pair of then, arms around each other.
"You guys are so gay," said Darren.
"Can I join?"
