Sam is a good beautiful baby boy and I love him
I don't know how tall he is, but I decided to make a short boi because I can

I love King George even though he's insane
I love Charles even though he's an asshole
Thanks for coming to my TedTalks

Also it was really weird to write "Lee" because I have an OC named Lee, oof

College AU
All in Sam's POV
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I sat on the couch, cuddled up to my boyfriend, Charles. We've been best friends for while, and I guess feelings just grew as time went on. Well, for him, at least.

The day he asked me out, I felt like my world was crumbling (curse my anxiety). I didn't like him like that, but I couldn't just reject him and hurt his feelings!

So thanks to my severe awkwardness, I ended up in a 4 month long relationship with someone I didn't want to be with. Exactly the situation I wanted to be in.

He wasn't mean (to me, excluding harmless petty insults), but I couldn't help but flinch every time he kissed me on the cheek or the forehead. Cuddling with him was fine (considering we used to cuddle when we were cold), until I thought about it in a romantic sense and felt very uncomfortable.

Thankfully, he hasn't tried to do anything sexual or kiss me on the lips. He also never said that he loved me, which I'm really glad about. I wouldn't be able to say it back.

Honestly, the person I was saving my first kiss for probably didn't know who I even was. He smiled at me a few times (effectively killing me), but we never talked. I payed attention to him in the few classes we shared, so I knew a lot about him, but I also know I have no chance with him.

Even if he did somehow like this mess of a human being, I'm already taken, and I wasn't about to cheat on my boyfriend. Even though I didn't want to be with Charles, I was still loyal. Besides, he never did anything wrong to me like Reynolds did to Maria (I still feel bad for her).

"Sam?" Lee asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I silently prayed he wouldn't notice how uncomfortable I felt.

"I don't like you anymore." He said bluntly. "You're a great guy, but I don't think we should be a couple. Can we just be best friends again?"

I stared at him for a second. I knew he spoke his mind, but that was sudden.

Then his words clicked.

I immediately hugged him, instantly feeling better than I had since we started dating. "Yes! Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I was too scared to break up with you! Yes, let's be best friends!"

I can be hyper at times.

He pat my head. "Good. I would've broken up with you sooner, but I know you're fragile. Hurting your feelings is unforgivable."

"Thanks." I laughed, letting go of him. "Now I just wish I could ask him out." I said quietly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is he an asshole?" He asked.

"Wha- no- language, first of all!" I sputtered. "And no, he isn't. He's very charming and cute and sometimes crazy, but he's not mean." I tried to compose myself, giving him the best glare I could muster. Charles put his hands up defensively.

"I'm just making sure. Just know that I'll beat his ass if he hurts you."

"Stop swearing!" I practically screeched. "He wouldn't be able to hurt me anyway. I doubt that he even knows my name." I stood up. "I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay..." He sounded bored. "See you tomorrow."

As I began to walk off, I was struck by a bout of confidence. "Charles?" I smiled.

"Hmm?"

"I hate to say this, but you lost your last fight, so you'll probably lose even if you got the chance to fight him."

"Fuck you!" He threw a pillow at me.

"Language!" I scolded once again, picking up the pillow and taking it with me.

"Hey! You can't just take that!"

"You threw it at me! It's mine now!"

"You already have enough pillows on your bed!"

"Make that one more!"

"Just give it back!"

"You can just take it from me!"

"I'm tired!"

"Too bad!"

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I woke up the next morning to see Charles yanking his pillow away from me. "Fucking finally." He sighed, tossing it onto his bed. "Get the fuck up, you gay idiot." He messed up my hair.

"Mean!" I pouted, getting up to retrieve a hairbrush. "And I told you to stop swearing about a million times!"

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." He teased, taking my brush. He held it above his head as I tried to grab it. "Payback, bitch." He smirked.

I cursed my height. "C'mon, I need to look presentable!"

"Hey, I'm doing you a favor. George likes it when your hair is messy."

My cheeks flushed. "How- what- you-"

"I knew who you liked the moment you described him. You don't know many people, so it wasn't really hard to figure out. Anyway," Lee handed me the brush, "you can do what you want. It doesn't matter."

What the heck was happening?

"He likes my messy hair?" Was the only thing I could think of asking.

"Obviously. Messy hair is cute. But he only reacts to you. Every time you get nervous, you play with your hair and it gets all messed up. I saw him blushing and staring at you while we gave our presentation."

That's right. Charles and I were partners for a project called "Religion vs. Equality". We basically just analyzed the Bible and took notes (and I made him go to church with me). We ended up talking about how equality has nothing to do with religion, human rights, stuff like that.

But that was terrifying.

I loved public speaking at church (sometimes I got to read from the Bible to everyone since I volunteered to be a helper), but I had no idea how the class would feel about it. Especially King George.

"King George" is just a nickname he made for himself, but I felt like it would be too casual to just call him by his first name. Besides, I saw him as royalty.

My gay thoughts aside, I knew that I was ruffling my hair. I knew my hair was messy. I was anxious, okay?

But I saw him blushing while I was giving the presentation. Yeah, he was looking at me, but I was speaking, so it made sense. He could've been blushing because of anything.

"He was probably thinking about someone else."

"You gay idiot!" He took the brush again to tap it on my head. "He wants you! You're smart, stop acting stupid!"

I pushed his hand away, frowning. "He doesn't like me, okay? Please stop talking about it."

Charles stared at me, his expression unreadable. And, without saying a word, he dropped the brush and left our dorm room.

Please don't do what I think you will.

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Charles, why. I bit my lip nervously, looking through the keyhole.

Standing outside the room was the beautiful King George himself, examining his nails. I opened the door slightly, watching as he perked up.

My heart was ready to explode.

"Sammy!" He beamed at me.

Not only did he somehow know my name, but he gave me a nickname.

I stepped out to properly address him. "Uh, h-hello, Your Majesty."

Why did I say that?

"'Your Majesty'." He repeated, snickering at the name I gave him.

I flushed in embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, I j-just-"

"You're adorable." He stepped towards me, resting his hand on my cheek. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. If he just leaned in a little more, we would close enough to-

No! Bad thoughts! We're not even dating!

I bowed my head. "Thank you very much, Your- uh... thank you." I said awkwardly. He moved his hand to my chin, tilting my head up.

Aren't we moving a little too quickly? This is the first time we actually talked, and he's already being romantic? Not that I'm complaining, of course, but is this really okay?

"Don't thank me for telling the truth, angel." He ran a thumb over my bottom lip and I forgot how to breathe. "We're going out for breakfast. Follow me." My King suddenly pulled away and grabbed my hand. I stumbled a bit before remembering how to walk. Everything was a jumbled mess.

On one hand, relationships don't usually escalate this fast. Then again, I've been pining for so long that he could propose and I wouldn't have any problems with it.

But there was this seed of doubt in my mind. He's doing this to make fun of me. I'll think he likes me and he'll laugh about me being gullible.

"You don't need to take me out..."

He scoffed. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't treat my angel?"

I choked on my saliva. "Boyfriend?" I squeaked.

"We're dating."

I didn't even get the chance to question how he thought dating worked. He smiled at me, and that's all that mattered.

"O-okay. I'm, um, honored to be your boyfriend." I smiled back, interlacing our fingers. "Is this okay?" A blush spread across my face. Next thing I knew, I was in his arms, his free hand wrapped around my waist.

"Is this okay?" He returned my words, a very attractive smirk on his lips. Goodness, he's so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have him in my life.

I felt safe. Nothing could hurt me as long as I was in his arms. "Yes." I leaned against him. "This is okay."

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I didn't know how to end this sooooo
Basically, Charles went up to Georgie and was like "hey I know you like Sam and he's single so get your mans bye"
That's it
Okay
Bye you beautiful bitches

~Carie