NATALIA
“Hey Sam. Can I talk to you?” I ask through the wood of his bedroom door. Its late; a few days after talking with Mia. I meant to do this sooner, but we went heavy on patrols the last two days to “shake things up” as Drake put it. Jonah and I spent a lot of the time in the trees while Drake and Sa did heavy running at the borders. Now, I finally have the chance.
“Yeah, Nat, just come in,” he hollers. “What’s up?” he asks once I have shut the door behind me.
“I want to talk to you about Mia.” I blurt out. Sam is my best friend, but I am still a little worried about offending him during this conversation. Hurting his male ego or some s**t. I chew on my lip, nervously watching him from the other side of the bed. But he doesn’t yell or hide or even flinch. He just sighs.
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