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He let the teacher's tiring voice rush over him like the sea tide luring him to sleep as he gazed dazedly out the window at the blue sky as the sun warmed him comfortably.

He sighed blissfully and slowly slid into position, letting his arms pillow his heavy head.

It seemed like only seconds before someone was shaking him awake.

"Wake up, Sam." A familiar voice whined. "You said you'd walk home with me."

With deliberate slowness Sam turned his head so he could glare at Ben for interrupting his sleep. He didn't care if it was time to go home, they were allowed to stay after school for awhile so if it weren't for Ben he'd have been able to catch a couple more Z's.

"Piss off, Ben." He growled.

Ben backed up a little nervously but then he steeled his resolve and looked Sam in the eyes determinedly.

"You promised,"

"Promises are made to be broken. Leave me alone."

Ben huffed and spun around on his heel shouting over his shoulder "If you keep acting that way you'll die alone!"

Sam continued glaring at the closed door for a moment before his head settled back onto his arms with renewed purpose. Only now he couldn't sleep.

Ben's leaving words had been childish and unimportant. But that didn't mean they didn't stick in his mind. He could just ignore them and be on his merry way lazing around and doing the things he loved or he could suck it up and go to the extra effort to please other people so they would like him. No way.

Eventually Sam fell asleep again.

He had a peculiar dream as well. He dreamt that he was relaxing in the middle of a hazy flower field when all of a sudden the skies darkened with ominous clouds and the very air crackled with thunder as the lightning alone lit up the sky. And then it started pouring. And when he said pouring he meant pouring. Bucketfuls of water splashed onto his head as he watched on without interest. And then the world started apologizing.

The world's voice sounded horrified that it had done a horrible thing such as raining on somebody and strangely enough it sounded like a female his age as well.

Sam slowly blinked his eyes to find himself back in the class room but for some reason he was soaked.

"Oh dear, I'm so, so sorry!" A voice squeaked and Sam looked in the direction of the voice.

It was Clare, a girl in his class. She was cute. Currently she was sprawled on the floor looking like she'd just tripped and she was apologizing with tears in her eyes, holding a mop in one hand and an empty bucket in the other.

Clare must have been given the task of cleaning the classroom for the day and then tripped, accidently spilling the washing water on him.

Not once while Sam had been thinking had Clare stopped apologizing, he didn't know why, he wasn't exactly a scary guy. He had dark green eyes and tangled black hair and he was of average height and weight. What with him being soaking wet and looking like he'd just woken up he probably looked like a drowned kitten.

"It's okay," Sam said monotonously.

The apologies stopped instantly.

"…what?" She asked confused.

"I said it's okay." Sam repeated himself and then he stood up, it was about time to head home anyways.

Then he looked out of the window, unlike the earlier dream like warmth it was now pouring. Sam considered his situation. He didn't have an umbrella but it didn't matter since after all was already wet. He decided that he'd just ignore it and head home anyways.

"Here you go." Clare's timid voice said behind him.

Sam turned around to see Clare blushing and looking shyly at the ground as she stretched out her hands to him holding a towel waiting for him to relieve her of it.

He was just about to tell her that it was okay, he didn't need a towel, he'd be heading home now without an umbrella in the pouring rain but just as he opened his mouth to say the words she gave him the towel. And their hands met.

Her hands were soft and warm and Sam became all of a sudden very aware of the fact that his hands were very, very cold and probably uncomfortable to the touch. But all thoughts of cold left his mind when she raised her head to look him right in the eyes. Suddenly the color grey was the most beautiful in the whole world.

Her grey eyes shone and her blond hair that Sam just realized was as soft as satin even without touching it, billowed in a nonexistent wind and her scent suddenly touched his nose and she smelled like chocolate and spring. He thought he could hear a thousand silky soft whispers at once as she expelled warmth like a radiator.

Sam realized that he had been a fool. She wasn't cute at all. She was beautiful. She was perfect. Even if she'd just spilled washing water all over him.

"Thank you," he whispered but not because of the towel as she thought and he dried himself and just for her he helped her clean the class room.

As they talked for what seemed like seconds but was actually hours she told him she was in the light music club. Sam resolved to join as soon as possible. He also resolved to marry Clare.

He recalled Ben's earlier words about him dying alone. He snorted. He wasn't going to die alone, he was going to marry Clare. They were soul mates.

So as he walked home with the sun shyly peeking out from behind a few receding clouds and a rainbow sparkled over his head he walked with a spring in his step as he hummed a happy tune.

He was in love.