Sam is mostly still asleep but he's here, despite the yawning and the temptation of his warm bed calling from his apartment. But he needs to do this, he needs to be here. Sam's got class in an hour and a week from now is the final for it so Sam gets up a couple hours early each morning to sit here at his favorite diner a few streets over from the college. He'll sit here with his books spread out around him and a pencil to chew on as he feverishly studies until it gets to the point that he'll be late for class if he doesn't leave.
He never is late, of course, but the fear of it always gets Sam in motion. Just like the fear of finals and tests and not doing well on them makes Sam get up at ungodly times of the day.
Sam may be in a diner but he never orders anything, too nervous to eat and not at all suicidal enough to order their coffee but he doesn't have time to stop at Starbucks to get the good stuff.
He sits here alone, head bent over a text book, for about a half hour before someone approaches(right on time) and slides onto the bench across from him.
"I will never get over how much of a nervous nerd you are." It's said with fond exasperation and Sam grins before looking at his best friend.
"Morning Gabriel."
"Insane morning to you too, Sammy." The short medical intern says with a sigh before pushing a tall, steaming cup that read 'Starbucks' on the sides across the table.
Sam falls on it with a grateful groan and sucks his first deep drag, feeling instantly a thousand times better with the shot of liquid heaven.
Gabriel snickers with a roll of his eyes and Sam smiles happily at him, "Thank you, Gabe."
"Yeah, yeah. You'd perish without the stuff and I gotta take care of my boy, right? I mean, who else would be willing to do all my work for me?"
Sam laughs and relaxes in a way he hadn't been a moment ago. "I'm a law student not a med student, I couldn't help you even if you did bribe me. Almost a good excuse though."
"Eh, close enough. If anyone asks I'll just lie." Gabriel says, brushing it off.
"Why do you have to have an excuse anyway? To buy me these, I mean. You do it every time I get like this." Sam feels pride in himself for noticing his behavior to be less then healthy, not that he plans to change it.
Gabriel shrugs and props his head on his palm, "I don't, not really. You're my best friend, you've kept me as sane as I've ever been and I keep you alive so..." He trails off but Sam gets it.
They have a give and take friendship that's solid as they come. They can get on each others nerves and do so all the time what with Gabriel's special brand of childish tendencies and Sam neurotic OCD but at the end of the day(or bright and early morning) they're best friends and that says it all.
Sam takes another sip of his coffee and goes back to studying as Gabriel settles his head on his arms on the table to nap for a while, as usual. He looks at Gabriel's messy mop of amber, brown hair and smiles. He thinks of his coffee, how much of a life line it is and is reminded of something he'd read once. It seems extremely appropriate for the moment so he grabs a napkin and writes it down.
A good coffee is like friendship. Rich, warm and strong.
Sam folds the cloth up and sticks it in his back pocket. He thinks maybe later he'll tape it Gabriel's bathroom mirror next time he's over. Gabriel would appreciate the double meaning.
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College AU
Date: 2011-12-05 04:56 pm (UTC)He never is late, of course, but the fear of it always gets Sam in motion. Just like the fear of finals and tests and not doing well on them makes Sam get up at ungodly times of the day.
Sam may be in a diner but he never orders anything, too nervous to eat and not at all suicidal enough to order their coffee but he doesn't have time to stop at Starbucks to get the good stuff.
He sits here alone, head bent over a text book, for about a half hour before someone approaches(right on time) and slides onto the bench across from him.
"I will never get over how much of a nervous nerd you are." It's said with fond exasperation and Sam grins before looking at his best friend.
"Morning Gabriel."
"Insane morning to you too, Sammy." The short medical intern says with a sigh before pushing a tall, steaming cup that read 'Starbucks' on the sides across the table.
Sam falls on it with a grateful groan and sucks his first deep drag, feeling instantly a thousand times better with the shot of liquid heaven.
Gabriel snickers with a roll of his eyes and Sam smiles happily at him, "Thank you, Gabe."
"Yeah, yeah. You'd perish without the stuff and I gotta take care of my boy, right? I mean, who else would be willing to do all my work for me?"
Sam laughs and relaxes in a way he hadn't been a moment ago. "I'm a law student not a med student, I couldn't help you even if you did bribe me. Almost a good excuse though."
"Eh, close enough. If anyone asks I'll just lie." Gabriel says, brushing it off.
"Why do you have to have an excuse anyway? To buy me these, I mean. You do it every time I get like this." Sam feels pride in himself for noticing his behavior to be less then healthy, not that he plans to change it.
Gabriel shrugs and props his head on his palm, "I don't, not really. You're my best friend, you've kept me as sane as I've ever been and I keep you alive so..." He trails off but Sam gets it.
They have a give and take friendship that's solid as they come. They can get on each others nerves and do so all the time what with Gabriel's special brand of childish tendencies and Sam neurotic OCD but at the end of the day(or bright and early morning) they're best friends and that says it all.
Sam takes another sip of his coffee and goes back to studying as Gabriel settles his head on his arms on the table to nap for a while, as usual. He looks at Gabriel's messy mop of amber, brown hair and smiles. He thinks of his coffee, how much of a life line it is and is reminded of something he'd read once. It seems extremely appropriate for the moment so he grabs a napkin and writes it down.
A good coffee is like friendship. Rich, warm and strong.
Sam folds the cloth up and sticks it in his back pocket. He thinks maybe later he'll tape it Gabriel's bathroom mirror next time he's over. Gabriel would appreciate the double meaning.