SammytheFox 5 Pages NSFW
The transition from high school to university is a dramatic one, one that most aren't able to handle on their own. As an 18-year-old, you were unable to drink, unable to go to clubs or bars, but were required to move out on your own and take care of yourself for the first time. Most had to finally learn how to do laundry on their own, or cook proper meals (so, not grilled cheese sandwiches or simply boiling eggs). It was the balance between being a kid and being an adult, and in this generation, you were treated like a kid until you had a proper career- which usually happened in your mid-30's.
Sam, one of these 18-year-olds, was having an incredibly hard time coming to the fact that she would now be deemed as an adult as well. She would be attending University as a psychology major in just 2 months, and she couldn't believe she would have to move out of her parents house and stay in residence by herself. Besides this, she was extremely worried that her friendship with Bailey would be completely destroyed in the process. Bailey, who had been her best friend for 10 years now, decided that she was not interested in continuing her education. She followed her dad's footsteps and would be apprenticing at his corporate office, in hopes that she would be hired in a few years. This means there would be at least a 10 hour drive for her to see her best friend after being used to seeing her every single day for 10 years.
Ever since she expressed her worries to Bailey at the start of their last year of high school, she had been continually reassured that everything would be alright. They lived in the age of technology, Bailey had said, and that meant they could easily call each other through Snapchat or facebook and talk all night, they could even fall asleep together every night if she wanted. Bailey promised they would never ever stop being as close as they were at that very moment. Sam disagreed. She heard the stories- the horror tales of friends finding someone they really liked and then disappearing off the face of the earth, or worse, forcing their best friends to hang out with their boyfriends or girlfriends every time they got together. The very idea of Bailey being closer with someone else horrified Sam to her very core. It was the worst thing she could possibly imagine happen to her.
Bailey was a very beautiful woman, she had long legs, an athletic waist, and her hair up in a ponytail with gum always in her mouth. She was confident, clever, and had a way of words that attracted people to her. Her problem was she could never stick to just one person- this made Sammy constantly feel reassured. During their sleepovers, Bailey would recount stories of the jocks in the school she would date, and they would giggle as Bailey spoke of their girlfriends walking in on them making out at a game afterparty, extremely angry at them, and screaming on top of their lungs until Bailey had to run home, escaping their wrath. Bailey wasn't specific on who she dated either- she has experimented with men, women, transexual men, and dabbled on some asexual people as well. Bailey was the type of person who just
loved
people, and wanted to explore everything they had to offer her as much as possible.
Sam wasn't exactly sure why Bailey didn't have any long term relationships, she once thought maybe it was because she knew Sam would be lonely if she dated someone more permanent, but she didn't want to think that highly of herself. The longest relationship she had was with a boy named Peter who played basketball in the school team. It wasn't even really a relationship- they snuck into each other's houses at night and continued for around 6 months until Peter found a more permanent arrangement- which Bailey seemed completely unconcerned about. Sam, on the other hand, was an innocent bystander through all this. She was extremely shy, to the point where most people in the school saw her as Bailey's shadow. No one dared to make fun of her in fear of Bailey's wrath. And so, Bailey was her only friend, and it was all Sam really needed. Who needs a bunch of vague informal relationships when you can have one amazing one that gave you everything you needed? Because of this, Sam has only ever had one kiss at a truth or dare party when she was 13. She's never been on a date, though she's thought about it a lot recently.
She felt as if she was missing out on something everyone got to experience, but she was extremely scared of boys- she didn't want to talk to them, and everytime one of them smiled at her, all she wanted to do was scream and hide. Bailey was encouraging about it, too. Always asking her to talk to her girlfriends' and boyfriends' friends, always teasing her and asking her if she was straight or not, or whether or not she even knew.
The truth was- Sam had no idea what she was. She's never felt anything for anyone. Celebrity images, movies with hot sex scenes, good looking people at the school- it did nothing for her. The only thing that made her know she wasn't fully asexual was the spark she got everytime she listened intently to Bailey's stories. She wanted to be her so badly, and she lived through her, pretending she was her when she fell asleep at night, wishing she could be as cool and outgoing. It wasn't that she couldn't be if she wanted to, many guys have looked at her when they went out, appreciating her curvy figure- she had DD's and hips that curved out, showing her hourglass shape well- no matter how much she tried to hide it. She had smooth black hair that went down to her waist and thick black glasses because she was technically legally blind.
Being in university was going to be hell, she just knew it. She wouldn't have Bailey to hide behind anymore. She was going to go backwards, be less than a shadow- no one would even know she existed. She hadn't been able to sleep just thinking about it, and she feared expressing this to Bailey because she knew she would feel bad and offer to come see her more often, which Sam knew she wouldn't be able to afford.
They were in line to buy slushies at the gas station when her eyes started to fall from the tiredness, and Bailey cleared her throat, waking her up.
"Excuse me, am I boring you?" She asked, crossing her arms as the cashier scanned their slushie cups.
"No. Sorry, I couldn't sleep last night." Sam grumbled, exhausted.
Her face immediately became concerned. "Again? What's wrong, baby?"
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing." She answered dismissively. The cashier handed them their drinks after Bailey swiped her card. They walked out the store, closing the door behind them.
"It's not about school again, is it?"
Sam's eyes widened, but she was used to Bailey reading her mind like that, "Yeah... you know I hate when I don't know what to expect, and I'm going to miss you so much."
"I'm going to miss you, too, it's not just you in this friendship, you know."
"I know but... you're so much better at making friends than me." Sam signed and looked away, not wanting Bailey to read more of her thoughts.
"I've already taught you everything you need to know." She grinned and patted Sam dramatically on the head. "They're going to love you." Sam ignored her, sipping on her drink and sitting on a bench, looking up at the setting sun.
"You know what? I have an idea." Bailey said. Sam looked up, concerned. She hated when Bailey got ideas. "I have a way to calm you down and help you sleep." She winked.
"What?" She was almost too afraid to ask.
"Let's get drunk tonight." Bailey concluded proudly.
"Um... you remember what happened the last time you got that idea don't you? I puked all night and you had to hold my hair up, and my dad almost caught on to the empty alcohol stock and started locking it up..." She sighed, her parents hated Bailey at times for her bad influence, but have never really stopped her from being friends with her- solely because she was her
only
friend, and the fact that Sam always had amazing marks and never really went home late.
"We'll be better this time, you've already developed a tolerance." She winked again. "And we won't steal from your dad this time."
"Who are we stealing from, then?" She took another sip of her drink, starting to warm up to the idea.
"We'll pay someone to buy it for us, people do it all the time. I just got some cash on the side so I'm super ready for this."
"Okay..." Sam said, worried again. This was a bit dramatic, even for Bailey. But she appreciated the effort of trying to make her feel better.
"C'mon, ditch the slushie." She took Sam's hand, and Sam blushed at the physical contact. She wasn't used to any touching at all, and the only physical contact she's ever really gotten was from Bailey when they rolled around on the bed at sleepovers. She dragged her all the way to the local alcohol shop and they stood outside, looking suspicious.
"What now?" Sam asked.
