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To his credit, Sam had forgiven Neal weeks ago. Hell, if they could be cool after trying to strangle each other and dumpung acid on the carpet, Sam figured there wasn't much that could wholely destroy their friendship. So when Neal called, apologizing, Sam was more than happy to reciprocate. They had already planned to meet up with Bill and bike around the neighborhood the next day.
But that night as Sam lay in bed, he became troubled about why he'd acted the way he did in the first place. Why had he not just told Neal that he knew Lindsey was fine? Why not just tell him she ran away to follow the Dead? Why did Sam enjoy making Neal squirm? As Sam rolled it over and over in his mind, he slowly put it together. Ever since he found out that Neal was secretly in love with Lindsey, he felt alone, betrayed and unimportant. Sam had alwaysed loved the way Neal made him feel; they were best friends, and Neal's company always made Sam feel warm and special. But before he could allow too much truth to surface, Sam settled for, "I've been mean to Neal because I thought he liked Linsey better." The Weir men were exceptionally talented at denying reality to themselves in order to have a tidy answer to complex emotions.
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door. Sam ran to his window and saw Neal waiting at outside. Sam quickly finished putting his shoes on and ran out the door yelling, "Bye Ma! We're going biking, I'll be back later," as he left.
When he stepped outside Sam saw Neal standing beside his bike in one of his smaller, older vests. Unable to hold back his relief at seeing Neal again, Sam ran over and hugged him hard. Neal, pervert that he is, took the advantage to feel Sam's butt a little. After the hug had gone on too long, both got worried the other would suspect something, and broke off quickly. Sam asked where thay were headed, and Neil awkwardly replied that it was a cool, out of the way place he found during their estrangement.
They rode wthout a word, through the streets of their little town. Sam had never been around this part before, but Neal knew a lot after biking around well into the night with the garage door clicker. When finnally they arrived, Neal propped his bike against a tree and began walking into the patch of forest.
Growths of trees in suburbs are never very big, but this one was nice, secluded, and quiet. Neal walked in a bit and sat on a large rock that was next to a falen log he'd moved there earlier. Neal was not going to let anything go to chance; he planned everything about that night before it happened.
"So..." Sam said with a nervous grin, as be began examining his shoes for signs of wear.
"Okay, look Sam. I have something very important and very prvate to tell you."
"Umm... umm, okay?" said Sam, his voice cracking a little with the questioning tone. He was more than a little unnerved that he was subconciously adopting the same stupidity he always had when he talked with Cindy Sanders.
"Well, Sam. I..." Neal trailed off. He took a deep breath and swollowed hard. "Sam..." he stalled for more time. "SamI'mgay" came out in one syllable.
"Excuse me, what?"
"I said... I said I'm gay, Sam."
"No Neal, I heard what you said. I just don't know why you said it."
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