Last week, we left our heroes, Will and Sam, in a precarious predicament. After a verbal slugfest that was both very loud and very public, the odds of them finding a “happily ever after” are at an all-time low. Exasperated by Will’s behavior, Sam imposes a midnight deadline on their relationship. If nothing happens by then, Sam’s cutting Will out of her life and never looking back.
Meanwhile, Will’s busy solving physics problems, blissfully unaware that he’s teetering on the cliff of romantic devastation. Although he’s mere hours away from hurricane force winds of female frustration blowing him away, Will is unwittingly agonizing over partial differential equations. What will the evening’s final hours hold for our embattled couple? Does Will blow his last chance with Sam, or will he valiantly swoop in and save the day? Will he even realize that there’s a day that needs saving? Find out on this week’s episode of “Our Story.”
I Get Some Help
Every once in a while, God puts a special person in your life to make sure you don’t seriously screw things up. For me, that person was Kathryn Mason, Sam’s devoted roommate.
After talking with Sam about the disastrous events of the evening, Kathryn knew she had to do something. Sam and I were just too perfect for each other to throw it all away over some silly deadline. But Kathryn couldn’t tell Sam that. Sam was in a place of deep emotional pain: she didn’t need judgment, she needed support.
So, Kathryn instead decided to resort to plan B: talk to me about everything that’s going on and hope I would choose to do something about it. Although Sam wasn’t a fan of this plan, she reluctantly approved it with one caveat. Kathryn was not allowed, under any circumstances, to let me know that Sam liked me. Kathryn agreed to these terms and set off for my apartment.
Kathryn Drops By
I was the only in my apartment still up by the time Kathryn knocked on my door. Although I was a little confused to see her, I invited her in and offered her a seat on my couch. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked, “What’s up? Not to be rude, but it’s pretty late. Is something wrong?”
Kathryn demonstrated great self-control by not yelling, “Of course something’s wrong, you imbecile!” Instead, she went with, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this, but Sam likes you.” So much for promises between roommates.
I was taken aback by Kathryn’s startling revelation (well, startling for me, painfully obvious for everyone else). It caught me completely off-guard. I wasn’t quite sure what to say back.
Kathryn noticed the dazed look on my face and gave me a minute for things to sink in. During that time, I played back the evening’s events through my mind. This second time around, things made a lot more sense. As the pieces all clicked into place, I couldn’t help but think, “Wow, I’m an idiot.”
After letting me contemplate my stupidity for a while, Kathryn eventually continued, “Not only does Sam like you, but I think you like her too. And even if you don’t, you should. You two are perfect for each other. I’m here to tell you that if you ever want anything to happen between you and her, you have two hours. If nothing happens in the next two hours, she’s writing you off. Forever. So go. Get your butt over there, now.”
As I listened to her impassioned plea, I realized I couldn’t imagine living life without Sam. She was the happiest part of my day, every day. We’d grown to be such close friends that it felt like she was a part of me. It didn’t seem possible that I could lose her, but here was Kathryn saying that I could.
I knew that I’d torture myself forever if I let Sam slip through my fingers, so I resolved to fix the mess I’d made. After thanking Kathryn for her timely intervention, I set off for Sam’s apartment.
At Sam’s Place
On my walk over, I was full of that nervous, excited energy you get when you really like someone and you think that person might like you back. Even though I was riding an emotional high, I wasn’t sure what to do when I got to Sam’s place. I felt like I needed to do something big, something epic to make up for my actions earlier that night. I even contemplated pulling a Romeo and Juliet and confessing my romantic desires through poetry while standing beneath Sam’s bedroom window (in retrospect, this approach may have come off as more than a little creepy). Eventually, I decided against a grand display of affection (we’d already had enough publicity for one night) and I settled on a simpler approach.
When I got to her apartment, I knocked softly and Sam let me in. I told her I wanted to listen to a song with her and I used her laptop to pull up “Complicated” by Carolyn Dawn Johnson. If you haven’t heard the song, it’s about a girl who really likes a guy but she’s afraid to tell him because she doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. Basically, Carolyn wrote “Complicated” for us in that moment.
When the song was over, Sam took out her earphones and said, “Yup, I get that.”
I’m a little slow on the uptake and it took me a minute to connect the dots. My thought process went something like this, “She gets it . . . hmmmm, so that means what? . . . That must mean she likes one of her friends . . . and that friend must be . . . me. Right? Wait, am I sure it’s me? It’s not someone else, is it? No, it must be me . . . but, wait . . . if it is me, that means that . . . Sam likes me? SAM LIKES ME! SHE ACTUALLY, REALLY LIKES ME!”
I wanted to dance and sing and jump and party all at once. Sensing though that maybe this wasn’t the best setting for a full out “Will’s Dance of Joy” celebration, I instead kept my cool and asked Sam, “Do you want to go on a walk with me?”
Another Golden Opportunity Arises (And This Time I Take It)
As we walked, we talked about how right it felt for our friendship to blossom into a romance. We relived the highs and lows of getting to know each other, everything from that first conversation on my balcony to the service project showdown just hours before. We marveled how we’d both never felt this way about another person before. Sure, we’d both dated other people, but this was different. This was perfect, as perfect as perfect can be.
After walking for about half an hour, we sat down to rest our feet. As we sat there, Sam looked over at me and our eyes met. She was smiling that same beautiful, radiant smile she’d given me the night before. Again, every fiber in my being begged me to kiss her.
This time, I did. Without the slightest hesitation, I leaned over and kissed that gorgeous, angelic mouth of hers.
And she kissed back.
What a rush! My heart was thumping so hard it felt like it would jump through my ribcage. Even though I didn’t want it to end, I quickly pulled back so as not to smother Sam.
As I withdrew, Sam exclaimed, “William Carter, you just kissed me!”
Not sure how to respond, I half asked, half stated, “I’m sorry?”
After reassuring me that it was fine (she was just surprised), Sam said, “You know Will, you can’t kiss me without being my boyfriend.”
I said, “Sounds good to me. You want to go out Friday night?”
And thus began the world’s greatest romance.
Next Week . . .
Now that Will and Sam are dating, how does their relationship change? Do they seamlessly slide into the roles of boyfriend/girlfriend, or are there some bumps along the way? Find out in next week’s episode of “Our Story.”
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