jeremy:

Sam’s face at the jab sent Jeremy into
a fit of obnoxious laughter, and his comment
was only making everything so much
better. He wraps an arm around Sam,
almost as if they were friends, bringing
him close to his body. Due to quiet the
height difference he had to lean down
quiet a bit, but his face resembled the
one of a child talking about Christmas.

“You know, if I didn’t like you Sammy,
I would kill you.”

   he expects a punch, a slap on the face, or another jab at his
   shoulder, not an arm draped around his shoulder. before he
   processes it, at all, sam’s reeled in quickly. fear is a hard thing
   to conceal when he’s left so confused & at a loss for words.
   his brows furrow, looking up at jeremy, & trying to inch away. 

  “wh-.. what?” it’s ambivalent in the worst ways possible. how
   does he even answer without worsening his position? “i,” he
   cannot speak, voice hinged by the fear that if he makes one
   wrong move, a knife from his ‘BEST FRIEND’ would pierce
   his back. literally. “’s great that’s not happening, then, huh?”