Back to Palo Alto [rp for ilove_atallman]
Graduation came and went. Sam had packed up his belongings from his two and a half year relationship from the woman he had loved and carried them all back to Lawrence. He had also kept his brother from going to jail on the night where they came to get the last few boxes and Jess' new "friend" was over.
Almost four months away made Sam hesitant to even want to go back to Stanford for law school. His mother pointed out that he had a completely different coast that had a lot of good schools on it, but Sam knew he couldn't run from this forever. He had a full ride at Stanford, and he wasn't going to let Jessica Moore ruin it for him.
He found himself a dingy one bedroom apartment not far from campus and moved all his stuff back from Kansas into it. Then classes started and he was swept back up in the whirlwind of higher education that he didn't have much time to think of anything but depositions, ethics, and law.
Though there was one thing that was on his mind. Every now and then the image of the petite blonde would come back to him - the one who had taken care of him at the bar after that really bad night. At first it was occasionally remembering her, but as the summer months turned to fall, he couldn't help thinking about her more and more.
There was something there; that he knew. It hadn't been the right time then, but now... perhaps?
Nah, she'll think I'm a stalker. He chuckled to himself, but as October approached Sam found a nice little coffee shop across from the bar, and he took to studying there after dinner while keeping an eye on the window. He would see her go to work and leave, and each time he said it would be the time he would talk to her again. But stupidity, or fear, and sometimes the plugged in laptop would prevent him from making that move.
Until the day where the Stanford annual Halloween party invitation came through the student affairs e-mail newsletter. Halloween had always been a big thing with his family every year, and the party on campus was one of the best. There was no way he was going to miss it... but he couldn't go alone now, could he?
Ruby just happened to walk into her job at that moment and Sam took a deep breath. Now or never, Sammy, Dean's voice urged in his head as he packed up his gear and shouldered the bag, intending to cross the street and ask her to the party with him. Simple, easy, right?
Why was he so nervous then?
Almost four months away made Sam hesitant to even want to go back to Stanford for law school. His mother pointed out that he had a completely different coast that had a lot of good schools on it, but Sam knew he couldn't run from this forever. He had a full ride at Stanford, and he wasn't going to let Jessica Moore ruin it for him.
He found himself a dingy one bedroom apartment not far from campus and moved all his stuff back from Kansas into it. Then classes started and he was swept back up in the whirlwind of higher education that he didn't have much time to think of anything but depositions, ethics, and law.
Though there was one thing that was on his mind. Every now and then the image of the petite blonde would come back to him - the one who had taken care of him at the bar after that really bad night. At first it was occasionally remembering her, but as the summer months turned to fall, he couldn't help thinking about her more and more.
There was something there; that he knew. It hadn't been the right time then, but now... perhaps?
Nah, she'll think I'm a stalker. He chuckled to himself, but as October approached Sam found a nice little coffee shop across from the bar, and he took to studying there after dinner while keeping an eye on the window. He would see her go to work and leave, and each time he said it would be the time he would talk to her again. But stupidity, or fear, and sometimes the plugged in laptop would prevent him from making that move.
Until the day where the Stanford annual Halloween party invitation came through the student affairs e-mail newsletter. Halloween had always been a big thing with his family every year, and the party on campus was one of the best. There was no way he was going to miss it... but he couldn't go alone now, could he?
Ruby just happened to walk into her job at that moment and Sam took a deep breath. Now or never, Sammy, Dean's voice urged in his head as he packed up his gear and shouldered the bag, intending to cross the street and ask her to the party with him. Simple, easy, right?
Why was he so nervous then?