Samson grinned deviously as he saw Angel laughing about him being a rebel. It was the truth, and when Angel claimed he would be surprised about the things he would learn about him it instantly made him arch his eyebrow. "Well of course not no one does." He said with a sigh as he had thought about his own parents. His invisible father and his overbearing mother. It was left and right with them both but of course he still loved them both. Sammie shruged when Angel asked him if he looked at himself in the mirror lately to see his face. Of course he hadn't. Samson didn't want to be reminded of what had happened to him.<br/><br/>It was something he just tried to shrug off and forget seeing how often it occurred. "Well I am glad you have fallen for my pretty face. But seriously thanks for fixing me up baby. Means a lot." Samson knew that Angel was going to take him any way. Bruised, swollen or battered because it was him. To Samson he knew that he was the one person Angel could be himself. Samson let out a soft sigh as he felt Angel fix him up, it was indescribable to have someone care for you that much to take care of you. He had never felt that before, he had always seemed to be invisible himself, a nothing. If anything a waste of toxic space.<br/><br/>Samson closed his eyes and chuckled for a moment as he heard Angel say that if he was going to hang out with him that he was going to be taught how to get out of things. Claiming that all he had to do was tell Coach Henry that he forgot his note in the nurse's office. "If it were only that simple baby. I did tell him, he couldn't care less about a bum ankle. I don't get the leisure the macho football guy gets." Samson said with a flirty wink. Samson learned to deal with things going for the worst. It was a feeling he was very well used too. When things started going good in his life something came up to make it bad once more.<br/><br/>Sammie moaned delightfully as he felt Angel undo the wrap on his ankle "Oh thank you, that feels so much better." Samson ground his teeth together as Angel started rubbing it. The pressure brought slight pain yet it soothed it at the same time, as if it was exactly what it needed. "You're not lucky Angel. Look at us now Angel, you are being sweet, kind, caring and protective of me. What more can I ask for. I don't give a damn if you treat me like shit at school. All you are doing is acting for all those douche bags. I am in it for you. Us. Here look now. Its just us. This is what I am doing this for. For this Angel. I could care less about their world. I care about our world here."<br/><br/>Samson was so full of passion it was like he could move a country or light a room with just his outlook on it all. Samson took in a breath as he felt Angel start running his fingers through his soft, silky hair. His masculine fingers weaved through his locks like a knife through softened butter. But after he said he loved him Sammie could tell that Angel was put off by what he had just said. The soothing feeling in his scalp came to an abrupt hault. Samson couldn't help but mentally swear at himself for saying something like that way too soon but for him it felt like ages since he had held his feelings for Angel in.<br/><br/>Samson had been watching him ever since the project and he could sense their connection even then. Something strange pulled him in, but since he thought Angel was straight he kept the thoughts and dreams to himself. Locked away in the deep corners of his mind, wishes and desires. Samson stiffened as he let out a deep exhale as he was asked why he had loved Angel. Why when he was just doing the right thing, nothing to deserve love.<br/><br/>Samson was about to speak when he felt Angel's finger start to move again. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated growl when Angel said that he was just getting to know him so there was no way he could love him. "Angel you act like we are strangers. Ever since that project you have always been in my mind. I can't lie and tell you I haven't thought about us being together before because I have. When we were partners I started having sex dreams about you. That you came out of the popular crowd saying you wanted me to give you something that the cheer skanks couldn't. Commitment, passion whatever you want to call it. And look, it was real. I was right. Angel we are meant for one another and I am sorry if you want to avoid the I love you conversation but I can't I know what it is, or what it will eventually become. I just want to be fully open with you. Every one just cuts me down in life. And here you are fixing me, wanting to heal me up. Look baby if I overstepped I am sorry. I just don't want to lose you." Samson felt a twinge in his nose, making him pull away the ice pack, sitting up he felt he had worked himself up enough to give himself a nose bleed. The fact he had been so heated up from the conversation and the fact it had been bleeding earlier made it only that easier. "Damnit." He said as he leaned his head back on Angel's lap tilting his head back so it wouldn't drip anywhere.