fandomtownies | the boardwalk ; monday afternoon

Despite the problems Sam had been having with his ghosts disrupting people (or person) lately, he wasn't in too bad a mood today. That might have been because he'd gone out skateboarding for a long, long time and was just now sitting down to take a breather. He was hot and sweaty but it had felt good to channel some of his discontent and guilt into exercise. He swiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes and stretched his legs out, using his skateboard as a foot stool for the moment.

He was spending as much time away from the tents as he could and therefore, spending as much time not sleeping as possible. It might be unhealthy but there was no way he was gonna risk scaring people he didn't know with random ghost visits. It was hard enough that he was bothering Natalie with it.

So, he wasn't sleeping and he was barely around the campsite which meant he was either off skateboarding, walking, or just...doing something that kept him away and didn't put his tentmates at risk.

It was stupid, he knew, because most people here were used to weird things but Sam was stupid at the best of times.

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"Yes, I'm just such a catch with my scars and my ghosts and my insecurities," Sam murmured, nodding again. "Prime boyfriend material, right here."

"Some people think that," Natalie replied with an idle shrug. "Some people think those are all a part of you. Though it does help you have a pretty face."

"And who thinks I have a pretty face?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Would that be you?"

"Among other people," she said with another shrug. "I'm just the one admiring you most closely."

"Among other people?" Sam asked, not sure if he was buying that. "Not sure if that's true."

"Have you actually ever looked at your face?" Natalie wondered. "It's not disfigured, you know."

"I dunno, maybe I just see my face differently," Sam said, shrugging. "What do you see anyway?"

"Everything." Maybe that was a joke. "I see eyes I like to look into, whether they're dark as night or not. Good bone structure. A face fit for a TV network specializing in pretty young people, and an excellent smile."

"You can probably thank my mom for that," he said, unwilling to give his father any credit. "Good genes and all."

It was girlfriend niceness, probably, that Natalie refrained from pointing out how genes actually worked. She just brought her hand up trace the curve of his bottom lip. "Mm. Well, I really like your face."

"Thanks," he said and ducked his head, hiding a smile. "I really like your face too."

Natalie kissed his cheek. "What's there to like?"

She was mostly asking to make him reciprocate.

"Absolutely nothing," he joked before shaking his head. "You've got gorgeous, soft skin, to start. Dark, mysterious eyes since you seldom give anything away with them but people wanna know more anyway. A surprising smile because sometimes I can tell you're even surprised you smiled or you laughed. And one of the most beautiful singing voices I've ever heard."

"That last thing isn't really a part of my face," Natalie argued, but quietly. "It's an unrelated feature."

"I don't care," Sam said, shaking his head. "To me, it's a part of the whole package so I'll list it if I wanna list it."

"Defiance," she murmured, amused, trying to kiss him again. Maybe nibble on his lip a little. "I like that."

"Mmm, do you?" Sam asked, sliding his arms more comfortably around her and making sure she stayed close to him. "Never knew you wanted to date a rebel. I can be defiant when I wanna be."

She hadn't really been planning to go anywhere, but that was nice all the same. "I was aware of that," she said. "It's attractive in small doses."

"I'm learning new things about you all the time," he laughed, smiling down at her. "I'm not planning on becoming an out and out rebel though. Don't worry. Not my style."

"Good," she decided. "I don't want every instance of doing a little cleaning in the room to become a battle of wills."

"Is that your subtle way of telling me the room needs to be cleaned?" Sam asked. "Not that we're living there for awhile, but still."

Natalie gave that a quiet snort. "It was just an example, Sam."

Like she ever let the room get to a state where it needed any particular kind of cleaning in he first place.

"Good, then while we're camping, I'll just go back to the room and mess it up," he teased. "Defiance, you see."

"But I'm a girl," Natalie pointed out. "I have many ways of fighting boyfriend defiance."

"Such as...?" Sam prompted because he was curious now. "What will you fight me with?"

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