Title: The Hole in Room 218
"You, you, you, what? Spit it out, what do you want?"
Becca was perfectly sure she knew what he wanted. She had no intention of making it easy for him. It was all she could do not to laugh. His rail thin frame looked so out of place in formal wear. His wrists and ankles stuck out uncomfortably from the ends of his sleeves and pant legs. His tightly curled, brown-black hair was as unruly as ever. His hair had a habit of doing whatever it wanted no matter how much he tried to control it. His deep brown eyes had flecks of gold in them. Becca thought he looked as if he might cry. She decided that if he did manage to say whatever it was he planned to say, that she'd let him off the hook. They had never had a serious fight before and she was getting a bit lonely without his company.
"I'm waiting." Becca said through gritted teeth.
"Well," Sam began again, "I wanted to, um, you see, ah. Shoot, this isn't going like I planned." Sam scrubbed at his head with his hand causing his hair to become even more unruly, if that was at all possible. Now he looked like a distressed chicken. Becca did her best not to laugh. He could be so adorable at times. She was beginning to wonder why she had stayed mad at him for so long. Sam looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry I'm such an ass."