Samson finally had everything put away, he left the city to escape. He decided to move to a small town in rural Arkansas, he bought a small home, and was planning on settling into a simple life with fewer distractions, and more relaxation. No sooner had Samson sat on the couch and put his feet up, his lips feeling the cold coming off of his Heineken there was a knock at his front door. He stopped lips pursed for that first sip of well-deserved beer, he could feel the vein throb at his temple. He beer clinked as he set it down on the glass coffee table. Taking a deep sigh, he forced himself up to answer the door.

He wished for solitude and instead he got intrusive knocks at the door. Samson opened the door not knowing what to expect on the other side, he moved to this town not knowing anyone, and not looking to know anyone any time soon. A handsome beaming smile greeted him, "Hi, I just wanted to come over and welcome you to Cavanaugh, I am your next-door neighbor Edson."

Samson stared, his brain burning trying to figure out why Edson sounded so familiar, still silent he looked closer at his hazel eyes, that warm but crooked smile. This was Edson, he had grown up, and was it possible more handsome. Realizing he was standing at the door dumbfounded and had yet to say anything, he stuck out his hand, "Hi Edson, you aren't Edson Chang from Renton, are you?"

Edson stared at him now a puzzled and creeped out look on his face, "Umm yes I lived in Renton when I was younger, how did you know?"

"I'm Samson Rogers, we had class together in junior high before you moved away. Remember I sat in front of you in Math."

"Jeez that was a long time ago, sorry Samson, I don't remember you, but that is a crazy memory you have, how is the move in going, looks like you are mostly settled in."

"Ya, it's coming along, did you want to come in, I just cracked a beer if you want to join me."

"Sure, why not?"

Samson left Edson in the front room and went to grab a beer for him from the fridge. He stopped and checked himself in the mirror fixing his hair before taking a deep breath and heading back.

They sat and talked, Samson learned that after Renton Edson had moved out to Arkansas with his family, and after graduation had stuck around, and worked odd ranch jobs for the locals. He seemed happy in his simple life, and that gave Samson at least a little hope for his decision. He also seemed like a pretty nice guy, and even though he hadn't planned on rushing out to make friends, the world seemed to have other plans.

After Edson had left Samson continued to unpack a little, but he couldn't get Edson out of his mind. Feelings kept rushing in, and though he could tell Edson was a nice guy, he didn't think he was aware of the fact that Samson remembered him was because he had a huge crush on him from the first time, he saw him in the 3rd grade. Samson decided he should go to bed sleep off the beer and hope the feelings for Edson would dissipate before morning.

He took an ambien to help him sleep, he was dead to the world in 20 mins, until he woke up at 3AM soaked in sweat. He reached over and turned on the lamp.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Edson yelled, startled awake by the light.

"I, um, sleepwalk, I took an ambien, I didn't mean to, I am sorry," Samson said.

"Dude, just get out of my house, go home," Edson said, luckily, he had calmed down, though the tension in his neck told Samson that he was still freaked out.

Edson left offering profuse apologies.

On his walk back to his place hand on his head sighing, he mumbled to himself, "Well at least I didn't kill this one, that's progress."