Mr. Steve & Mr. Sam: Guidance Counsellors
As soon as Steve met Sam, he knew he’d gotten lucky. Most of the guidance counsellors Steve remembered from his elementary school were stuffy, jowly women, who had no idea went on behind their backs. If a bully pushed him on the playground, Steve pushed back, and they both wound up in detention, doing Mrs. Pain’s mind-numbing friendship worksheets while the bully of the week poked Steve with a pencil to see how may bruises he could make.
Sam Wilson was the opposite of jowly. He looked like the kind of guy to smile for cameras while he was running charity marathons, and because Steve was terminally awkward around attractive people, he told him so.
Sam just laughed, showing off an absolutely charming gap between his front teeth. “I don’t know man, last time someone snapped picture of me at one of those things I looked like I was gonna hurl.”
"But yes to the running for charity, then." Steve tried to check Sam out without being conspicuous. It was clear he was doing more than just running to get arms like that.
"Guilty," Sam replied, still smiling. "A lot of the teachers here do Relay for Life. You wanna join up this year?"
"Oh, I’m usually the guy passing out water at those things."
"That’s good because if I’m being honest," Sam said, peeking over his shoulder for effect, "I’m usually the guy passing out."