The software I'm using doesn't have spell check by the way, and I'm dyslexic, so the odds are that there's some mistakes...be a doll and let them slide?
Someone please tell me why I'm starting another story? For anyone reading Beauty Can Change, We'll Do Things Differently, or Wrong Number, there's a note about them at the bottom!
"Sometimes, the entire form of a piece is through-composed, meaning that each part is different, with no repetition of sections; other forms include strophic, rondo, verse-chorus, or other parts. Some pieces are composed around a set scale, where the compositi..." Pale ears lightly surrounded by blonde hair perked up when hearing the door of the lecture hall close quietly, showing tell-tale signs of someone trying to enter the hall without disruption. A small smile madeit's way over Sam Evans' lips, knowing immeditaly who it was due to the empty seat next to him.
Not taking his eyes off of the professer in front of him, he felt the familiar body slide in next to him in the back row.
"Where've you been, San? You're 15 minutes late, dude." Sam muttered under his breath as Santana opened her books and started copying Sam's notes.
The dark haired girl showed no signs of acknowledging the question and continued to scibble down.
Sam stared at her for a moment before taking a breath to speak again, "Sant-"
"Don't. I'm tired. I'm out of breath. And I'm pissed the hell off. You're buying me coffee after class, then I'll talk. So hush, Trouty." Santana whispered without taking her eyes of her books.
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"Whoever invented coffee, I owe my life too. I would generally be a walking zombie without it."Santana sighed as she took a sip of her freshly bought coffee, curtesy of Sam.
Sam nodded as his response as he took a bite out of his blueberry muffin, "So," he paused whilst he chews some more. "Why were you late?"
Santana placed her coffee on the table in a rush and raised her hands in front of her body, silently telling Sam he was in for a Santana Lopez style rant. "First of all, my hot water isnt working, so I had to take a cold shower which consisded of catching the water in my hand and gently placing it on my freezing cold body. Next, my phone's playing up and rejecting calls and emails, meaning I had to spend over an hour on the phone to one of those I'm better than you genius people when in reality they work in a shop so they need to stop thinking they're fucking big men. Oh and lets not forget, to top it all off, my landlord has just increased my rent! Not just some little 10 doller increase, oh no! It's a fucking $330 increase! Which translates into Casa de Lopez is closed and I need to start apartment hunting. So yeah." Santana let out a big breath after finishing her rant.
Silence fell upon the two friends. "Sooooo, you had a good morning then?" Sam said with a smirk.
Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise before narrowing her eyes at the blonde boy. "Oh you have a death wish, I forgot. Don't mess with my Samuel because I swear to the boob god, I will ends you. Right here. Right now." With that she reached across the table and grabbed the remains of Sam's muffin, and stuffing it into her own mouth. "Delicious." She added with a smirk.
Sam observed Santana for a moment, the pair have been friends since the freshmen year of college. For some reason, they just fit, despite being polar opposites. But as soon as Santana started to give Sam hints on how to pick up women, the pair were unsepperable. Sam considers the girl his best friend, and wether or not she considers his, hers, he'd still always be there for her. Including now.
"I swear you don't appreciaite me enough. I'll tell you what, Me and Britt have a spare room, why don't you come stay with us? I'm sure she won't mind." Sam said with a smile, metnally congratualting himself on his idea.
"Question. Who's Britt? How about rent? What's the catch?" Santana fired off, counting each question on her fingers.
"Well first of all that was 3 questions...but anyways, Britt is Brittany, my sister. She's me...but a girl. She's totally awesome, she works at Central Park zoo. Rent is taken care off, it's our uncle's place, all he asks is that we keep the place remotely tidy and let him stay on the couch when he's in town." Sam plastered a smile as big as he could manage onto his face before continuing, "Catch? There's no catch, San!"
Santana looked at Sam, not breaking eye contact. "Catch, Guppy."
The smile dropped from Sam's face as he let out a sigh, "Fine, ok. Ummm, the catch is that you'd have to do a few shows with my band!" Santana quickly went to interupt but Sam reached over and put his hand over her mouth to shush her. "Before you start, it would only be a few shows! We have some pretty big gigs coming up this year and we really need to can do that with a voice like yours. Then if you decide you actually like that, you can be an offical member Cardio Rush!" Sam exclaimed with excitement written all over his face.
He looked hopefully at Santana, who took a moment to think about it. "One question." She paused, before breaking out in a smile, "When can I move in?"
Sam broke out in a grin and did a fist pump, "YES! Dude, this will be so fucking awesome, man!"
"Are you sure you're sister won't mind, though?" Santana requested, "I mean, a girl she's never met, moving in? Little weird, bro!"
Sam shrugged and finished his coffee, "She won't care, trust me. She's the most friendly person she'll ever meet, I promise." Sam started putting his bag over his shoulder and wiping up his mess, "Right, I'm gonna have to go, I told Britt I'd pick up dinner tonight and she's due home in about 30 minutes. I'll run it by her tonight, then...tell you tomorrow after class?" Sam offered, smiling when Santana nodded lightly. The brown haired girl stood up from her seat to give her friend a hug goodbye.
"Thanks for this, Sam. It means a hell of a lot. Next time we go out, I'll make sure you get you some, good and proper."
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Brittany heard the front door shut from her place on the couch. "Sup, Sammy!" She yelled through the house before turning back to the TV to watch the Friends re-run. She let out a giggle at the sight of Joey with a turkey on her head. Slowing down her laughter, she inhaled a few times. "Chinese." She whispered with a small before jumping off the couch and jogging into the kitchen, where she knew Sam would take the food. As she reached the room she planted her feet firm and let her thick socks slide over the wooden floor.
"Britt I swear to god when you break a bone from doing that, I'm not taking you to the hospital, alright?" Sam said with a laugh as the girl struggled to stop once she reached the kitchen counter.
Brittany said nothing but pouted her lips and held her hands out, causing Sam to roll his eyes and place her designated Chinese food tubs into her hand. "Food, get in my belly!" Brittany said as she ran back to the couch with her food in hand, Sam following not long after.
"So how was your day, B?" Sam asked as he pushed Egg fried rice into his mouth. With that, Brittany got a sad look across her face, as she sucked in a noodle that was half hanging out her mouth.
"Jimmy the penguin is sick, they don't think he'll make the week."
Sam showed sympathy for his sister, the girl got attached to everything quickly, including animals, which when you work at a zoo can be both a good and bad thing. "Britt, Jimmy is over 40! He's a Gentoo penguin, they're only meant to live till like, 30 aren't they?"
Brittany nodded in agreement and swolled her mouthfull. "Yeah, it's just sad. He's such a good penguin, and all the panda's will be so sad they won't be able to see them from their exhibit anymore. Anyways, Sammy, how about you? How was your day?"
Sam slowed down his chewing before thinking about how to word his question about Santana. "Umm, Britt?" He said as he swollowed. "My friend...Santana...her landlord is a dick and has upped her rent and she can't afford it and I was wondering if she can stay with us." Sam got out all in one breath and quickly looking back at the TV.
Brittany looked at Sam, trying to figure something out. "Is Santana a friend?" She paused whilst she punded one of her fists into the other. "Or a friend friend?" She said as she made a thrust movement.
Sam's eyes widend in shock, " A FRIEND!" He rushed out, "Just a friend, I mean I would never ever...well not like I haven't thought about it, but I wouldn't and and and.." Sam struggled to get his words out, so he took a calming breath and started again, "She's gay." Was all he said to Brittany before sitting back and shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth.
"Then yeah, sure. I'll make up the spare room before I go to work tomorrow for her and she can move in when she's ready! Make sure you tell her about Sushi Sundays! Ooo, and Mexican Fridays, and Pizza mondays, and surprise Wednesdays! Make sure she know's all about them, Ok Sammy?"
Sam just nodded with a smile, in the back of his mind thinking that maybe him and Brittany eat too much junk food.
Ok so for Beauty Can Change, and We'll Do Things Differently, I'm at a bit of a stand still with them. I had 3 or 4 chapters written for each, but I've decided they they aren't really flowing with the strory, like something doesn't seem right with them. Hence why I'm starting this one. This will have minimal drama...I think...I hope.
Updates will be varied due to having to care for my mum, so I'd say the next one would be sometime next week.
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