Hey guys~
This idea's been bouncing around in my head for a while and I finally got it on paper.
I'd love to know what you guys think and I should be posting the next chapter fairly soon.
Enjoy :)
Sam P.O.V
"I heard they have a daughter your age, and a son that's Declan's age," Mrs. Evans smiled as her son stood at the window watching the moving van.
"Wait, did you say daughter?" Sam asked, looking up at his mom.
"Yes," she assured. The blond slumped away from the window,
"I'm going to my room."
"Wait, you were all excited a minute ago. What happened?"
"She's a girl," he explained.
"So?"
"So, she's not going to like any of the stuff I like," he pouted.
"How do you know that?"
"Because girls are weird. They like to play with dolls and braid hair."
"And that's not fun?"
"No, it's wimpy."
"I see and hiding from a girl in your room is manly?"
"I'm not hiding!"
"That's what it looks like to me."
"Fine! I'll go over there and prove that I'm not scared!"
"Good, they probably need help moving in anyway." I might as well, her brother might be a cool guy. Unless he's like those kids at school...
"Alright Mama," he nodded as he ran for the door but mere inches before turning the handle, he paused. Mrs. Evans noticed.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
"What if they don't like me?" She could note the sudden change in his tone, he was being serious. His mother walked up to him, lowered herself to his level and turned him towards her.
"Now, why would you say that? Of course they'll like you," she assured.
"I don't know," the boy murmured but he stepped away from the door and headed back into the living room.
"Did something happen at school, honey?" She asked, following him.
"It's just, some of the other boys," he began, not looking up at his mother.
"What did they do?"
"They wouldn't let me play tag with them."
"Oh," she paused. "Well, why not?"
"Well they said, they said I..."
"What did they say?"
"They said I was weird," he admitted.
"That's because you are, little bro," chuckled Declan as he passed through the living room, tussling his younger sibling's hair as he passed by Sam.
"Declan," his mother warned. "Leave him alone." The older boy shrugged and went into the kitchen.
"And Sam," she began, making sure she had her son's attention before continuing. "Those boys were just being bullies, so pay them no mind. You shouldn't let that stop you from meeting new people. Who knows, your next best friend could be over there." Sam gave her a small smile but didn't make any movement towards the door. Mrs. Evans watched him and thought of an idea. "Would you like Declan to go with you?" she suggested and her son's smile grew wider.
"What? Mom, no," her other son protested from the kitchen.
"No complaining," she stopped him. "You're going and that's final. Besides you need to get out of the house more often, make some friends for once."
"I have friends!"
"Friends, not on the internet. Ones you can play basketball and chill with."
"Don't say 'chill' Mom, it's not cool."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Just go over there and make some friends."
"Fine," he sighed. "Come on, twerp," Declan urged Sam. "The faster we go, the faster we can get back," he said as he grabbed his iPod and headphones as he headed out the door. Sam quickly followed his brother but stopped at the door again. This time he turned to his mother and smiled.
"Thanks mom!" He grinned and she smiled softly back.
"You're welcome baby. Now, go."
"Ok, so we go over there, say hi and leave," instructed Declan.
"But mom said we can help if they want us to," Sam protested as they crossed the street.
"Then, you stay," his brother said, rolling his eyes and putting in his head phones. They were standing in front of the moving van now, wondering if they should enter or try the house when a 12 year old African American jumped out.
"Thanks so much 'Cedes, you're the best!" he called as he headed for the house, but he stopped when he noticed the two boys standing there.
"Hi," Sam smiled.
"Uh, hey," he smiled back.
"I'm Sam," the younger boy asserted proudly. "And this is my brother, Declan."
"Well, it's nice to meet you," the boy said to Sam and then he looked up at Declan. "Both of you," he grinned. "I'm Matt."
"Nice to meet you, Matt. Do you guys need any help moving?"
"Uh, well, I'm going to go unpack my room, but you can go help out my sister," he suggested. "We're just finishing up."
"Okay," Sam beamed. "Let's go, Declan," he urged. The older blond looked completely resistant to any heavy lifting and Matt noticed.
"Um actually, Declan?" He asked. "Do you want to help me unpack my video games?"
"Definitely," the boy agreed. "Later sport," he told Sam as he followed Matt inside the house. The younger sibling watched until the front door closed and then shrugged to himself as he climbed aboard the moving van.
"Matt? I'm glad you're back, I need help," a female voice called from deep inside the van. Sam grinned; it was finally his chance to help someone.
"Matt?" The voice asked again. The blond moved past the boxes and over some to finally reach the back. He caught a glimpse of a blue dress and jumped down from the box in front of the girl with a loud thump, causing her to jump back.
"What in the world?" she asked, hanging on tightly to the teddy bear in her hands. Sam wanted to answer her but his voice was caught in his throat and for some reason they couldn't get out. This wasn't common for the young blond, he usually could talk for a mile a minute but something about this girl turned him mute.
"Hello?" She asked curiously.
"I-it's-name-" he attempted. Come on words! Work!
"Are you okay?" She stepped closer to him, apparently getting over her initial shock. Sam shook his head, hoping to clear his head and get rid of any daze that she had left him in.
"I'm Sam," he asserted.
"So, you do speak," she laughed.
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned. She has a pretty laugh. "What's your name?"
"Well, it's nice to meet you Sam," she giggled. "My name's-"
"Mercedes!" a voice cried outside the van, it sounded scared. "Mercedes!" The girl's eyes grew alert as she passed him and ran for the front of the van, Sam followed.
"Mama?" she replied.
"Oh, there you are," her mom smiled, entering the van. "I saw Matt inside and I got worried, I thought I told you not to stay outside alone," she said, her voice getting serious.
"I'm sorry, Mama," she replied, lowering her head. "Matt looked tired, I thought he could use a break." Sam looked at the sad girl in the blue dress and decided to speak up.
"She wasn't alone ma'am, she was me," he proclaimed proudly. The older woman's face went from one of seriousness to pure amusement as her eyes landed on the blond.
"And who are you?"
"Sam Evans, at your service," he bowed.
"Well, thank you, Sam, for watching out for my daughter," she chuckled. "But I'm afraid it's almost time for dinner."
"Yea, I should go home before Mama starts to worry," he agreed. "I just have to get Declan."
"Such a good boy for thinking of your Mama like that," the lady nodded, looking at her daughter. "You could learn something from him, Mercedes. I'll go get your brother, honey." They all got out of the moving van but Sam and Mercedes waited next to the front door, while her mom went to go get Declan.
"So, do you know what school you're going to?" he asked.
"You didn't have to do that," she snapped.
"Do what?"
"Stand up for me; I can take care of myself."
"We're both like eight, we can't take care of ourselves," he joked. "I still sleep with a night light."
"You're not funny."
"I was just trying to help."
"Well next time, don't," she said bluntly.
"Geez, fine," he replied irritated. The blond looked down at his hands and stared at them, hoping that his brother would come soon. That's when he felt a tender hand on his arm, so he looked up.
"Sam? I didn't mean to..." Mercedes was saying but the young boy had zoned out. She had moved closer to him, her face was only a couple inches away from him. And then suddenly this weird feeling came over him. A warmth filled his body and the boy had the urge to smile. He couldn't describe it, but something was definitely going on. That's when he looked closer at Mercedes face, her brown eyes and her pretty hair. He wanted to kiss her. Wait, what? No, he didn't. Just a quick peck. No. That was gross. But if she tried to kiss him…he would back away! Would I really? He questioned. Sam noticed she was backing up. Was she leaving? No, she couldn't leave yet. Before the girl could disappear into her home, the blond grabbed her hand.
"Wait!" he began, but he watched as her eyes fell on their now intertwined hands. Sam smiled a little. More feelings were taking over. Man, those things were having a field day! The feeling was weird but definitely nice. He hadn't held a lot of girl's hands before, well, there was that one time when he was helping Rachel climb the playhouse but that was a one time thing. Holding this girl's hand was completely different, it made him feel warm and happy all over. He looked back up to her face, her deep brown eyes focused on him now. He had the urge to move forward, closer to her. Wait! No, girls are gross and they've got cooties. I've got to get out of here! His brain was saying these things but he couldn't move. He wanted to kiss her. Maybe she's different...
"Sam?" Declan asked.
"What?" he looked up at his brother and Matt watching him with smirks on their face.
"Let's go, buddy," his sibling decided. "You can play with your girlfriend later."
"Uh, she's not-" Sam began.
"I'm not his girlfriend," Mercedes said, a little too quickly for Sam's taste and dropping his hand. "Boys are gross." What?
"We're not gross!" he shot back. Is she confused? "Girls are gross!"
"Really?" asked Matt. "Then why were you guys holding hands?"
"Uh, we were-" Mercedes tried.
"Arm wrestling!" Sam grinned.
"What?" asked Declan.
"Yep! And I was winning too!"
"It didn't look like arm wrestling to me," Matt admitted, suspiciously.
"Well, we were," snapped Mercedes. "And you weren't winning, Sam. I was so going to win."
"Well, we won't know now, will we?" the blond shrugged. "Next time?"
"You're on," she agreed.
"Alright, sure" Declan interrupted. "We better get out of your way then." Mercedes waved bye and then went back into her house as the boys crossed the street, Sam looked back a couple of times.
"What are you looking for?" his brother asked, watching Sam look back at the house.
"Nothing."
"No," smirked Declan. "You were definitely looking for something. Or someone."
"Shut up! I was not!"
"Yea, right," laughed his brother. Once they entered their house, their mother was waiting for them in the kitchen.
"You guys were over there for a long time," she grinned. "How was it?"
"Sam's got a new girlfriend," Declan grinned.
"No, I don't!" Sam shot back.
"A girlfriend?" his mom asked, cheerily. "Is she pretty? When am I going to meet her?"
"She's not my girlfriend, mom," the young blond sulked.
"Haha, right," laughed his brother. "That's why you were holding her hand?"
"You held her hand already?" asked his mother. "On the first day, Samuel you better not be moving too fast with this girl," she warned. "I expect you to ask like a gentleman."
"I wasn't holding her hand!"
"Right, they we're arm wrestling," his brother laughed, using air quotes.
"Why would you arm wrestle with your girlfriend?" asked his mom.
"She's not my girlfriend!" he yelled. "Declan's a liar!" At this his older brother started laughing so hard that he started to cough; only making Sam angrier.
"Alright honey, calm down," Mrs. Evans suggested. "We're just joking. I'm glad you're making friends," she said, preparing the dinner table. "What about you Declan? What do you think of our new neighbors?"
"They were pretty cool," shrugged Declan as he sat down at the table.
"Yea, cool," Sam agreed. Mrs. Evans had dinner on the table in a few minutes. The family ate in silence at the beginning as they began their meal but soon they talking about their day. Declan was excited to start his new band, that already included two members, both who didn't really know how to play any instruments but Declan swore would learn super fast. Sam was excited about heading back to school, he missed his friends, since they had gone on vacation and even though he didn't care for the school work, he was happy he was going to see them again. Their mom smiled and laughed as her sons talked about their lives. She simply adored how they were so full of energy and already knew what they wanted. Towards the end of dinner, Sam asked where Dad was.
"Well, your dad is working late," their mom explained. "But I made an extra pie, anyone want to help me deliver it to our new neighbors?"
"I'll pass," Declan remarked. "I'm hanging out with Matt tomorrow, besides I want to watch TV."
"What about you, Sammy?" his mother asked.
"Yea, want to go see your girlfriend?" his brother grinned, walking into the living room.
Sam thought for a moment, he did want to go back over there but he was afraid the weird kissing feeling might return. He couldn't have that. Girls had cooties and he hadn't gotten his shots yet.
"No thanks, Mama. I'd rather stay here," he claimed.
"Are you sure?" she pestered, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked as his mom, she always had a way of getting in his head but he remained determined. He shook his head and his mom shrugged.
"Suit yourself," she replied, grabbing the pie and heading out the door. Sam walked over to the doorway and watched her cross the street.