Hi all! This story came to me on the train to work and I thought I would try it out and see if anybody liked it. It feels like a six-shot story to me, but who knows. Please review and tell me if I should keep going or let it go. I do not own the Glee or any of its' characters. Thanks you guys for reading!
Sam zoomed through the yellow light of the busy intersection on the Manhattan packing district. He felt like he was flying, with the song "Eye of the Tiger" blaring through his I-Pod ear plugs. He zigzagged between the eighteen foot delivery trucks and the mid size cars. He knew this route like the back of his hand but this morning felt a little different. The route was extra packed due to the accident that was 3 miles in front of them. Sam stood on the pedals of his silver bike and weaved through the jumble swiftly, but carefully. He knew one misstep could have his bike in a million pieces and himself in a million crushed bones. That constant drive and speed got Sam going, which is why he has been a bike messenger for the past three years. The way Sam Evans saw it, the job was perfect for him. One, the pay was great and that helped pay for junior college and his graphic arts degree. Two, it didn't interfere with his band City Dwellers' performance schedule. He had the freedom of coming and going as he pleased, as long as the packages were delivered on time. Third, he loved speed. Love? More like craved, needed, was addicted to it. The rush of the wind in his low cropped blond hair. The sun reflecting off his custom crafted sunglasses, designed to fit only the unique shape of his head alone. The blaring horns of the cars, the exhaust fumes of the trucks, the cursing of the cab drivers. It all came second nature to Sam now and he couldn't imagine his life without it. Well, atleast until I find a job that can start paying me for my designs, Sam thought with a smile, as he finally made it to his apartment. Ten-thirty on a Monday morning and Sam had already delivered 10 packages. It was time for a mid-morning break. Sam locked up his bike outside of his apartment building and ran up to the second floor of his complex. Sam lived in a spacious loft in Soho, New York. His apartment was perfectly situated from his school and his messaging agency. Both places could be gotten to in a matter of minutes and Sam loved the convenience of the close proximity. He shared his apartment with his best friends, Mike and Puck. Both guys knew Sam since highschool. They all decided to move to New York together from the hick hometown in Ohio and have been doing there thing together for the past three years. The guys knew to give each other space when necessary and to club it hard together on the weekends. Both guys were apart of the City Dwellers Band, in addition to their day jobs. Mike worked at a dance studio teacher, teaching Mambo to old ladies with walkers, while going to NYC for his arts degree. Puck worked as a bartender in three major clubs in Manhattan. All things considered, the setup was great. Well, almost great, Sam grimaced when he came to the front door of his apartment. The doorknob had a red necktie hanging on it.
"Damn it!" Sam cried aloud in the hallway. The international bro code that hot, butt-naked freakiness was happening inside. It could have been done by any one of his roommates. Mike was madly in love with another dancer in his studio named Tina, and they have been dating for about two years now. Or it could be Puck, which made Sam even more pissed off. Puck has always considered himself and equal opportunity dater. Give him an opportunity and he will try to get into a chick's draws. He didn't care about race, age, height, or surgery. If he could hit it, he would. He couldn't help it. He came from a long line of rolling stones and he put his hat wherever he could. Lately though Puck has been dating a new chick that had lasted longer any other that Sam could remember. Puck met her at one of his bars on karaoke night and has been with her ever since. That's been almost three weeks! A record for the Puckmeister. Once Puck dated a girl for exactly two days, and still managed get her to pick up his dry cleaning, clean the loft and detail his car. The girl stalked him at their band's gigs for three weeks, hoping to change his mind. Puck couldn't even remember her name. But according to Puck, this girl was different. She was a keeper, he told the guys a couple of nights back. Puck actually talked about moving in with her! Splitting the group? Sam erupted, as Puck talked about the possibility last night at Casbah Lounge, the club on the first floor of the apartment building.
"Puck, are you crazy? You just met this girl." Sam continued
"Dude, I'm telling you. This girl is bad. I can see myself with her for real." Puck argued to his best friends. His face showed that the possibility baffled even him.
"Really dude?" Mike interjected. "She must be a dime piece." Puck shook his head up and down repeatedly.
"Man, you just don't know. Hot mama got it going on and on and on. Plus she is cool as hell. And check this out, she has the voice of an angel." Puck's eyes seemed to glaze over as he fantasized about this girl in his mind. Sam and Mike starting snapping their fingers in front of his face and he suddenly shook himself awake.
"Yeah, uh, sorry. I got lost there for a second."
"So you hit that, right?" Mike whispered to his friend sheepishly.
"Well, actually, not exactly." Puck winced. Sam cocked his head to the side.
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me Puck, the Puckmeister, the Puck-a-teer, the Puckasaurus, the "You-can't-Puck-this, has not tapped that ass? And you are gaga like this?" There was a long silence. Then Mike and Sam started rolling laughing on the couches. Mike almost spit his beer on the carpet, as his laughter was uncontrollably. Puck sat quietly watching his boys clown.
"Are you immature boys finish?" Sam and Mike softened their laughter, as they wiped the tears out of their eyes.
"Thank you. I know you won't understand this but I am on a higher plain right now. I am going to a different level of relationships. I.."
"You want that ass bad". Sam cut it.
"I want that ass bad." Puck agreed, shaking his head side to side. Mike, finally able to catch his breath after falling on his knees laughing, grabbed Puck's knee.
"Dude, I got to give it to her. She must be one fine ass woman to keep you hanging this long without getting any." Sam nodded his head in agreement. Puck ran his hands through his hair frustrated.
"Hello? "Do you understand my pain now?"
Sam decided to call Puck's phone, as he stood outside the front door. He heard laughter from inside.
"Hey Dude, what's up?" Puck answered. Sam shook his head. His friend could be such an idiot.
"What's up, doofus? I am outside the apartment door, looking at your fricking red tie, dumbass!"
"Oh, Shit. I forgot about that. Sorry Dude. Nothing's jumping off in here come on in. Me and my girl are just having breakfast." Sam heard someone say something in the background.
"Yeah, you're my girl, Hot mama! You know that". Puck answered that girl. Sam rolled his eyes and felt like gagging.
"Alright dude, then I am coming in now." Sam turned the key in the lock and stuck his head into the apartment. The living room was clear. Great, I am going to just sneak into my room and chill.
"Hey Sam! Get yo Ass in here and meet my girl!" Puck shouted from the kitchen. Sam dropped his head and shoulders. Damn! Sam was not in the mood to meet their fantasy girl. He wanted to chill for a couple of hours and then jump back on his bike. Sam dragged his feet to the kitchen. He walked in and saw Puck bent over the table, tonguing down the woman sitting on the table across from him. When Puck heard Sam come into the room, he jumped up and stretched his hand out to Sam.
"Oh sorry Dude. Didn't see you there? Sam, I want you to meet my girl, Mercedes Jones." Puck moved to the side to reveal a brown skinned, curvaceous woman with thick wavy hair sitting on the chair. At that moment, Sam was dumbstruck. He literally could not speak. Sam was overwhelmed by the girl's full, soft brown eyes with long lashes that seem to go on forever. She had a smile that covered her entire face and lit up the whole room. But more than anything, Sam saw this amazing aura that seemed to rest on top on her. She looked angelic and breathtaking, and Sam could not help but be in awe of it. The room was silent during this period of time which felt particular awkward to Mercedes. So she stood up and reaching her hand out to Sam.
"Hi Sam. Noah has told me so much about you." Sam still not being able to will his body to speak, Sam had enough control to take her hand into both of his. An electricity surged through both of their hands when they touched. Mercy pulled her hand away, shocked physically and emotionally at what just happened.
"Whoa, did you feel that?" She asked Sam looking at his face for a reaction. Puck grabbed Mercedes' hand and pulled her toward the living room.
"Yeah, the static cling around here sucks. Damn carpet. Hot mama, you got to head out to work, right?" Sam watched Mercedes walk toward the living room and he suddenly snapped awake. He watched as Puck kissed Mercedes tenderly on the lips and escorted her out the door. When the door closed, Puck clapped his hand shut loudly and jumped in the air.
"Dude, I was so damn close last night! Damn, that girl is hot! I am right there, you know? Whoa! She's bad, right?" Puck looked at Sam's face for some reaction to Mercedes. Sam nodded his head and sat on the chair in the corner of the living room.
"She is definitely one bad girl, man. She's amazing."
"Yeah, right?" Puck slapped Sam on the back and went to his room around the corner. Sam still at on the chair.
"What the hell was that?" Sam said to himself. His heart was beating mile a minute at the thought of Mercedes Jones.
*****What do you think? Should I keep going? I love your feedback, so please let me know your thoughts. Tootles!