welcome to chapter two! hopefully people enjoyed the first installment! it's not much, but it at least gives me something to post while I work on my longer story. feel free to comment on anything, I'd truly appreciate the feedback!

also, the rating is for language (as of now), I'm still debating if I plan on 'upping the ante' per se. :)


Erratic

Red face, trembling hands, and the widest her eyes had ever been; her breath was catching fitfully in her chest and she wondered dimly what the sensation could possibly mean. It wasn't like he had proclaimed his love for her, he had merely placed his hand at the small of her back to usher her through the door. She knew it didn't mean anything, but she had trouble telling that to her whirring heart beat.

Twisted

It's almost okay that she shows up on his doorstep three years later, jaded and six months pregnant, because he's always had a thing for single moms and she has more daddy issues than either of them can count.

Free

It's a bad fight. She slings fists and he slings words—neither of them really mean any of it—but he's too proud and she's too stubborn to admit fault. With the loud smash of ceramic and glass —he worked on the sculpture for weeks—she's out the door, swearing and yelling and informing him congratulations, he's finally free of her, since that's evidently what he wants. But it's not and he doesn't feel free in the least.

Morgue

"I just got a call from the police station, they, uh… want me to identify a… they think it's my mom. Could you… could you come get at the… morgue?" Her voice is wobbly and distracted (and maybe a little bit relieved) and it makes every nerve in his frame ache, because this is not the first time either of them has had to do this.

Choke

The emotion burns her throat and stings her eyes and for probably the first time in a long time, Sam Puckett feels helpless. And she hates herself because good friends don't fall in love with their best friends' older brother (even if he is the only guy she can stand telling her what to do). So she keeps the revelation to herself, even though her eyes continue to follow his every move and the secret chokes her like a poison.

Playboy

She's known for years that he's a serial dater, what with dating her history teacher, Carly's art instructor, the supermarket girl, even Gibby's mom, so she doesn't take him seriously when he asks her out. It's also clear to her that he never expected her to say no (his emotions have always been so readable) but it turns out to be good incentive into earning his way into her good graces. He has a feeling it will involve several trips to the butcher shop.

Phone Call

The ringing of his cell phone wakes him from a fitful slumber, and when Spencer presses the device to his ear, Sam's voice fully wakes him with a jolt. "Jail? You're in jail? Am I your one phone call?" She laughs despite the situation, "Yeah, just like in the movies."

Paint

Blue stained hands brush loose strands of dark hair out of his eyes, and he looks up to see her smiling and shaking her head in laughter. Once again, the sculpture doesn't turn out as he planned—what starts as a sculpture of her smile turns into something that resembles an underwater taxi cab, if there was such a thing. Her amusement reassures him, but he wonders, dispirited, if he'll ever be able to do her smile any justice.

Hold

She doesn't realize the power she holds over people (it's probably those goddamn perfect ringlets). He can see that Freddie, while too stubborn to come to terms with his emotions, is practically half in love with her. Briefly, he wonders if he feels that way about her as well, but Spencer knows deep down that it would be painfully unconventional to be with her, and Sam could probably use a little convention in her life.

Marzipan

It's surprising, that the only worthwhile thing she ever learned from her mother was how to make sweets. Seeing Sam act domestic is also something that sort of takes him aback, but she's up to her elbows in powdered sugar and her mouth tastes like marzipan, so he can't really complain.


and there's chapter two! leave me a note and let me know what you like and what you don't!

-fandrastic