*DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters...if I did Samcedes would still be together*
~Chapter 4
Sam's POV
"Will one of you please explain to me how Jen knows about Mercedes?" I asked the twins in the backyard.
The picnic was over and after cleaning up the park Jen went back to her house while I interrogated my siblings. They were tight lipped the entire way and it wasn't until we got to the living room that one of them cracked.
"Aww Sammy-"
"Don't you 'Aww Sammy' me!" I said cutting off Stacey's baby voice. "Why does Jen know about Mercedes?"
"Because we talk about her all the time!" Stacey admitted looking down.
"I got that much! But what I need to know is why?!" I tried not to shout but the fact that Jen knew about Mercedes was making me in the very least upset.
"Jen helps us when we can talk about Mercy! She listens!"Stevie defended. "We miss her too Sammy!"
"What can you miss?" I challenged.
"Mercedes used to play with us, and tell us stories and sing to us" Stacey recited.
"Just like Jen does!" Stevie said with a nod.
"Jen fills in the space we left for Mercy" Stacey said tearing up.
And just like that my anger evaporated. How could I be upset? They liked having Jen around for the same reasons I did. Jen was similar enough to Mercedes to be enjoyable but her differences made it so being around her wasn't painful.
"Are you mad at us?" Stacey said sniffling. "At least I didn't tell her you cry!"
And at that I cracked a smile. "You told her I cried?"
"I didn't!" She squealed. "Stevie did!"
I looked to Stevie who rolled his eyes. "Well you do! And it's not quiet either!"
"No, I'm not mad" I said and Stacey gave me a watery smile. "But you two need to tell me everything she said and everything you told her deal?"
"Deal!"
"You're telling me that Sam-"
"Yes" I groaned over the phone.
"Sam Evans-"
"Yes! Is it really that hard to believe that he would ask me out?" I challenged Erica over the phone.
"No, but the fact that you said no is what makes me think it didn't happen" she cackled on the other end.
"Some friend you are" I said dryly.
"I'm sorry, but ever since he moved into town all I've been hearing is 'Sam Evans this' and 'Sammy did that!'"
"That's not true!" I protested as Erica laughed harder.
"Jen! Stop lying to yourself! You've been crushing on this guy for a few months!" She reminded me. "He's all you ever seem to talk about"
"He is not" I said weakly realizing that she was right.
Any chance I had to talk about Sam I took it. But I couldn't help it! He was just so amazing and...real. Like he looked like he should be this cool, arrogant jerk, I mean he sure looked the part; but he wasn't. He was a dork; totally obsessed with things like Star Trek, comic books and the Avatar. He was really into video games and not to mention we both had similar tastes in music. We once had a few ten minute conversations about 80's rock music and sometimes we would go back and forth trying to find new bands for the other one to listen too. He was just...a sweetheart. Not to mention the way he looks out for his siblings and actually spends time with them; even when he's clearly exhausted from working. And he's modest and caring and attentive. Like when you talk to him he makes you feel like what you have to say to him is like the most important thing in the world. And besides being obviously good looking, he's not over-confident about it. It's like his handsome looks is the best kept secret from himself. You see?! Talking about Sam just rolls off of my tounge! I could probably gush about him for hours counting the reasons why I liked him.
"Earth to Jen!"
"Huh?" I said coming back from my mental rant. "Sorry E...what was your question?"
"I asked you why you said no?" She sighed heavily.
"I said no because he's totally stuck on his girlfriend!"
"He's got a girlfriend?!" Erica shrieked. "See! I knew you waited to long to make a move! This is what you get for not listening to me! I told you to ask him out-"
"As soon as he pulled into the complex...I know" I laughed. "But his girlfriend is back home."
Erica was quiet for a second. "Which makes her not here."
"It doesn't matter if she's here! He's taken! His heart has no room for me" I grumbled accepting it.
Erica let out another heavy sigh. "He's makin room for you girl! Stop being so stupid and go for it!"
"Jen!" I heard my mother call up the steps for me.
"Ma'am?" I yelled back.
"Sam is here to see you!"
My eyes bugged out as I gripped the cell phone tighter. "Sam...is...here" I choked out.
Erica let out a high pitched squeal before shouting. "I'M HANGING UP BUT CALL ME BACK ASAP!"
The phone clicked dead and I legit froze.
"Are you coming down?" My mom called up again.
"Ye-Yeah! I'm coming!" I shouted back darting into the upstairs bathroom to check my reflection.
Why are you flipping out?! He just stopped by...no biggie...you can handle this...just relax!
I took in a few deep breaths trying to pace myself down the steps. Sam stood at the door's entrance and slowly bringing his gaze to focus on me. He breathed out a small smile stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Wh-What's up?" I stuttered. "I mean like why are you here- not that you can't be- it's just that I don't get why you would want to and I'm just gonna stop talking"
I bit my bottom lip hard as his smile got bigger. "Mrs. Phelps?"
"Yeah hun?" My mom answered.
"Is it okay if Jen and I take a walk to the park?" Sam asked looking to my mom for permission.
"Yeah it's alright" My mom answered nonchalant.
"We'll just be right up there" Sam smiled before opening the front door again.
He held the door for me as I stepped through onto the porch. We hopped down the steps walking to the park. The air had changed, becoming slightly cooler than before and we walked to the swing-set each taking a swing. I looked at the view and the sun had just about disappeared behind the lower horizon. The moon was almost full with wispy clouds stretching out across the dark purple sky.
"So..." he began.
"So?" I repeated kicking the dirt underneath me. "Nice night."
"I guess" he chuckled low. "If I asked you a question, would you answer me honestly?"
"Maybe?" I said uncertain. "It depends on the question."
"What if we played a game?" Sam offered.
"Like what? Truth or Dare?"
My mind began running off with steamy hot make-out sessions between the two of us, until Sam said "How about a game I play with Stevie and Stacey?"
I smiled to myself snapping back to reality. "Sure"
"Okay it's called 'Tell Me Lies'" Sam explained. "It's pretty self-explanatory."
"So why do I have to tell you lies?"
"You want a lie or an honest answer?"
"Wait are we playing yet?" I laughed and he shook his head.
"No, but for some reason you don't feel comfortable around me; and maybe telling me a lie might be less awkward."
"I don't need a game to talk with you honestly" I trailed off.
"But I don't want to make you nervous" He said genuine.
"I can't help it!" I laughed. "I'm always finding some new way to embarrass myself around you."
"Same here" he laughed as I looked at him shocked. "At least what you do is either hilarious or adorable. Me, I just feel like a complete lame-ass!"
"You feel like a lame-ass! I'm sorry do you not remember my horrible rendition of More Than A Feeling I did a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah that was pretty priceless" he laughed.
"Shut-up" I grumbled. "But I still don't get why you think I think you're lame?"
He scoffed at my question. "After what the twins told you about Mercedes and me, I'm not sure how you think of me."
"I think it sucks you two aren't still together. You guys sounded really-"
"Unlikely."
"I was gonna say perfect" I grinned. "But then again I don't know her."
"Things happen, and people split. I can't change that."
"You could try!"
"What?" He looked completely lost.
"You obviously care deeply for her right? So fight for her!" I said a little loud. "Find a way to make it work!"
He sat on the swing quietly, staring at me for the longest time until I asked him what his deal was.
"You're not at all what I expected?"
I felt my face scrunch up. "Hopefully I didn't disappoint."
"No...here I am trying to convince you to go out with me, and you're trying to get me to date someone else." He continued to stare at me intensely. "Why? Why couldn't you just make this easier and say yes?"
"Because Sam, I'm not the type to put myself out there" I admitted. "You want honesty? Here it is...I've liked you for a while...before you even noticed me okay? And I'm pretty picky about who I fall for; so if I can prevent myself from getting hurt I will."
"I would never mean to hurt you-"
"Yeah but you can't promise me you won't" I said turning my body to look away from him.
"You have nothing to worry about" Sam reassured me getting up from the swing. "Mercedes and I are completely over; she's even moved on with some guy named Shane" he said stepping behind me putting two hands on either side of my swing.
"She may have...but have you?" I said getting up from the seat. "I don't want to compete with her Sam. If you like me, like me for me; not because I make the transition easier."
He surprised me by running up behind me grabbing me by the waist pulling him closer to him. "You are one tough little cookie" he chuckled low in my ear.
I ducked my head trying to escape his breath on my neck. "I said I liked you; not that I'd make it easy" I smirked allowing him to hold me. And it felt better than I imagined. His firm squeezes around my waist sent tiny jolts of electricity through my body.
"Look" he began spinning me around to face him. "All I'm asking for is a chance...just to try us out" he said using the full power of his broad shoulders to wrap me in a massively comfortable hug. I pressed my nose to the crook of the collar of his shirt appreciating the mixture of his scent and fresh laundry. He pressed his head to the top of mine. "You have to admit...this feels really nice."
"That's not fair!" I giggled snuggling closer into the hug. "You're like the best hugger I know!"
"So...just say yes!" He said playfully holding me tighter. "Say it! Say it!"
"Alright! I give up! You win!" I shouted defeated although the way Sam had me feeling, I didn't feel like I was loosing anything.
He let me go pulling back before grabbing my face. I used the full effect of my brown eyes to invite him to bring himself closer. He obliged brushing a strand of my hair out of the way before pressing his mouth to mine. I felt my heart anchor itself deeper into my ribcage in fear of falling out of my butt from sheer euphoria. Sam's lips were just so soft and tender, but the way he kissed me was like he yearned for their touch and constant motion. He was extremely sweet about the whole thing as he continued to tenderly taste my full lips. My hands were latched around his neck greedily fighting to keep him close, and he hugged and stroked my curves without crossing an ungentlemanly boundary. We were both smiling from bliss when we broke apart.
"It's official Sam Evans" I said breathing totally ragged. "You are perfect."
He laughed before grabbing my hand to walk me home.
Week or three later...
"Can you believe that we start school on Monday?" I groaned to Sam who was busy at his desk drawing a portrait of me. "I don't wanna go!"
"Hold still Jen!" Sam looked up to smile at me. "I'm almost done."
I sighed fixing myself in the relaxed laying position he put me in. Sam was making a comic for Stacey and he was drawing me as her sidekick.
"Ta-Da!" He said flipping the picture around. "Do you like it?"
"Holy snap Sam!" I exclaimed grinning. "I look so cool! How did you ever come up with this concept! Like it's me but it's better!"
Sam brought it over to me. "No it's not. I can't kiss this version. Besides, you're hotter than anything I could ever come up with."
I could feel my face getting warm. Sam always would drop these subtle hints at my appearance making me practically choke on embarrassment. Not because I disliked them, but because I couldn't get used to the idea that he was referring to me.
"Even so! You make me look pretty badass!" I said admiring his work.
He looked at me before busting out in laughter. "Jen, you're like the baddest chick I know which is hilarious considering you're one of the most innocent."
"What makes me badass?!" I shrieked hitting him.
"You're personality for one" he smiled. "You take no bullshit and you don't let others dish it out either. You're sense of humor is you're greatest weapon and you use it well. I don't think I've seen faster comebacks from anyone...well other than my friend Santanna. But sometimes her jokes could get out of hand."
"Really? How?"
"Well once she came up with a song called 'Trouty Mouth' and sang it to me" Sam said ruffling his hair around.
"Nu-uh" I said before giggling. "Aww...I think your mouth is kinda cute" I said stroking his cheek.
"Thanks but yeah back to your ways of badass-ness-"
"I'd rather talk about your friends at your old school" I said scooting over to make more room for him on his bed; but he declined sitting on the floor.
"Well, I played QB in football and-"
"Figures" I smiled to myself. "You're perfect remember?"
He rolled his eyes and continued. "And I was in a few other clubs at school with a lot of my friends. There's Finn and Puckerman, I guess you could say I hung out with them the most. Oh and Mike too, we all played football together."
"And then Mercedes as you know, Brittney and Santanna, and Quinn and Artie and Tina and Kurt-"
"Wow...you were really popular back in McKinley."
He shook his head and smiled. "I had my fifteen minutes of fame and then it was over...I'd hardly say I was popular."
I nodded my head accepting that.
"What about you?" He asked nudging me. "Am I going out with the most popular girl in school?"
"Hah!" I joked. "You are looking at the future jr. prom queen of Kelvin High."
"I don't care, as long as I get to be your knight" he smiled up at me.
Sam's POV
Walking the hallways of Kelvin High were strangely familiar. I swear the same guys who designed McKinley must have built this place as well; except that everything was on the reversal. The most annoying part of going to school is dealing with being the new kid. The constant whispers and stories going on behind you're back were getting old. Word around the school was that I had just transfered here from Sweden as a Swedish swimsuit male-model and that Jen was my assigned translator which is why we were dating. Jen always found that one funny so sometimes in the hallways we would make up sounds and phrases fooling the other kids into thinking we were really conversing in another languages. Most often I spoke to her in Na'vi and she would answer back in Pig Latin. That was one of the things I really liked about Jen; aside from me and her friends and family she could care less about what people thought of her. It was an off day at school when I had to keep her from doing something wacky like dancing in a crowded hallway or making funny faces at random people. The girl was crazy and she always had me laughing. I was looking for her when I saw her best friend Erica at her locker.
"Erica!"
"Hey Sam, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just looking for Jen. Have you seen her?"
"I think she's in the choir room" she answered stuffing a book in her locker.
"Okay, thanks" I said walking in the opposite direction from her to get to the chorus room.
Once I got there, I felt my heart pang inside my chest as I recognized the chords coming from the room.
No I can't take one more step towards you,
cause all that's waiting is regret.
Don't you know I'm not you're ghost anymore,
You lost the love I loved the most...
I was suddenly transported back to Prom on a Budget with Mercedes Jones and Rachel Berry. The different colored streamers were draped all over the school's gymnasium as Rachel's voice fell across the crowd of McKinley students. I saw Mercedes sitting there in her stunning ball gown allowing the different colored lights to play across the beading in her dress.
I've learned to live half alive,
And now you want me one more time...
And who do you think you are? Running round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart
I could see myself walking slowly to her to tell her exactly how I felt. She looked nothing less than beautiful and every time I looked away from her that night I felt it painful. She was simply breathtaking, and when she placed her small hand into mine I felt grounded and secure for the first time in months. She let me hold her as I felt her relax into my embrace as we circled slowly praying for time to drag on.
Who do you think you are? Running round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me, don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Jen finished the song and when she saw me in the doorway she gave me the hugest smile. I couldn't return it.
"I didn't know you were standing there" she said slightly embarrassed. "I was just practicing with Chad"
Chad looked like an identical version of Brad from McKinley.
"I'm still not sure if I should audition for the talent show, but just in case I'll be ready" She said happily with the way it sounded. "Hopefully it didn't sound too bad" she joked.
I half winced earning an "Are you okay Sam? You don't look so good."
"Yeah I'm fine" I lied easily. "I'll see you in English. It sounds great by the way."
And I turned around without even looking at her, exiting the classroom to clear my head.
A/N: Okay so I was going to include a bunch of my fantasies with Sam but I wanna get to the drama so Jen's romance with Sam is going to be really short lived? Kinda like Samcedes in actual life? Too soon for jokes? It's okay because in my story their going to get back together until it all hits the fan lol Samcedes fans should appreciate the next part...reviews are more than welcome and thanks for the views! pce!