Chapter 8: Getting the Pieces to the Plan(edited)
Mercedes fell asleep in Sam's arms because let's face it, there was no place she'd rather be. While she was asleep though, she kept trying to get comfortable moving or shifting just slightly until she was actually asleep. Sam thought to himself she's a mover with a lopsided half smile.
He wasn't sleepy so he just turned on the T.V. to watch something when he noticed the sleeve of her robe had slid up slightly, thinking this can't be comfortable for her, he started pulling her sleeve down and that's when he noticed it. Sam saw what looked like a fresh bruise. He was instantly enraged. I mean he knew she said they faught, he saw her moving a little gently but it wasn't very noticeable if you weren't looking for it but this mofo actually bruised her. Oh Hell NO! His face was tomato red and Mercedes shifted again so he knew his body temperature was rising fast. Think cool thoughts Evans. He was literally nauseated. He really cared for Mercedes he always had. It wasn't a passing faze he's been carrying these feelings from the first time he met her.
Flashback
Britney walked in to Bone Fish and said, Oh hey there's Mercey I'll be right back. I had been looking at the menu going back and forth in a Trouty Mouth, Satan banter like we do when here comes Britney with this mocha, curves for days, brown eyed goddess. Her hips swung without effort and my nether regions had a jumping, twitching fit, my temperature rose and I forgot how to use the Englishe language, momentarily. Before Britney could say her name I grabbed her hand shaking it saying hi... in NAVI, the Avataar language.
"Real smooth dork Santana teased. I didn't care I was lost in her eyes, her smile. I didn't hear Britney say her name and when she turned to walk away a little whimper left my mouth.
The three lady's turned from each direction and looked at me with confusion, embassment and something unreadable. Santana rolled her eyes, Britney covered her mouth trying not to laugh, but my mocha goddess just smiled shyly, batted those long lashes and turned back around to walk away.
End Flashback
God, I was a dork he thought. It was a long while like six months before I could ask her my first question and then it was about comic books. She looked at me like I had two heads. Looking at her now he was just thankful that they grew to be friends. It must have taken a lot for her to trust him enough to call on him in a time such as this. He pulled out his phone and sent three text messages.
The first text was to Sebastian Smythe.
PrettyboySam: Wuz up Bass, how's it hangin?
Bass: Wuz up wit yo pretty ass? Ain't seen or heard from you in like 6 months. How you livin, everything alright?
PrettyBoySam: I have some trash that needs dealin with. The kind that gets off on hittin pretty girls.
Bass: Yeah
PrettyBoySam: Yeah, you in?
Bass: You know it, hit me back
PrettyBoySam: Later
The next text Sam sent was to his neighbor Blain Anderson, one of Marley's dad's.
IamSam: Hi Blain this is Sam.
BlainfromSpain: Hey Sam, nice hearing from you, what's up?
IamSam: Ha, ha. Listen do you and that lady built like a man still teach self-defense?
BlainfromSpain: Lol, Not funny and Yes at the community center, we take turns.
IamSam: Cool, I have a friend that I think may want to join your classes. I need to talk it over first but she's a good friend and it's either that or teach her how to shoot a gun.
BlainfromSpain: Sounds serious Sam, you know I will help… is your friend alright?
IamSam: No, but she will be if my plan works. Thanks man.
The third text and most important was to his momma.
Sammy: Gooood Mornin giver of life, love of my life.
WorldsBestMom: is this my long lost son? Kinda early for you kiddo, and where the hell have you been?
Sammy: Such language so early in the morning, and I just talked to the twins and dad yesterday.
WorldsBestMom: Mmm hmm, well that don't sound like momma, nobody is momma but momma Sammy. I thought you knew. What's going on kiddo?
Sammy: Another broken winged bird momma
WorldsBestMom: Oh Sammy, I'm so sorry, Baby but you do know we can't actually save the world?
Sammy: Well then what's the point of being a Super Hero? I can at least try, on birdie at a time.
WorldsBestMom: Well if you are a Super Hero then I must be SuperMom lol.
Sammy: I thought you knew. I've got the best mom in the world.
WorldsBestMom: Alright Sammy, let me know when so I can set everything up. How bad we talkin Phase 1, 2 or 3?
Sammy: She's not as bad as Quinn was. Probably just Phase 1 but you are better at this than me. I just bring you the birdies. I love you momma.
WorldsBestMom: I love you the mostest.
And just like that Sam had a plan in place to help Mercedes.
