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Sam groaned when he heard his alarm going off, groggily opening his eyes, he saw that it was ten minutes after six. Grunting, he moved the cover off of him and got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. He quickly handled his business before going back into the room and changing. Even though it was spring break, he still wanted to keep his morning exercise routine because he didn't want to end up like Kemp. Chuckling at the thought of his best friend as he put his shoes on, he grabbed his phone off the charger and headed down the stairs. He was just about to head out the door until he heard Mercedes' voice coming from the kitchen. He walked down the hallway and found her on the phone in the kitchen. His eyebrows rose up when he heard her speaking what sounded a lot like French.

"Je vais bien." Mercedes said as she leaned against the counter, listening to what Bria was saying, "Sérieusement, je vais bien. Prenez beaucoup de photos, et appelez-moi avant de quitter l'île. Je t'aime."

Sam walked in the kitchen with his arms crossed, waiting until she hung up before speaking, "I totally wasn't eavesdropping but I definitely know that the last thing you said means I love you."

"You are correct." Mercedes chuckled as she locked her phone and placed it on the counter, "My sister was just calling to check up on me."

"Do you guys always speak French when you talk?"

"When we don't want anyone to know what we're talking about." Mercedes smiled teasingly as she gave him a knowing look which caused him to laugh. She pursed her lips as she took in his appearance, "Are you seriously about to workout on break?"

"Yes ma'am, I am. I can't be slacking while we're out here."

"Okay." Mercedes said as she went around to grabbed something, picking up the apron, she stood on her tippy toes and placed it around his neck before tying it around his back, "But you're not doing it this morning because we have something to do."

"What? What do we have to do that has me wearing an apron and skipping my run?" He asked the questions confusedly as he watched her come back around with a smile on her face.

"Since your mom was so nice to make dinner last night, starting today, we're going to give her the morning off and we're going to cook breakfast." Mercedes placed her finger on his lips when she saw him beginning to open his mouth, "No buts."

Sam went crossed eyed as he looked down at her teal painted fingernail before his eyes went back to hers, sighing dramatically as he toed off his shoes, "Fine."

Mercedes smiled in victory as she removed her finger, turning back around to go to the refrigerator to see what she had to work with.

Sam mumbled something incoherently as he placed his phone next to hers, "Can I put in one request?"

"I'm listening."

"Think you can make some beignets?"

"If the right ingredients are here, yes but we have to let the dough sit overnight. We can have them in the morning." She said as she pulled out a pack of bacon and the tray of eggs.

Sam went over to assist her, grabbing the items out of her hands and placing them on the counter. He turned around to go to the cabinet to get the bowls, pots and pans, bumping into her in the process, "Sorry."

"It's okay." She smiled as she stepped around him and went to the other side of the kitchen to see what else she could make from the cabinet.

It took them a few minutes to get the food together, but once they did, everything started to rolling. They had decided to cook bacon, turkey sausages, grits, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and homemade biscuits. Much to Sam's delight, they even had the ingredients for Mercedes' to make beignets.

Sam watched as she kneaded out the dough on the cookie sheet, then placing some plastic wrap over it. He opened the refrigerator up and grabbed the pan, taking it over and sitting it in the bottom.

Mercedes sighed as she leaned against the counter, blowing the hair out of her face as Sam came and stood in front of her, "That's not an easy task."

"I know, and I appreciate you doing it for us..mainly me though because I'm going to eat them all." He chuckled as he sat his hand on the counter, "You have some flour on your face."

Mercedes took the end of the apron and wiped her face, looking back up at him, "Did I get it?"

"Nope." He said as he lifted his hand and moved it to her face, seeing her eyes go wide as he smudged the flour across her cheeks, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No you're not." She whispered as she leaned back and stuck her hand in the bag of flour, grabbing a handful, she tossed it in his face, smirking at the gasp he let out as she stepped back, "Oops."

Sam wiped the flour from his eyes with the back of his hands, seeing her start to back up, he took one stepped and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. He took his other arm and reached behind her, grabbing the measuring cup and pouring the small amount of flour down the front of her shirt.

Mercedes took a sharp intake as it went down her bra, glaring up at him, "Sam."

"You started it." He tucked his lips in to stop the laughter when he saw her face scrunch up, running around to the other side of the counter, but she was quicker.

"Come back here." She grabbed him by the back of the shirt, letting out a scream as they both slipped in their socks due to all the flour on the floor.

Sam chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, "Are you okay?"

Mercedes snorted as she lifted her head, nodding, "I'm fine, really. Are you alright?"

"Yeah." He said as he sent her a smile, both of them snapping their heads to the right when they heard someone clearing their throat. Seeing Sam's dad staring at them with eyes brows raised and Dalton with a smirk on his face, pulling out his phone to take a picture.

"Is everything okay in here?"

"Y-Yes." Mercedes stumbled out as she looked at them then back to Sam, clearing her throat, she grabbed ahold of the counter to lift herself up.

Sam popped up from the ground carefully, dusting himself off, "We were just making breakfast."

"Breakfast is not usually made on the floor or on top of one another." Dalton pointed out, watching as his brother began to turn red and Mercedes' ducking her head. He was enjoying this a little too much.

"Would you like some coffee, Mr. Evans?" Mercedes asked, not waiting for an answer as she picked up a mug and poured some of the fresh coffee into it.

"Thank you, Mercedes." Ethan said as he grabbed the cup from the young woman, looking between her and his son, "How about you two clean this up and go get cleaned up before everyone else wakes up."

"Yes sir." They both replied at the same time.

Dalton handed Sam the broom, giving him a cheeky smile when he snatched it from him, "Why you mad at me?"

Mercedes made sure she wiped the counters down and all the isles where turned off before she excused herself to go get cleaned up.

Dalton leaned against the counter by his dad as he opened the newspaper, waiting until Sam left the room before speaking, "Want to bet how long it is before they get together?"

Ethan took another sip of his coffee before he flipped the page, smirking at his youngest boy, "One hundred on the start of summer."

"Two and I'm giving them until the end of this week." Dalton said as he picked up one of the bacon strips and bit into it, "Just watch."

After Mercedes and Sam came back down from cleaning themselves up, everyone was now up and enjoying the breakfast they cooked. Marissa was genuinely shocked when her son had told her what Mercedes had wanted to do. She was starting to like her more and more. When they were all done eating, Grayson and Ethan said that they would clean up while the rest retired to go get ready for the day. The parents always had their own agenda and just let their kids do what they wanted. Today, Marissa and Ethan were actually going to stay in and get some rest.

Raleigh tied the string to her halter top as she walked into the living room where her siblings and Mercedes were, "Okay, so where are we going?"

"I think we should mix it up this year."

"What?" Zara said as she eyed Sam, strangely, "We always have the same agenda."

"I know but.."

"No, I get it. It's time for a change." Dalton interrupted Sam as he looked up from his phone, pointing to Mercedes, "I think our guest should choose what we do."

Mercedes pulled the bottle of water from her lips, "Me?"

Zara eyes went wide as a deep frown emerged, "You can't be serious right now. Sam brings this chick, we barely even know into our home, and now you want her to pick what we do? Hell no."

"Zara, it's not that deep. You need to chill." Grayson warned his sister as he sent her glare.

"First off, I have a name, it's Mercedes. Second, I don't know what the problem you have with me, I haven't done anything to you. Third, I don't plan on changing anything the way you guys do it. Sam let me come out here to spend spring break with him out the kindness of his heart, you guys don't need to feel obligated to go out your way for me." Mercedes said as she glared at Zara before getting up from the couch and heading out the living room.

"You're unbelievable, I hope you know that. Y'all can do whatever the hell you want, but I'm going to make sure my friend gets to enjoy this week without feeling like her being here is a problem."

Raleigh watched as Sam walked out and she turned back to her sister, shaking her head, "You can be such a bitch sometimes, Zara. Mercedes has been nothing but kind to all of us."

"Are you guys mental or what? It seems like I'm the only one who is trying to protect this family. We had a close call a couple months ago with someone just using Sam. I'm not sorry for being caution, and I'm not sorry for not trusting this girl."

"Mercedes is nothing like Angelica, Zara. She's doesn't even seem to have the type of character to walk pass a homeless person without giving them something." Grayson stressed as he stared at her, "Get a chance to know her before you judge her."

Zara rolled her eyes, speaking as she started to walk out the room, "That's rich coming for you, seeing as we both judged the ex right off the back. You're a hypocrite."

Sam found Mercedes leaning against against the patio wall, "Mercedes.."

"I'm fine, Sam." Mercedes cut him off, already knowing what he was about to ask, "It's okay."

"It's not okay. She has no reason to be treating you like she is." Sam said as he ran his hands over his face, "I'm sorry."

Mercedes turned around and stared into his eyes, "Don't ever apologize for someone else's actions."

Sam grunted lowly as he looked down at her, "Well, we don't have to do anything with them today. We can just do our own thing."

A teasing smile quirked on her lips, "Do you just want me to yourself, Evans?"

"Yes." Sam honestly admitted immediately, not daring to even lie about it. He smiled to himself when an activity crossed his mind, "Ever been fishing?"

"Plenty of times."

"Do you know how to put a live bait on the hook?"

"Better than most men actually."

"Ouch." Sam smirked as he leaned back against the pole, "Alright Ms. Jones, if you're interested, lets make this day a catch and release fishing day. Whoever catches the most fish by five, wins."

"Winner gets whatever they want." Mercedes added, seeing him nod, she held out her hand, "Shake on it."

Sam took his hand and grabbed her smaller one, shaking it, "Good luck, you're going to need it."

"Don't be so sure of it." Mercedes smiled as she let go of his hand before turning to walk away. This day was definitely going to be interesting.

Sam pouted as he sat on the counter, popping one of the grapes in his mouth, "It was a catch and release. I can't believe I lost."

Marissa laughed at her son as she stirred the sauce, glancing over at him, "How many did she catch?"

"Ten, and I barely caught the two I caught." He rolled his eyes when his mother starting to laugh at him harder, "It's not that funny, mom."

"It is." She snickered before she started smiling, "Let me ask you a serious question and don't try to skate around it."

"Alright."

Marissa turned the isle down low before she looked at him, "Are you starting to have romantic feelings for her? And I know you said she's just a friend, but it's okay if you do."

"Not going to lie to you mom, I do have feelings for her. I have for awhile now." Sam admitted, shrugging as he put his head down, "But I'm just trying to push them away because I'm scared. I'm scared of letting somebody get ahold of my heart again."

"Sweetheart, I know you're scared and you have every reason and right to be. You were hurt, and deceived. I hate that it happened to you." Marissa breathed out as she walked over to him, lifting his chin up with her finger, "It's going to take some time but you're going to be fine, baby. You will be able to let someone in, preferably Mercedes, and I know the love will be true and pure."

Sam let out a small laugh at when she said Mercedes, nodding as he listened to everything she was saying, "Thanks mom, I don't what I'd do without you."

"You'd most definitely be a lost soul, Bubbs." She teased as she kissed his cheek, letting his old childhood nickname slip out.

"Bubbs?" Mercedes asked as she came in at the end, looking from Sam to his mother, "Is there a meaning behind that name?"

Marissa eyes lit up, much to Sam's dismay, "A meaning and some pictures."

"Mom, no." Sam whined as he slid off the counter, groaning loudly.

"Hush up, boy. You're in luck because the pictures are back home but I will tell her why I called you that." She said before turning to Mercedes with a big smile, laughing at the groans that was coming from him, "When Sam was little, he was a little on the chubby side. His cheeks were twice the size of a chipmunk's and he had a kid sized beer belly."

Mercedes giggled when she glanced over at Sam, who's face was turning crimson.

"He grew out of it quickly but I just thought he was so adorable. Instead of calling him Bubba or Butterball, I thought Bubbs was cuter."

"Oh my god." Mercedes snorted as she hit his shoulder, causing him to shake his head and stare up at the ceiling, "I have to see these pictures."

"I'm never showing them to you." He mumbled, huffing out dramatically.

Marissa rolled her eyes at him as she smiled, "The sauce has to sit for awhile. I'll be back down in a bit."

Mercedes watched as the woman walked out the kitchen before her eyes went back to Sam's, "Can I start calling you Bubbs?"

"No."

Mercedes chuckled as she bit down on her bottom lip, "Come on, it's adorable."

Sam shook his head in protest, "Not happening." He laughed when she smacked her lips and folded her arms. He glanced out the window behind when he saw a flash, "You want to go out back for a minute?"

"Sure." She followed behind him as they headed out the back door, taken aback when how chilly it was, "It's cold."

"Yeah, it's usually like this." Sam smiled when he leaned over and opened the basket that was by the door, grabbing the blanket out and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Mercedes immediately felt the warmth from the blanket, giving him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"No problem." He said as he took a seat on the couch, causing her to do the same. When she got settled, he pointed to the sky, "I wanted you to see the fireworks. They do them every night for ten minutes. It's pretty cool."

Mercedes wrapped herself up in the blanket as she pulled her legs up, scooting closer to Sam and laying her head down on his shoulder as she looked out to the skyline just in time to see the firework shoot in the air.

Sam smiled lightly as he wrapped his arm around her. This was nothing new at all. When they hang out on late nights, she always cuddles underneath him. He was struggling though. Struggling with the feelings that he had for her. He loved everything about her. How sweet and kindhearted she is, she was smart, funny, and beautiful. A part of him he wanted to act on his feelings but he just couldn't.

"You're overanalyzing whatever you're thinking about." Mercedes spoke as she turned her head to the side.

"How do you know I'm thinking about something?"

"You got quiet all of a sudden and your eyebrows are furrowed." She pointed out with a small smile as she took her thumb to smooth them out, "You can talk to me, you know."

Sam nodded as he watched her closely, "I know, but it's nothing."

"It's something." Mercedes whispered as she stared into his eyes, loosing all train of thought all of a sudden.

Sam gulped inaudible as he gazed at her, seeing the look in her eyes change. He took his hand and moved her hair from out of her face, before it slid down to caressed her left cheek.

Mercedes leaned into his touch, trying to take a calming breath, "Sam.."

"Yes?"

The words got caught in her throat once more as she looked up at him. Licking her lips, she clearly couldn't think at all and she had no idea why. No, that was a lie. She did know, she just didn't want to admit it. Seeing his head moving closer to hers, she closed her eyes as her own starting to move as well.

Sam's foggy mind immediately cleared when he heard voices in the kitchen. Clearing his throat as he pulled back just in time to see Grayson peeking his head out.

"Sam, mom told me to tell you to go ahead and pour the sauce on the noddles."

"O-Okay." He watched as Mercedes' scooted over so he could get up. Standing up, he made his way to the door, ignoring the curious expression on his brother's face.

Mercedes waited until they left before she laid back, covering her face with the blanket. What in the hell was that? she thought to herself as she let out a low groan.

A/N. How about that ending though? I know y'all are ready for Samcedes to get together, believe me, I am too. The next chapter will be longer and wild. Everything is going to happen so fast, you're mouth is going to be hanging open. Lots of truths will be revealed, fighting, and definitely going to be some crying. Only a few more chapters left, and yes, Quinn is going to make another appearance before this ends. Stick around & as I mention on my tumblr, all OG stories will resume next month! Let me know your thoughts & thank you for reading!

Translations:

*Je vais bien- I am fine.

*Sérieusement, je vais bien. Prenez beaucoup de photos, et appelez-moi avant de quitter l'île. Je t'aime- Seriously, I am fine. Take a lot of pictures, and call me before leaving the island. I love you.