Hey guys! So this is pretty late but I still wanted to post it. It's for Samcedes Week Day two: Summer/Beach. Thanks to my BETA nibbles131 you are awesome! I do not own glee. Next up will probably be Blind date! Enjoy!

"Drinks?"

"Drinks!"

"Towels?"

"Towels." Santana shouted tossing Mercedes the items to put in their bag. Spring break was coming to an end and the three best friends decided to go on a road trip for spring break weekend. Santana's friend from college agreed to share her uncles beach house with them to avoid the overly priced hotel rooms during the crazy weekend. They couldn't wait!

Fun in the sun, drinks, parties, and bonfires at night to wind down with. Mercedes couldn't wait to get some time off. Working late nights at the bar and cramming for approaching finals was stressful and a little getaway was all she needed.

"Cedes! We need to stop off for gas first. I'm on E." Brittany; Santana's girlfriend and Mercedes best friend informed as they loaded up the trunk. "Good because I need to rack up on some snacks." Santana told them hopping in the passenger seat. "San we went shopping last night at the store to get the beers. Why didn't you get some from there?"

"Because, buying snacks from the gas station is an authentic stamp of approval for an appropriate road trip. Come on Cedes, you know this." Mercedes snorted and closed the door to her friends beetle convertible. "You're right. How did I let that slip my mind." She said with every ounce of sarcasm earning a gum wrapper to get thrown at her.

After nine hours of swapping seats and driving the top was down, Santana had her snack run at least three times, the music was blasting, and they were singing at the top of their lungs. No rain in the forecast and Brittany's parents credit card in her pocket for gas and other necessities they were set. Because the trip was a few hours out of their way they needed to leave early just to arrive right on time for the sun to shine.

Mercedes met her best friends in middle school sixth grade homeroom and on picture day. Mercedes and Santana had the same class and homeroom and were starting to become closer. If you saw one you saw the other. If you heard Santana's name Mercedes's name was sure to follow. The students were scared of Santana and if they dared to say something about Mercedes or herself they knew they'd have to pay the wrath of the skinny lanky glasses wearing Latina. Sure she didn't look threatening but that was the best part. It threw them off guard and when they'd least expect it her words cut like a knife and her hands were quick. The two were always a force to be wrecking with.

So when they heard a girl getting picked on for wearing a cat sweater for her picture the two were quick to break it up. Immediately putting a stop to the bullying of David and Azimio, two bullies from the eighth grade, they comforted the girl. Telling her that if she wanted to wear her cat sweater she could and to ignore the idiots that say anything negative to her. From that day forward they've spent just about every day, second, and hour together.

This was their senior year of college and they couldn't wait for it to be over and what other way to relax than a few days on the beach and in a beach house. "Four more miles!" Brittany shouted getting a mini celebration from her friends. Santana sat up in her seat and adjusted the belt around her. Taking a deep breath she smiled. "We're so close I can smell the beach!"

Mercedes shook her head at her friends enthusiasm and enjoyed the scenery. Her eyes lit up at the house she would be staying in for the weekend. It was more than she expected it to be. Stepping out they were greeted by a blonde wearing a sundress, floppy hat hiding her bob, glasses, and what looked like a refreshing glass of ice tea in her hand.

"Hey! Did you guys have a hard time finding the place?" Quinn asked hugging Santana while holding her hat down from being blown off. "No we were good. It was long as hell though. Quinn this is my girlfriend Brittany and my girl Mercedes." She introduced.

"Thanks for inviting us. This place is beautiful." Mercedes said complimenting her on the part she'd seen so far. "Thanks. You should see the inside; come on." The girls grabbed their bags only for Quinn to stop them. "Nuh-uh. I have guys for that. Boys!" She shouted towards her front door resulting in three tall guys to come out at her request.

Mercedes messenger bag buzzed and immediately she turned to search for it. Checking her purse she saw three texts from her mom. "Shoot!"

"Is there a problem?" Hearing a deep voice come from behind her she turned around and was greeted by firm pecks and broad shoulder hidden under a v neck. Looking up she was mesmerized by plush pink lips smiling at her and green eyes looking down at her. Hearing a throat clear she saw Quinn standing behind the tall green eyed blond looking at her. Mercedes shook her head and placed her phone in her pocket. "No everything's fine." He gave her a heart racing lop sided smile followed by a nod. Grabbing her bags he started walking towards the house. "Come on. I'll show you to your room." Praying her panties weren't around her ankles she followed behind him and the other guys hauling Santana and Brittany's bags in.

The place was even more breathtaking inside. She looked around at the remodelled home that she could tell was old before it was given a makeover. It gave off an old fashion feel but looked new. Passing by unfamiliar faces she followed the tall blond up the stairs and around a corner into a large light blue room with lace covered curtains and a freshly made bed.

"Knock knock." Quinn sounded walking into the room as if she wasn't a few steps behind them. "Hey, so Mercedes this is Sam and this is your room. I was going to put your things in there with Santana and..."

"Brittany." Mercedes answered causing Quinn to hold her head and scrunch her nose. "Yes. Bad memory." She joked causing Mercedes to laugh. Looking over she noticed Sam smiling at her causing her to blush and look away. "I figured those two would want some alone time seeing how Santana is Santana and all." Mercedes chuckled nodding her head. "Well I appreciate it. This place really is beautiful." She shook her head. "No problem. Get dressed and meet us out back for lunch we're setting up for a barbecue." She smiled at her and turned to walk out leaving the two alone again.

"Thank you for bringing my bags."

"Anytime. If there's anything else I can help you with just look for me." He winked at her and placed his cap over his hair. "I got you." She smiled bashfully and gave him a nod. "I will." Smiling at her Sam closed the door and left her to get ready.

Mercedes looked over at the curtain and pulled it open exposing more sunlight into the room. Falling back on her temporary stay bed she smiled and exhaled at her surrounding. There was no job to go to where drunk guys would put ten dollar bills down her blouse or slap her ass as she walked past them to serve a customer. She loved her job she just hated the people in it.

Her boss Will Schuester was a creepy ass man and if he wasn't paying so well she should've left a long time ago. Tired of those creepy late night texts that could wait until morning or at least until the next time he saw her. Or him trying to go out "just for lunch" sometimes pissed her off. She was a damn good waitress and an even better bartender causing tips to pour in extremely well every night. Hearing a knock at her door she got up to answer it. "Cedes you coming?" Brittany asked walking in and making herself comfortable in the ottoman against the wall.

"Yeah I'm just trying to figure out what to wear. Dress or shorts?" She asked displaying her options out on the bed. "Neither. Put your bathing suit on and come on!" Santana stressed fixing her red lipstick in Mercedes's provided bathroom. "I don't know. Maybe I'll save that for another time. What about this huh?"

"Cedes she's right." Brittany said. "You look amazing in your bathing suit. Put your shorts and a shirt on over it like I did." She said pulling up her tank to show off her yellow bikini top. Mercedes groaned. She didn't mind showing off her body but this was around a group of people she didn't know. She rolled her eyes and pulled out her clothes before heading to the bathroom to wash up and change.

"Sam it's burned. You can't give that to people." Quinn told him looking at the blackened and charbroiled looking hot dog. "What's wrong with it?" He asked holding it between the tongs and jiggling it around her face. She busted out laughing while trying to get it away from her. "That's nasty." He shrugged and put it aside on the grill. "So who are those girls that came today?"

Quinn's brows perked up at his sudden interest. "The skinny one is Santana. I dorm'ed with her in Ohio state for a year. The tall blonde is her girlfriend."

"And Mercedes?" He inquired looking away from the blonde standing next to him. "Why?" He shrugged. "Just wondering. She's... Nice."

"I knew it!" She exclaimed shaking her head as she put the patties on the grill. "I saw the way you two were looking at each other. You like her don't you?" He looked at her trying to hide his smile. "What? I don't even know her. I just said she was nice."

"No you said she was... NICE" which is loosely translated to "I think she's sexy as hell and I'll throw on my southern charm this whole weekend to get with her." Sam who knows you better than I do? Nobody. You're too predictable." He couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Q there's something wrong with you." She shrugged wiping her hands on a towel. "I'm not the one that's going to be drooling over the food in two seconds."

"What?" He looked at her only to see her eyes pointing directly at Mercedes coming down the stairs and down towards the grill with her friends. "Shit! How do I look?" Quinn looked back at him and shrugged. "You still have no ass so I guess this is as good as you can get." Sam's face scrunched up at her as she walked away.

"Food ready?"

"San!" Brittany and Mercedes exclaimed at the same time. "Please excuse her. She heard the word food and she loses whatever little bit of manners she has." Mercedes joked looking at the blond in front of her staring her down. She nervously looked down at her off the shoulder top and shorts she was wearing. Covering her stomach she stepped back resulting in him to finally make eye contact. He immediately shook his head and turned red. "No! I didn't mean it like that you're just..." He shook his head. "You look good."

"GOOD?" What the hell, she looks sexy as hell. Why didn't you say that?"

Mercedes features softened as she loosened the squeeze she had on her waist. "Thanks." Mercedes and Sam jerked their heads back at the red painted finger nails snapping in between them. "Is. The food. Ready?" Sam looked at Mercedes and Brittany almost embarrassed at their friends greedy behaviour. "Almost. I'll sound the alarm when the food is done. Oh! Wait I think I have one hold on." Santana immediately grabbed a plate and quirked a brow at her friends as if she was proving some point.

Sam made a "watch this" face at Mercedes causing her to cock her head at him. "What the fuck is that!" Santana shouted slapping the burned frank from out of the tongs storming away. Mercedes and Brittany couldn't help but chuckle before following behind Santana. Reaching out Sam gently grabbed for Mercedes wrist causing an electric shock to go through the both of them. He immediately drew his hand back and apologized. She shook her head and adjusted her top. "It's fine."

"Ummm," he scratched his hair before tossing his cap back over it. "Do you want to hang out over here? Nobody really talks to the chef unless it about food." He smiled causing her to blush and move the curls out of her face that the wind put there. She shrugged with a small smile. "I guess so."

A few more minutes past and lunch was done. Serving all of the food Mercedes came from the bathroom to realize everyone had already eaten and that by the smile on Santana's face she had seconds. "The foods gone?" She asked looking at Sam clean around the grill. "Yup. I saw Santana with two plates so I think she has yours." Mercedes shook her head. "No those are both hers. She puts the cold stuff on one plate and the things she can reheat later on another." She looked at Sam's face and shook her head. "It's normal.

"Well don't feel too bad I couldn't get myself a plate either. Wanna raid the refrigerator? Quinn made cake." Mercedes mind instantly went back to the mention of Quinn and whatever she was feeling for Sam was strictly a new found friendship. "Come on." Grabbing her hand they snuck off into the house where it was cooler and sat at the table. "Want a beer?" He asked leaning on the opened appliance door. "Please." Mercedes watched as Sam's tattoo peaked out of his shirt and if she had to admit it turned her on.

She always found it attractive when a guy would reach for something or stretch and his skin would expose. Santana called her weird for it, but it's always been something that aroused her. Same thing when a guy has bed hair or a gruff voice after waking up. When it came to guys Santana always found it "weird."

Her eyes tore away from the tribal tat to the beer sitting in front of her. "Thank you." Taking a sip she saw him pull out a white plate covered up with another one. "That's the cake?" She asked smelling something other than sugar. "Maybe." He smiled and brought two forks over. Taking a seat on the round table bench next to her he handed her a utensil and smiled. "Let's eat."

She turned her head trying to hide her smile before regaining her composure and looking at him eating a hamburger. Smiling wide with food in his mouth she shook her head. "Santana told me you don't eat hamburgers so I got you a hot dog."

"Thanks." She smiled at how he even put her favorite works on it too; ketchup, mustard, and sauerkraut.

Taking a bite of her food Sam watched her plump lips cover the dog and if he had to admit that was the first time watching somebody eat a hot dog turned him on. Turning away he cleared his throat to find something else to distract him. "So tell me about yourself. Where are you from, do you have a boyfriend, where do you work, do you have a boyfriend? Stuff like that."

She couldn't help but laugh. Wiping the sides of her mouth she looked at him. "You liked what I did there?" He asked causing her to let out the same laugh that made him smile earlier that day. "I did... Umm born and raised in Ohio. No I do not have a boyfriend. I work at a bar as a waitress and a bartender and to answer your question again no."

"Good to know." He put his burger down, wiped at his face, and turned towards her. "What are you doing tonight?" Mercedes shrugged putting her food down. "I don't know? Santana said all the fun stuff was starting tomorrow. Why?" He shook his head. "Just wear something warm and comfortable and I'll get you at eleven sharp. My room is right across the hall from yours."

"Your girlfriend won't mind?" Sam's face scrunched up in confusion. "I don't have a girlfriend." It was Mercedes turn to be confused. "But I thought you and Quinn,"

"Eww! No! Quinn is my cousin. I may be from the south but I don't do that. I'm single." Mercedes giggled while trying to wrap her head around the vibe his cousin gave off. "So why was she looking at me like I was stepping on her toes?" He shrugged. "That's those Fabray's for you. So you'll meet up with me?" He asked again waiting for her answer. Taking time to think about it she looked at him. "Where are we going and how do I know I could trust you?"

He nibbled on his bottom lip before licking them. Moving closer to her face Mercedes could practically feel his lashes flutter against hers. She couldn't look away and she didn't want to. As his green orbs pierced into hers he moved back. "See." Mercedes calmed her breathing as she tried to figure out what the hell just happened. "See what?"

"I could've kissed you but I didn't. I wouldn't do that without asking therefore you can trust me to be a gentleman and to take you out tonight." He collected the empty plate and got up leaving Mercedes to soak in what just happened.

"Warm and comfortable." Was her mantra as she shuffled through her bag. It was April and the only thing she had were some sweat pants to sleep in. She looked in the mirror and at her reflection staring back at her. Her hair was up in a bun and her shirt clung to her chest and curves with it being the only item with sleeves on it other than her outfit she wore earlier that day.

Hearing a light knock at her door she noticed it was a little after eleven. Opening the door she immediately began to apologize for getting lost in her suitcase. "I'm sorry. I was looking for an outfit to wear and,"

"You look stunning." He complimented cutting her off. Her brows scrunched as she looked down at her hobo like ensemble. "I look like I'm going to bed." Sam shrugged and held his arms out. "Look at me. I have on my baseball sweats from college. Here. It gets pretty cold at night." He handed her a hoodie that looked like it could've been worm a few times by the "Evans" name wearing off of the back. "My last name." He said as she put it on. "Ready?" She gave him a nod and let her leave before closing the door behind her and sneaking off downstairs.

Sitting in his candy apple red pickup truck Mercedes drove out with Sam for almost half an hour. Passing a few signs and intersections she recognized on her way there. Letting the sound of the insects and smell of salt water lull her to sleep they finally stopped off at a rocky hill. She thought she was dreaming but the sound of Sam announcing "we're here" told her what she was seeing was real.

Sam got out of his side to open the door for Mercedes and help her out. "Thank you." Walking with him on top of gravel she was glad she wore her sneakers. "Sam. This is beautiful." Over looking the city she saw street lights and signs flashing mixed with green grass and water. Sure she was scared as hell being so high up but being next to Sam made it less frightening.

"I played baseball since I was six and I loved every bit if it. My parents said I was given MVP so much they had to stop because the other parent's thought it was unfair." He told her getting Mercedes to laugh. "Sore losers."

"That's what I said." He joked shaking his head as he sat up in the bed of his truck. Mercedes sat next to him listening to his stories. "I found out I had dyslexia since I was ten. Parents split up when I was fifteen. Moved down here from Kentucky with my dad. That's his summer home were staying at and I was accepted into college with a baseball and swimming scholarship. I've only had two girlfriends and I had my first kiss at age thirteen. Late I know."

Mercedes shook her head pulling the covers over her a little bit more. "I didn't have my first kiss until I was seventeen. That's when I had my first boyfriend." She admitted and didn't even know why. "Well the guys at your school must have been crazy. I would've been in line to kiss you." He confessed causing her to smile bashfully.

He noticed her pulling her sleeves down and the covers up every-so-often since he opened the bed. "Do you want to go?" She shook her head at him as she took her eyes off of the view before her. "No it's a little chilly but the view is so breathtaking. Even this late in the night." She admitted. Rubbing his hands together he opened his arms wide and looked at her. "Come here."

"Sam,"

"Just come here. I'll keep you warm." She looked at him sceptical and shook her head. "Thank you but I'm fine." He shrugged. "Fair enough." Sitting back he felt a cool breeze came by causing her to shudder from the cold. Looking back at Sam his eyes were on her as he opened his arms again. She couldn't help but laugh at the situation. She playfully groaned and moved over towards him. "Fine." Curling up next to him she immediately felt his warmth spreading to her body heating her up.

Mercedes eyes started drooping close soon falling asleep to the sound of Sam's heartbeat. Feeling a vibration in his pocket he reached for it only to see it was a text from Quinn.

"Took her to your hiding place?"

"Yeah. I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll tell Tana if she asks so she won't freak. See ya."

Placing it in his pocket Sam closed his eyes and let the sound of nature cradle him to sleep.

Waking up at the crack of dawn Sam and Mercedes headed back to the beach house and luckily for them the house guests were still asleep. "I had a nice time. Thank you."

"I'm glad. I don't take people up there. I only go to clear my mind." He confessed. "Well I appreciate you stepping out of the comfort zone and inviting me." Opening her room door she tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and looked up at him. "I'll see you later today I guess." He gave her a nod. "Night." Reaching up on her tippy toes she kissed his cheek and thanked him again before closing her door.

"Where the hell is Cedes? She missed breakfast and it's about to be lunch soon." Santana complained as she reached in the fridge for a drink. "San maybe she was tired. I'm sure she'll be down soon." As soon as Brittany assured Santana Mercedes was fine she came down the stairs in her white retro bathing suit and a sheer black cover up on top. "Cedes you wore it!" Brittany cheered before hugging her friend. "I figured since it was our last full day why not."

"Well you look amazing come on." Brittany linked arms with Mercedes as she led her outside and down the stairs to the beach. The sun was shining and Mercedes was glad she brought her floppy hat that went perfectly with her black and white ensemble.

Getting her toes wet with Brittany, Mercedes felt a presence behind her. Turning around Sam was in his trunks ready to go in. Mercedes eyes were glued on his abs, tattoo, and happy trail leading in with his V dip. She wasn't the only one eyeing someone down. Sam was taking in every curve she had to offer. His words were cut short as he approached them. He planned on pulling a "guess who?" but when he saw her his tongue was tied and his eyes were fixated on her.

"Hello." Brittany greeted interrupting the current eye sex going on between her best friend and the tall blond. Sam cleared his throat and shook his head as he took his eyes off of Mercedes to greet her friend. "Hey. Hey Mercedes."

"Hey Sam." Brittany's eyes were amused as the two 'hey's' were bounced around between the two in front of her. She couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. "Cedes I'm going in the water." Brushing the curls behind her ear Mercedes gave her a nod. "I'm coming too."

"Do you mind if I join y'all?" Sam asked. Brittany wasn't going to say no because she knew Mercedes wanted him to come along. She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking. "Just so you know, my girlfriend is still pissed at you for that burned hot dog." Sam let out a chuckle. "My bad I'll make sure my friend Noah gets her a perfectly cooked one this time."

They were having a good time. Music was blasting, drinks were flowing, people were talking, the sun was out shining, and Santana got her perfectly cooked frank Sam promised her. Mercedes had met a few people she really liked and promised to keep in touch with once she left. She wouldn't forget a bubbly brunette with an all pink bikini, nail polish, lipstick and streak in her hair. And with a name like Sugar she doubt she would forget to call her.

Mercedes finally got to meet Quinn's boyfriend as it was his turn to grill. He wore a Mo-hawk and had an olive tone to his skin that complimented his tattoo sleeve he sported. She could tell even by his tough looking exterior he was a complete softy on the inside.

Sam noticed Mercedes standing by herself and decided to join her. "Having fun?" He asked catching up to her and startling her a bit. "Yeah. How about you?" He gave her a nod. "Yeah! I didn't have to cook today and I got to hang out with you again; today was a good day." Mercedes looked at him and busted out laughing as he tried to sing and sound like Ice Cube. "You're a mess."

"Can I ask you something?" She said as she stopped walking to stand in front of him. He gave her a nod. "Shoot." Turning him to his side she gently touched his tattoo. "Did it hurt?" She asked looking over the large side tribal tattoo he had that ran up from his shoulder down to his hip bone. "Yeah. It took almost ten hours to get done. The guy that did it was a seventy-five year old Samoan covered in them. I wasn't as in shape then as I am now so it wasn't hitting muscle but even then it hurt like a bitch."

Sam watched as her eyes examined the tattoo covering almost half of his body. "Do you have any other than the one I saw on your wrist?" He asked causing her to look up at him. He noticed her cheeks turn a shade red and he couldn't help but smile. "It's in a naughty place isn't it?" She couldn't help but cover her face and laugh.

Looking around Sam leaned into her ear. "Can I see it?" She busted out laughing and shoved his shoulder. "No! Absolutely not!" She exclaimed shaking her head and finger at him. "Please?" He begged wrapping his arms around her waist causing her body to shiver all over. "Please?" He begged in the crook of her neck. "Sam." She whispered as he held her close to him. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked looking at her. She shook her head staring up at him. Resting his forehead on hers he asked again except this time his voice was quieter and deeper. Again she shook her head. "Can I kiss you?" He asked hoping she wouldn't shake her head this time. She bit her glossy lip as she looked into his green eyes staring back at her. Finally she gave him a nod and immediately he closed whatever little space was in between them and captured her lips with his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she reached up on her tippy toes. She couldn't help but to release a moan against his lips as his grip around her got tighter. Gliding her tongue along his bottom lip he granted her access and let her in. He wanted to be the one to do it but seeing how this whole thing was his idea he was glad she was the one to do it.

Moaning as his hands went lower she pulled back and caught her breath. Thinking he did something wrong he started to apologize but was stopped short when she took his hand and started heading back to the house.

Walking into his room she kept the lights off and locked his door. His lips immediately reattached themselves to her as he backed her up against the door. She didn't know what got into her but she instantly threw her twenty day rule out of the window for this guy she had just met. Fiddling with his trunks he pulled back letting their lips make a pop sound. "Are you sure?" She gave him a nod. "As long as you have a condom I'm sure. Do you?" He went to his dresser drawer and pulled out a gold square. He couldn't help but chuckle seeing her eyes open wide almost as if she was afraid.

He kissed her lips before resting his forehead on hers. "I promise I'll be gentle." She bit her lip and gave him a nod. Laying back on his bed his eyes lit up as he saw her secret ink. She nervously blushed as he scanned her hip tattoo. "Summer of 2010. All three of us got them only in different places." She admitted. "It's sexy as hell." He told her before giving her a kiss.

Removing his trucks her heard a moan and looked up at Mercedes. Climbing over to her and kissed her again trying to savor her lips as this might be the last time they see each other. He covered his length prior to coming up for air. Teasing his tip with her wet lips he watched her small hands grip the sheets while her hips bucked up for more. "Sam," she begged with a hint of innocence and lust in her voice. He smiled to himself. Torturing himself and her enough her slid in and groaned at how tight she was. Her lips already in the shape of an "O" as he filled her up. "Am I hurting you?" She shook her head and pulled him into a kiss filling his mouth with moans and explicits as he slowly moved in and out of her.

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Packing their bags in the back of Brittany's car Sam closed the trunk and turned to Mercedes. She was almost on the verge of tears. "Cedes please don't cry." She wiped her face with his sweatshirt he gave her and shook her head. "I'm not. I'm just happy I got to meet someone like you in the time we had." He held her tight and kissed the top of her head. "We have each others numbers and we can talk in Skype. School for me is almost over so I can come to visit you in Ohio." He told her reassuring this wasn't the last time they'd see each other.

Santana was about to honk the horn when Brittany stopped her. "Do not do that! Let them have their time; ten minutes will not make a difference." Santana rolled her eyes as she groaned behind the wheel. It was half past seven in the morning and they were supposed to be gone by then. Because the day before was so busy they had to rest before making the nine hour journey back. Oversleeping and what Santana called their "The Notebook goodbye" was what took up their time.

Sam kissed Mercedes one last time before opening the car door for her. "Santana, Brittany it was nice meeting you guys."

"Same here. Thank you again and tell Quinn we'll call her once we make it back." Brittany said. Sam gave her a nod as Santana started up the engine. He waved at Mercedes in the back seat as they drove off and put the top back on the beetle. Pulling out his phone he sent a text to Mercedes. Seconds later he received a text from her and smiled to himself all the way up to his room.

"I graduate in June."

"I'll be waiting. :)"

A/N So what did you think? Not the greatest, but I wanted to participate in SW. Until next time.