SONG USED IS MATTER BY LETOYA LUCKETT
Yall I am back with another story yay. I am so excited, but also can we talk about how Arwen4life is holding it down for the SAMCEDES COMMUNITY. Baby that new book oh it is wonderful I don't want to end. I hope you guys enjoy this story.
It was official Mercedes hated Sam's new girlfriend, Belle, but the broad was more like a beast. She knew when she first the girl that she wasn't the right fit for Sam. That is because she was always trying to change Sam to fit the mold in which she wanted him to be. She made him stop doing his impressions because she deemed them stupid, she forced him to stop doing his comics and get a desk job that he hated, and worst of all she erased the glimmer in his eyes, anything that made Sam happy she deemed it inappropriate or stupid. All they did was argue, which is why Sam's head was in Mercedes's lap as he bawled his eyes out.
Boy, I'm in love with you and it ain't gon' go away You got somebody who just ain't gon' cut it, mayne
She don't do what I do, she on her own thing I wanna look out for you,do all the things she can't
"I just don't know what to do Mercedes, all we ever do is argue, and she isn't happy and I don't know what to do to make her happy." Sam cried. Mercedes rolled her eyes and held the insult that was threatening to escape her mouth but she kept quiet and went to comfort Sam.
"I know Sammy, I know, maybe you guys need to break up and take a break you guys aren't happy with each other right now." Mercedes suggested.
"No, Mercy I can't do that, I l-love her," Sam whispered and Mercedes felt her heart drop and tears immediately filled her eyes. He couldn't love her, she is an awful person. She is cruel, rude, and snobby, she wasn't what Sam needed. She wasn't Mercedes.
No, do she wash your clothes?
No, do she cook and clean for you, baby?
Oh no, she don't fill the shoes No and she don't love you
"Sam, you don't love her. You can't love her, she is trying to change you, and make you be someone that isn't." Mercedes said. Sam abruptly sat up and looked at Mercedes's face with an angry expression.
"Don't tell me that I don't love her Mercedes, I know what I said and I meant what I said." Sam hissed out. Mercedes looked at him like he lost his mind. Sam didn't love that girl, did he? How could he, when Mercedes was always there for him, lift him up when he was down, to comfort him, to laugh with him? If anything he should say he loved Mercedes because Mercedes loved him.
"Sam, you can't be serious right now, Belle is no good for you, she doesn't love you. If she did she wouldn't be trying to change you." Mercedes answered.
"Bullshit Merceded you just don't like her, you never have," Sam said as he stood up too furious to sit down on the couch beside her.
If she don't love you as much as I do She don't matter, no matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me, no
"You damn right I don't like the bitch. She hasn't given me a reason to like her. I don't if I have to tell you this until I am blue in the face but she doesn't deserve you Sam ok."
"She does deserve me, Mercedes," Sam grumbled out.
"Sam listen to yourself, everyone hates her, because she has made you into someone you are not. Your mother has expressed her dislike, and your sister Stacey can't even stand her, and Stacey is ten years old. Your friends, me, Santana, Quinn, Puck, Roderick, Mike, Tina, Brittany, and Kurt have told you that isn't the right one. Have you ever even stopped to realize why we stopped inviting you to places with us? Because we don't want to hear you bitch and moan about her, and we don't want to be around you either." Mercedes explained.
"Well then maybe you guys aren't really my friends. Ok, Belle loves me-."
"SAM I LOVE YOU!" Mercedes blurted causing the room to fall into complete silence.
If she don't want you as much as I do Then she don't matter, no, matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me She don't love you
"You what?" Sam asked as he sat in the chair beside the couch.
"I love you ok. I have for a while now, but I had to conceal my feelings because when I was going to tell you, you right brought her around ok." Mercedes said.
"So let me get this straight, I come to you needing a shoulder to cry on, and you bash my girlfriend, and them confess that you love me."
"See, this is why we don't invite you anywhere, you have become an inconsiderate asshole, the Sam I knew would never ever treat his friends as shitty as you do." Mercedes scoffed.
You say it's gon' be cool, I'm caught in such a dazes Torn in between us two, why can't we make amends?
I know I crossed the line but boy you let me go Knowing what I know now I shoulda left it so
"For fuck's sake Mercedes I have a girlfriend. I am in a committed relationship, this isn't one of your one-night stands. I am not one of your hoes that you can manipulate into keeping your bed warm for the night. I am supposed to be your best friend."
"And goddamn you are Sam, and for you to not be able to realize that is seriously heartbreaking. I am telling you the truth when I tell you I love you but if you can't see that then maybe you should get the hell out of my house."
"Maybe I will," Sam said harshly as he grabbed his shoes and coat and walked out the door and slammed it behind him. Mercedes went to lock the door and when she did she slid down on the floor and cried. That isn't how she wanted this to go down. She wanted for Sam to realize that he was too good of a person to be with Belle, but he was delusional as fuck if he truly believed that everything would be ok. She got off the floor knowing only one thing would block out her thoughts. Sex.
Mercedes was a free-spirit photographer who believed that anything a man could do a woman could do even better, especially when it came to one-night stands. She always left before they could get attached, and always made her intentions upfront, but she never let sex rule her life, and that's why Sam's comment hurt so much. He threw her sex life in her face and made her feel bad for it. Asshole.
So she grabbed her phone and called Shane. She and Shane were fuck buddies, whenever they needed an itch to scratch they called each other. They had boundaries though, whenever one of them got into a relationship all ties were cut off immediately, no spending the night, and no trying to make it seem like they were friends.
He promised he would be there in about thirty minutes, so Mercedes cleaned up, and when he arrived they headed straight for the bedroom, and for a little while, Mercedes forgot about everything.
Do she really know you, know you?
I wanna know you, you, you, yeah She don't fill the shoes, I want you to choose Don't want you to lose me, yeah I want you to choose me, yeah I'm tryna get you to see that she don't love you as much as me
If she don't love you as much as I do She don't matter, no, matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me, no
If she don't want you as much as I do Then she don't matter, no, matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me She don't love you
Sam went back to his and Belle's apartment, and there was still the shattered glass on the floor when she threw it at his head and he narrowly missed it. There was the dining room chair that he tossed at a wall, and then the hole in the wall when he punched it, everything was still there just as they left it. A fucking mess.
He let out a deep breath and went to clean it up. He swept up the broken glass, and it reminded him of this photo Mercedes took of him drinking from a glass similar to it. Then when he picked up the chair it reminded him of the photo of him and all his friends at a bar.
He then tended to his hand and it reminded him of that time Mercedes called his hands good picture hands, that he should never destroy. He knew he hurt Mercedes's feelings and that she was probably taken her frustration out on some guy, and for some reason, he was hit with a pang of jealousy. Mercedes was right though, his friends had been neglecting him and he vice versa, the only ones that really still talked to him were Mike and Mercedes, but he fucked up the latter
If there's one thing in this world That I know for sure it's that I want you more than her See we both know, I can't deny 'Cause boy I need you in my life
I need you in my life, life, life I don't wanna say goodbye, bye, bye Give this love a try, try, try I'll give you what you want, I'll be your everything
If she don't love you as much as I do She don't matter, no, matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me, no
If she don't want you as much as I do Then she don't matter, no, matter, no, matter, no, matter, no Matter, no, matter, no, don't matter to me She don't love you
When Belle had made it back to the apartment Sam was drinking cognac and watching television in the living room.
"And here I thought you would be crying in that bitch's arms. What did she do kick you out for being an asshole?" Belle said as she walked over to him.
"Shut the fuck up Belle," Sam growled out.
"Or fucking what, you gonna throw another chair, punch another wall. That's why your fist is fucked up. You need to take your bitch ass to bed you have work in the morning." Belle said as she walked to their bathroom. When the door shut and the lock clicked Sam started silently crying. Not because of what she said, but because Mercedes was in fact right, and he had fucked up their friendship beyond repair. He looked at the screen his tears mushing the colors together. He grabbed his phone and called Mike.
"Sam do you know what time it is?" Mike grumbled out with the sleep thick laced in his voice.
"I fucked up Mike," Sam cried.
"What happened?" Mike said.
"I snapped at Mercedes and now she won't talk to me, I was an ass, but I was trying to protect Belle's honor."
"Sam I say this with love, fuck Belle. She isn't good for you and you know it, but for some odd reason you won't leave her."
"I love her Mike, Belle is a good girl we just have our moments."
"Sam me and Tina have our moments once every few moments, you and Belle have yours every day. Listen if you want Mercedes to forgive you and I doubt she will just try and talk to her ok. Look we all want what is best for you especially Mercedes. So if you ask me, ditch Belle and try someone new. Now if you excuse me I am going to sleep." Mike said.
"Ok thanks, Mike goodnight," Sam replied as he hung up the phone. He then went to dial Mercedes's number, but she didn't pick up so he left a message.
"Mercedes I didn't mean what I said, I apologize, but you have to understand this is a lot for me to take in. Look I am not leaving Belle ok I love her, I just hope our friendship isn't destroyed because of it. I'll see you when I see you." Sam hanged up the phone and got comfortable on the couch and let himself drift off into sleep.