Thank you for your continued support for this and my other stories. This chapter is another attempt at moving the story along. The chapter shows what Sam was thinking, when he first saw Mercedes. It also shows what happened before he took the cake to her house, amongst other things.
Standard disclaimer.
SAM'S POV
As I sit in the back of the Moving Truck, with all of our possessions packed in boxes, I felt eyes on me.
Seeing a girl about my age standing by the window, I knew this had to be my buddy's best friend. I don't know why, but, somehow I forgot to ask him for her name.
I stood up in the truck, trying to get a better look at her and I wasn't disappointed.
She's beautiful. My perusal of her was cut short by my workaholic father, telling me to get down.
I took up my skateboard and decided to go for a ride.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I felt this pull towards her and my heart rate sped up. I just couldn't explain it. There was something about her.
As I rode passed her window, I waved and said hi to her. I hope that I get a chance to meet her, because I really want to.
NEUTRAL POV
Sam returned later, after getting a feel for the neighborhood.
As he rode by, he looked at the window where he saw the girl earlier, but she wasn't there. His heart sunk a little at not seeing her, so he decided to head inside.
The smell of something baking hit him, as he entered his new home. He knew what it was instantly. His mom's infamous Bundt cake.
He was never so happy to see the cake and before his mum could ask him, he volunteered by saying,
"I'll take the Bundt to the neighbors' mom."
Mary Evans was surprised. It colored her lovely face, as she wondered if this was indeed her son.
She thought of the many times before, in their previous neighborhoods, when she had to force him to take the cake, or end up asking his sister to. His willingness was beyond her. She turned skeptical eyes on him and hesitantly said,
"Ok…ay. You can take it, but take your sister with you."
A scowl played on his handsome features, but he did as told. Standing outside the neighbors' door, he felt nervous. Not because the cake wasn't good, but because he would probably get to see the mystery girl up front.
He'd thought about calling Blaine to ask for her name, but decided against it. He would be living next to her, so it was more than likely that he would get to know her name.
He watched as a lady came through two glass doors and stood before them, with wonder in her eyes.
'This must be her mother. I can see the resemblance,' he said to himself.
A brief conversation ensued, with him injecting a bit of humor about the Bundt, but his internal thoughts screamed the question that was laying heavily on his mind.
'Where is she?'
Hearing the lady say that she couldn't accept the cake and hearing her vague reply, propelled him to ask her a question before she completely turned away.
"Is your daughter around?"
Right at that moment, Stacy chose to open her mouth and out him. He quickly tried to shut her up by denying her accusation. He deflated slightly, when he heard the lady say, "No, she isn't," and promptly closed the door in their faces.
Sam and his sister turned away. She was giggling at him. It was…. embarrassing…. but… somehow, still funny.
On the way back to their house, they played around with the cake and Sam, not looking where he was going, crashed into his dad. The plate and the cake hit the ground, causing his dad to gruffly tell him, "Watch it."
As his father drove away, no doubt going into work, Sam picked up the cake and made his way inside, with his sister in tow.
Mercedes felt like a stalker, watching the two kids' playful interaction with each other.
They seemed happy, although their father didn't. She watched as they made their way inside, with the fallen cake and all, and just like that, she felt the need to go to the other window, which faced another room in the new neighbors' house.
Her eyes swept over the window, seeing it bare, but, for some reason, her feet stayed rooted to the spot.
Seconds later, the boy appeared and looked in her direction. He smiled and waved to her, causing the exact reaction from her. They both stared at each other for a few moments more, until she turned away to head inside.
"Mercedes, do you want to finish the movie?" her mom asked.
"I'd rather know what a Bundt cake taste like."
"It's dry, you're not missing out on anything."
Quietly, Mercedes said to herself, "No, just everything."
After that, she made her way inside, to finish watch the movie.
MERCEDES' POV
There's a short list of people that know I'm alive. My mom, Blaine, my nurse Santana and her girlfriend Brittany.
Although, I'm pretty sure that Kurt knows and now the new neighbors do too.
I can't remember Santana not being with us. She's been working here for fifteen years. Sometimes, I think she's trapped in here with me.
NEUTRAL POV
"Morning Santana," Mercedes greeted, as she entered the room. She picked up the orange juice that was waiting there with her medication and took a sip.
"Hola Chica," Santana said, as she checked the meds and wrote down the information in a book.
Over the years, she has grown attached to her young patient and looked on her as a mother would a daughter.
A smug smile graced her features, as she reached into her bag, pulled out a paperback and happily said, "Feliz Cumpleanos."
Happiness exuded Mercedes. She embraced her sweet nurse and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Later that night, she was sitting in her room, catching up on her studies, when she heard the sound of pebbles hitting her window. Curious to see what it was, she made her way over to the window and automatically smiled at the sight before her.
In the same room that she had seen the boy in earlier, someone was putting on a show… for her. She had no doubt who it was.
The Bundt cake from before, was sitting on the window ledge, when a long hand holding a torch, stretched out and shone a light on it. She watched as the hand retracted with the torch, only to reach back and knock the cake off the ledge.
Presently, he appeared in the window, dressed in all black, including a hoodie, which was covering his sandy blonde hair, and black gloves.
He spotted the light on the cake, which was now laying on the ground below. Next, he lifted his eyes to her, smiling and spotted the light in her direction. This made Mercedes laugh.
She watched as he casually walked away from the window and exited the dark room.
Next night, she heard the same sound again, pebbles hitting her house.
She placed the picture of a fish she was drawing, down on her bed and went to the window.
This time, along with the cake, there was a glass with some kind of drink in it and two pill bottles, sitting on the window sill.
Once again, the boy appeared, and again, dressed in all black, minus the hoodie and gloves. He reached for the glass, raised it in her direction, took a sip and winked at her.
An effortless laugh escaped her, as she watched him.
He placed the glass back on the sill, shook his head and said, "Terrible."
Like the night before, he moved away from the window, leaving her to do the same.
It's now the third night in a row, and the sound of pebbles could be heard hitting her house.
She placed the stack of post it notes she was writing on, down on her bed and went to the window.
As before, the cake was there on the ledge, but this time, a made up IV unit with a line, was attached to it.
The boy appeared, dressed like a priest… in black robes. He stood over the cake with a solemn look on his handsome face, giving the impression that he was about to perform a last rites ceremony.
It looked real, until he made the sign of the cross, where he mussed his hand around, in front of his chest. This made her laugh.
After performing the 'ceremony', he took the items away and returned, giving her a sweet smile. Sam knew he had her attention, and he wanted to hold it for a while longer.
Her smile warmed his heart and he knew that he could watch her smile all day, every day. He raised a finger, indicating his need for her to stay, and stay she did.
His idea was, to get her to call him, so he wrote his number backwards on his window and quickly picked up his phone.
The minute Mercedes saw him writing the number, she begun entering the digits in her phone. She quickly added it to her list of contacts, which weren't that many, and hoped to learn his name. This was her opportunity to, so she wrote out a text to him.
As she sent the text, something told her, that her life was about to change, for the better.
I hope this chapter made sense. The next one will have a lengthy conversation between the two of them.