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For the first time in her young life, Mercedes felt different.
Since the new neighbors arrived, things have been interesting.
Currently, she is sitting in her cozy window space, writing out a text to Blaine's silly friend.
She suspects that most of the things he does, are for her enjoyment, but, all in all, he makes her laugh. She smiles as she watches him climb up into his window and sit in it, with his long legs hanging on the outside.
MERCEDES: Condolences for the Bundt.
MERCEDES: My name is Mercedes Jones. What's yours?
SAM: Sam. Sam Evans
"Hi Sam," she mouthed. And he mirrored her actions.
"Hi Mercedes."
He smiled and she suddenly became shy, moving away from the window, leaving him wondering what he did wrong.
'Oh well, tomorrow is another day,' he said to himself.
Next door, a case of butterflies and cold feet drove Mercedes from her window.
Besides Blaine, Sam is the first guy that she has ever interacted with, even if it's only through a window, or over the phone. Something about him draws her in and makes her want to do the impossible.
He was very likable and until she could find anything about him that she didn't like, she was powerless to stop the changes that were taking place inside of her.
She released a weary sigh as she got ready for bed. 'At least I know his name now. Sam...'
Today, Mercedes has found herself working on her latest architectural model, with thoughts of Sam, swirling around in her head. Strange, yet wonderful feelings that she can't quite understand, starts to surface, every time he enters her mind. 'What's happening to me?' she asked herself.
MERCEDES' POV
I tell myself that I won't text back immediately, when Sam texts me, and then I text back…immediately.
NEUTRAL POV
As she works on her model, the message alert on her phone goes off. She turns away from the model and picks up the phone. She smiles automatically. It's Sam.
SAM: Hey, what are you doing?
MERCEDES: I'm working on a diner model for my architecture class.
SAM: Interesting. Are you on house arrest?
MERCEDES: …
MERCEDES: Why do you think I'm on house arrest?
SAM: I haven't seen you outside once, since we got here?
MERCEDES: Um…I'm not on house arrest, but I can't leave the house.
SAM: Very mysterious. Are you a ghost? Cause I mean, it'd be just my luck that the girl next door is actually not alive.
This made her laugh.
MERCEDES: I'm like…ninety eight percent sure I'm alive.
SAM: Hmm. So what is it? Is it a guy? Are you knocked up?
MERCEDES: Oh my God. Well what if I was?
Her sassiness brought a smile to his lips.
SAM: Well, I'd be conflicted.
MERCEDES: About what?
SAM: Do you have a boyfriend?
MERCEDES: No. I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not pregnant. Did you spend all day thinking that I was pregnant?
SAM: Yeah, kind of. I mean, it would be awkward flirting with a pregnant girl.
MERCEDES: Right.
She laughed and ducked her head.
SAM: Don't you wanna know if I have a girlfriend?
MERCEDES: No.
Sam was taken aback, but in a good way. A playful smile blossomed on his face.
SAM: I'm hurt. That stings.
He even clutched his chest, emphasizing the 'pain' he was in. He saw her looked up at him, through he window, with a serene smile on her pretty face.
MERCEDES: So, where are you originally from? I know you lived in New York. Blaine told me.
SAM: Tennessee. And yes, I did. My good old buddy Blaine, has mentioned you a few times, but just in passing. He never told me your name or anything specific about you. I wanna move back sometime, to New York I mean.
MERCEDES: Oh. I always imagine myself working in a bakery in New York. You know, like Nicolas Cage in that movie 'Moonstruck.'
SAM: No.
MERCEDES: Snap out of it!
She wrote out. She did the actions then, and looked at him to get his reaction. He looked a bit puzzled and stood speechless, staring at her.
MERCEDES: It's from the movie. It's my favorite line, from my favorite scene.
He smiled then. She looked so cute sitting there, with her hands raised and a huge smile on her face.
SAM: Yeah, I figured. Alright, here's a game. Fast five favorites, okay?
MRERCEDES: Okay.
SAM: So, book, word, color, vice, person.
MERCEDES: Um…okay. Alright. Um… So I guess…
SAM: Come on, type faster, don't think about it.
MERCEDES: Alright. The little Prince, uxorious…
SAM: Ooh.
MERCEDES: Aquamarine.
SAM: Hmm.
MERCEDES: I don't have any vices and… my mom.
SAM: Oh come on. Everyone has vices.
MERCEDES: How many vices do you have?
SAM: Enough to choose a favorite.
MERCEDES: Your turn.
SAM: Alright. Lord of the Flies, macabre…
MERCEDES: Okay.
He points at himself and says….
SAM: Black. Uhh…petty theft and… my sister.
MERCEDES: Lord of the Flies. So, you're bleak.
SAM: I've been told that I have a poor outlook on life.
MERCEDES: Right.
SAM: Are your parents still together?
MERCEDES: Um… my dad's dead. So, no.
Sam was struck speechless. That thought had never crossed his mind. He tried hard in that moment not to pity her.
SAM: Oh.
MERCEDES: Wow! That was really awkward. I don't know why I made that sound so…
SAM: I shouldn't have asked.
MERCEDES: No. It's…um…He died in a car accident, with my brother.
SAM: I'm sorry.
He subtly changed the subject, by asking another question. It was a good way to get to know her.
SAM: So, since you don't leave your house, you don't go to SF Valley High?
MERCEDES: No, I don't go to school. I go online.
SAM: Why?
MERCDES: I'm sick.
SAM: Are you dying?
MERCEDES: Not right now.
SAM: Soon?
MERCEDES: If I left the house. Yeah… Probably.
SAM: What is it?
MERCEDES: It's called Severe Combined Immunodeficiency. It means my body can't fight bacteria or infections….
SAM: Is there a cure?
MERCEDES: For common kinds of SCID, but… I'm very un-common.
She chanced a look in his direction, seeing him looking a bit upset. And although it warmed her that he was concerned for her, she decided to make light of the situation.
MERCEDEDS: You're feeling sorry for me. I can see it. You're totally feeling sorry for me.
SAM: No…No. I… uhh… I'm not feeling sorry for you. You're alive now. You have the internet, so I don't feel sorry for you.
She knew he was fibbing. She could see the concern all over his face, but she played along.
MERCEDES: Good.
SAM: I wish I could meet you in person.
MERCEDES: Yeah, me too.
SAM: Come closer to the window.
She did as he asked.
SAM: Tell me what color your eyes are.
MERCEDES: Dark brown. Almost black.
SAM: You're beautiful.
MERCEDES: Thank you. What color are yours?
SAM: Green.
MERCEDES: Oh. I've never seen anyone up close with green eyes yet.
SAM: Oh. I guess I'm going to have to find a way to remedy that.
She smiled, making him smile in return.
For a few seconds, they stood watching each other, neither one wanting to leave.
Seeing her standing there, in her pyjamas and robe, Sam decided to end the standoff. He waved to her, prompting her to do the same.
As she turned away from the window, for the last time that night, he remained where he was until she was out of sight. Afterwards, he placed his hands in his pockets and walked away with a smile on his face.