DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE NOR ANYTHING ELSE. NOT PROOFREAD!

Thank you for the reviews, it makes me feel good that Samcedians are still out there! I've decided that this will be a book of oneshots that some will be two-three shots and also not only be Samcedes but Rileystreet because frankly, I miss Rileystreet friendship just as much as Samcedes relationship!

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Mercedes POV

The stars are starting to peak out through the darkening sky when my train of thoughts is interrupted.

"Hey, mind if I join you?"

Fuck. Speaking of the devil


The hammock I was currently lounging in suddenly felt as though it was going to give in and swallow me whole. My heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice, and I slowly look up at him.

Yeah, he looks good.

Sam's hands are shoved in his front pockets of his denim jeans.

Rather than say anything, Mercedes shifts to sit in the hammock sideways; her bare feet rest on the grass– the grass creeping between her toes soothingly.

Sam takes the silent gesture as his cue to nestle into the hammock with her, letting out a small groan when making himself comfortable. Even though they're outside, it feels like the walls are closing in and Mercedes' chest grows tighter the longer the two of them remain quiet in each other's presence.

The stubbornness inside of her practically forces her to remain quiet, not wanting to be the first to say something because…what's his angle? Why is he coming up to her, by himself– unprompted? Her back is to the fire pit where everyone was sitting around, laughing as she tries to not let the person right next to her get under her skin.

God, it hurts to be so close and know that you're not mine anymore.

"So, uh, how…how've you been?" Had it not been for the couple of drinks coursing through her system, she would've just scoffed and left him where he sat. Why? Because what kind of question is that? How have you been? Instead, Mercedes leans back to mirror his positioning in the hammock as the two of them rock slowly.

"I've been better, but you know," Mercedes half shrug, not really knowing what else to say without delving into a territory that she wasn't completely prepared for…at least she didn't think that she was prepared for it. "You?"

"I've been…Yeah, I've been alright," Sam says with a heavy sigh and she can feel his gaze on the side of her face even though she refuses to give in and continues to look up at the stars.

"That's…that's good," Mercedes replies.

"Yeah," Sam responds, and that's when the conversation stalls. A piece of her thinks that this might be it, and it saddens her. Years of being together reduced to half hearted small talk that consists of failing to read between the lines.

Mercedes wonders if he can hear her heart, beating so loud and the tears that are threatening to come out of her tear ducts. But she promised herself she wouldn't cry. Two years was a long time, but She'll be damned if she was the first to break right then and there.

"How have you really been, Pretty Girl?" Sam asks. Mercedes can feel Sam shift in the hammock, and he's stargazing with her. She takes a huge breath in and can't help but have a small frown on her face. It's been two years since Mercedes had heard him say that nickname.

"Excuse me?" Mercedes dropped the tone in her voice to make sure that she doesn't get too worked up, and Sam sighs once again.

"I mean..I don't know– these past two years-" Mercedes quickly cuts him off.

"What do you think you're doing, Samuel?" She quickly pops upright slightly throwing the balance off the hammock. The unintentional harshness in her tone quickly waivers as her eyes rakes over his face. Sam's eyes flickers to her, those gorgeous emerald eyes that she missed seeing every morning light up and just like that– months of longing come washing over her.

Sams says, "I just wanted to know–

"Wanted to know what? That I'm hurting? Or that I'm pissed with you moving on so quickly with Berry. Trying to get me to feed that damn ego of yours?" At her accusation, Sams rapidly sits upright and the hammock swings. His feet are quick to plant on the ground, stopping the momentum, so that the both of them can focus properly.

"I thought you knew better than that. I was never with Rachel. She was the one trying to get with me and I never fed into her bullshit. She's not my type. I would never want to hurt you intentionally– especially not for my own 'ego' nonetheless. I've been single since the day you left," He says matter of factly, as if offended that she would ever think that he could stoop that low.

"Then what,Samuel? Did you think that we'd just glaze over everything and have a simple conversation? Did you think that I'd be that naive to fall into whatever trap you're creating?" At that, Sam scoffs and shakes his head. He runs a hand through his hair and her eyes follow the action.

Inhaling briefly, Sam closes his eyes for a moment as if trying to calm his nerves.

"Why do you do this, Mercy? Why do you assume the worst?" He asks, frustration all in his tone.

This all feels so all of a sudden, and Mercedes wonders if accepting Tina's barbecue invite was a good idea. Despite everything, despite seeing all of the Glee family she missed, despite almost restarting her dear friendship with Puck and Tina again– Sam holds too much power in her life still. Because, now here she is, wishing that the ground can swallow her up so she can disappear and leave him in the hammock by himself.

"It's easy when people constantly find ways to hurt you," The words flow out of her mouth in a meek whisper before her brain can process them, and a lump forms in her throat. She bows her head refusing to make eye contact because she is afraid that he could see how badly she still wants him and is hurting.

Mercedes takes a deep breath in and leans her head back in the hammock once again. Sam stays silent for what feels like forever, but probably a minute. He leans back as well and the sounds of crickets surround both of them. Then Sam starts to speak.

"For the past two years, all I could think about was how I shouldn't have let you walk out that door," He confesses and her eyes shoot open. Mercedes knows she heard him, and Sam knows that she heard him but she's speechless. She doesn't have to say anything that wouldn't end up in tears.

Sam continues on:"I know it probably doesn't change anything, but I just…I fucked up ok? You've given me three chances to get it right and I still manage to mess it up. I thought that I wasn't ready for the next step, I thought you deserved better than having a Lima Loser holding you back from your chance of stardom. But then, once you didn't come back the next day and then months passed i realized it was officially over between us and…I don't know…I couldn't believe it was over...I miss you,"

His eyes practically refused to look at her, but she could see how teary his was.

"I miss having you in my life. It's like, all the little things you did are ingrained in my mind and I can't even put it into words really…I miss you hogging the sheets, or how you'd always press your cold feet into my side when we'd watch something on the couch eating lucky charms."

It's getting hard for her to breathe, but he keeps going.

"I miss walking Mcconaughey with you, or how you'd throw my socks at me when I left 'em around from time to time. I miss watching you sing and dance around the apartment in my clothes. The way you crinkle your cute nose and giggle when I tickle your waist. The way your beautiful light up everytime I showed you a new idea for my comic book. I miss you teaching me things about your hair and you teaching me how to cook. I love how much you always make it a point to make sure Stacey and Stevie are good. Or like..those times when you get really competitive during our family game nights…Or when I could tell you anything without even having to say it outloud…"

Her heart threatens to break out of her chest.

"I guess I just miss you– us…I miss my best friend, my Pretty Girl," Sam has so much more that he wants to say, but he stops there and looks over at yMercedes. There are tears running down his face, which seems to be the same case for Mercedes. She bites her bottom lip and her voice cracks but he can hear her ever so clearly.

"I miss my best friend too. I really miss you, Sammy," It's simple, but her confession holds the weight of the world in Sam's eyes.

To be continued….