Yesterday was our first fight like that. I knew that she had no one else to hang out with. I felt sick to my stomach when I got home that day. I knew that school would be different. As I thought about our fight the next morning, I knew that she could help me with my timid nature. She had to apologize first. I shook the thoughts out of my head as I walked into the school. For the first time, I didn't know where to go. This honestly sucked. I couldn't wait for Spanish. Once the bell rang for second period, I could feel my mood is lifted. I rushed to the class and only a couple people were there. I just sat down in my seat and waited for Artie to arrive. I could feel myself getting excited. He was finally here. In the same classroom. "Hey," he said, "you okay? You seemed quieter than usual yesterday."
He really just said that? He was concerned? "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking about sectionals and what to get for people for Christmas." That reminded me: Christmas was three weeks away. I knew that I had to get Mr. Schue something and I had to get Artie something. I knew that Sam probably get me anything.
"The first one I get but, the second one… care to explain?" It seemed weird to be talking to him like this, but I like to think that the Glee Club brought us together. I sighed before telling him the real reason. If he were anyone else, I'd give him some bullshit reason that I like to plan things ahead of time.
"I buy the presents myself and I don't get any help from my family for the presents. But, that's not any different than the rest of the year." Maybe Sam was right. Maybe they did feel sorry for me.
"What about your parents? Why won't they help?"
"My dad died four years ago. My mom is still here, but, I'd be surprised if she lasts for another five years." It seems that he was taken aback by how harshly I talked about my mom.
"Is she sick?" Typical questions. Everyone always thought my mom had cancer. Truth is… she's an alcoholic.
"No. She started hitting the bottle after my dad died and she can't stop." The bell rung for class to start. I can tell that I just killed the mood. We went the rest of the class reviewing for a test we had in a couple days. My other classes seemed to be a blur until lunchtime. We had a short Glee meeting. All of us were deciding on what kind of numbers we were doing for Sectionals. I had a good idea and I told Mr. Schue about it after Spanish. Hopefully, I can get a duet partner.
Country. "Now, what do you guys think of when you either see or hear the word country?" Mr. Schue asked us. There were some groans. I then heard someone.
"It's good music. Just give it a chance.' I looked at who it was. One of the last people I would want to say that: Sam Evans. He's a pretty boy jock with a dash of nerdiness. But, at least he gave a good response.
"Sam, do you know the song I Don't Want This Night to End?" He nodded. Oh shit. Please don't tell me we were going to sing this now. Shit, shit, shit! What the hell did I just get myself into? I sighed before Mr. Schue asked us to perform a little bit of the song. I stood up and Sam made his way. This plan wasn't working how I wanted it to work. A karaoke track started to play and Sam started to sing.
"Girl, I know that I don't know you, but your pretty little eyes so blue are pulling me in… like the moon on your skin…" I knew the parts I needed to come in on and it seemed like we had powerful voices. I didn't feel anything. I just heard the music and his voice.
I honestly hoped that this song would be chosen. I just wished that I had a different partner. But, I guess it might have worked. If the other members voted on it, we have a brand new number! "What do you guys think? We keep the number or we trash it?"
"Keep it. These two have good vocals with each other. We would win Sectionals this year." Finn said. Others muttered in agreement. For once, Rachel had nothing to say.
"Congrats Iris and Sam: you guys are our duet for Sectionals!" Woo hoo! I was in another number! Stick that in your bottle and suck it, Rachel! I was excited because I was going to get to perform one of my favorite songs. I gladly sad down and we had spent the rest of lunch deciding on numbers to practice.
I wish I had Sam to tell this to.
AN: I basically have hit a writer's block. I have an idea for the next chapter. If you have any ideas, message me!