Author's Note: Here is another chapter – Thank God for three day weekends. Please forgive any and all mistakes and please take the time to review. The song used in this chapter is "A Drop in the Ocean" by Ron Pope
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
I Knew You Were Waiting for Me - Part II
Chapter 3
Mercedes slept for days on end at her home in South Carolina. She had no idea how truly exhausted she really was. She felt like she was suffering from the flu; her throat was sore for days. It only started getting better after she had been home for about a week. She took the time to read some good books, and she read some magazine articles about Kurt and Blaine and the Endowment for the Arts Foundation they had started; she read about Rachel's third Tony nomination (which the article stated was a triumph since the musical was written by her and her husband Jesse St. James about their childhood years); and she read about Artie and how his independent films had taken Cannes and Sundance by storm over the last two years; especially the film which starred his baby's mother and partner of nine years- Tina Cohen Chang whose portrayal in the role as a teenaged girl living out a goth life experience, was having the Academy Awards redefine if an independent film could spawn a "Best Actress" nominee or should that category remain only for mainstream movie roles.
When Mercedes began catching up on her mail she found a letter from Brittany saying that she and Santana had finally made their move to Lesbos and Brittany had an internet talk show out there, but because the old sex tape of her and Santana popped up they are now really famous out there and Santana was winning some Queen of Lesbos award or something? What seemed to warm Mercedes heart the most was the picture post card that was sent to her from Quinn; it was a picture of Quinn, Puck, their four year old son Austin, and their 17 year daughter Beth they were allowed by Ms. Cocorahan to take Beth for the Summer to Israel so that Puck could show the kids his Jewish heritage.
She was happy to see that everyone seemed to be in a good place, although they didn't talk or see each other at all anymore; every once and a while there would be a note or card but with all of their busy lives it became fewer and farther between. The only person Mercedes really still spoke to, on a regular basis, was Sam and she realized that was because he was the only person that she did not allow herself to lose contact with; she truly thought about him at least three times a day and he always made her feel better when she did. He had truly been the love of her life and the memories of the time that they spent with each other in New York, living together, loving together, just being happy; he was her first mature relationship and the fact that he was willing to accept her wish of waiting to make love until she was married spoke volumes of the type of man that he was. Yes, she cherished that relationship much more than any of the others.
Mercedes went to her cell phone and saw that she had quite a few messages that she had missed-most of them were from Trey. When they had taken the flight back together she told him that she would provide him with complimentary pair of tickets to her next engagement. Mercedes, also had a call from her manager, Russell Parker, telling her that an opportunity has come up for her to sing and she must take it-it is for a huge event and the exposure for her in the states will help to endear a whole new set of fans. She needed to be prepared to attend a big event first and then sing two days after that.
She also saw that Sam had sent her a text message and once she read it she placed a call to Sam.
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Sam could not believe that once Crystal had supported Rick through these last three days of interviews and helped him to begin his career loved by the paparazzi; that he still spent his nights with An-jella, she was always around in a restaurant or a bar with him getting her picture taken but never actually around when it was time to put in the hard work, Sam noticed.
This was game day and the fanfare and the crowd was massive, Sam never realized how small an individual player or coach, for that matter, would feel on game day surrounded by so many fans in a jam-packed stadium. It was a beautiful day and the air was slightly cool; which was the best type of day for the players to be running around on the field wearing all of their padding.
Sam had to get used to the noise but the game had already been in its second quarter and the Atlanta Falcons were winning 7-0. Sam was giving instructions to the defense and then cheered them on as they again took the field. He looked up at the Jumbo Tron and saw the advertisement for the 30th anniversary of the Atlanta Falcon's Dome and the celebration that was to come. It was requesting that all fans to buy their tickets early for this unprecedented event.
Sam didn't really think anything of that because he just witnessed the defense hold the line and not allow a touchdown from the opposing team. He jumped up and down screaming as the defense ran back off of the field and the offense began to take their place. Sam ran around the line of other coaches and gave Rick a pat on the back as he began to go on to the field.
Rick pulled the team into a huddle and then the team took their positions while he counted down the call once he said "Hike" the ball was passed immediately into Rick's hands he dipped backwards and the cut around the back of his line of defense and ran up the sidelines to gain 20 yards on his first down. The Atlanta fans went wild as Rick flapped his arms three times and pretended to soar as he ran back to take his next position.
It went just as the team had planned Atlanta had won the game with the score of 34-6 against the Rams. The season had officially begun and Rick Raven and Sam Evans had not let the team down; the energetic Rick and the complex defensive plays that Sam brought to the table just gave the Falcons a fighting chance of taking this all the way to the Super Bowl; at least that is what the announcer on E.S.P.N. said as Sam was now home and lying in bed, watching the sports coverage, exhausted from the exciting day.
He had thanked God for the victory right before he dozed off to sleep. Sam was awakened by his cell phone ringing at his bedside. He groggily reached over and picked up his phone and answered. "Hello" this word escaped his lips as if it were a hum due to his inability to even attempt to keep his eyes open let alone speak. "Oh, I am sorry Sam I didn't mean to wake you." He heard the voice say. "It's me Mercedes, I am afraid that I am still on European Standard Time." Sam was not sure that he was hearing correctly "Mercy?" He said as he started to perk up. "That's okay, go on back to sleep and we can talk another time." She said, with a slightly disappointed but compassionate tone. "NO!" Sam shot up in bed and grabbed the remote control which was lying on the bed beside him and turned off the television, which had now been watching him while he slept, to remove the competitive voices which hindered his ability to hear her more clearly. "No, I have been wanting to speak to you for a long time now...how are you? I've missed you, where are you?" Sam questioned. Mercedes still felt badly that she woke Sam up but she smiled at his willingness to talk to her now.
"I am finally, at home, back in the states. I am at home in South Carolina. How's Columbus and Ohio State treating you?" She asked. "Do you still like it? Are you happy?" She continued, Mercedes never asked herself about her own happiness very often but she couldn't stand the idea that Sam may have been unhappy somewhere; his happiness always meant a lot to her.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I am not in Ohio anymore, I have moved." Sam said. "Oh, Sam-what happened? I thought that was your dream job. Did it end badly, or was it your choice to leave?" She was concerned now that he may have been going through a hard time and she had not made herself more available to talk him through some things. "No, Mercy it is fine, it was my own choice. I am in Georgia now." Sam said. "Georgia?" Mercy questioned but just at that moment another call began to break in on her line. "Oh, no Sam will you hold on for a minute please my manager is calling again and I haven't spoken to him like I should." Mercedes slightly pleaded. "Of course no problem" he said clearly now that he was wide awake and tingling with just the excitement of hearing her voice again. Mercedes put Sam on hold and answered the other call.
While Sam was waiting he was thinking about "When would it be possible that he could take the drive out to South Carolina to see her." He wondered. "How long she would be there?" He began thinking that "If he drove for the three hours as soon as the next home game ended and they had two days off between the next home game he could stay with her and finally have some long, overdue, and sorely missed quality time with her." Sam wanted to hold her in his arms and hug her, he wanted to just sit on the couch with her and watch and old television show, and he wanted to kiss her; Lord knows how much he missed kissing her; he just wanted some quiet time lying next to her while they slept, just like they used too. If Sam never knew anything else he always knew that he just felt more at peace with her by his side.
Mercedes connected back to his call and spoke again. "Sam, I am so sorry but I have to leave now. My manager has chartered a small commuter plane for me and I have got to hurry up and pack; this opportunity just suddenly came up and he feels that it is important for my career. I am coming to Georgia of all places." She laughed. "I promise you that when I find out where I am, and after I do this work thing-I will make sure to rent a car and come to you for a couple of days, wherever you are, if that is alright with you?" Mercedes asked. "Is it alright with me? I am mad that you even thought you had to ask that question, of course, it is alright with me; when would your coming and spending time with me, ever not, be alright with me? I can't wait to see you again; I'll love you always." Sam was so excited that he blurted it out without thinking that this sign off was really only normally used for their text messages but he just couldn't help himself and he couldn't take it back; it was out there now.
Mercedes inhaled a small gasp at the unexpectedness of his comment but she then just laughed and said "I'll love you always too. God willing I will see you soon, bye." She said her own happiness almost bubbling over. "Bye" Sam said and then he waited until she hung up the phone before he did. Sam jumped up out of his bed and threw his hands up over his head and screamed as if he had scored a touchdown; this has turned out to be one of the best days in Sam's life.
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Sam was sitting in a meeting that had been called at the sporting complex by the general manager. Sam could see Crystal working hard as usual she was putting packets together and placing them in about at least 60 or so gift bags. He watched her through the glass wall as she made phone calls, set up appointments, and going over catering options. There was one point when her eyes met his and she smiled thoughtfully. Sam returned it as he mouthed the word "Hi." She reminded him of Mercedes always there, always working hard, always determined, and she was a sweetheart. Sam then scanned the room full of players and coaches and realized most of them were eyeing An-jella; who was standing on top of a ladder reaching for something on a top shelf. Sam felt wrong for judging her harshly but he believed she was wearing that barely there skirt, and tight blouse just because she knew that she would be engaged in that particular activity today-and it received her desired effect; all the football players couldn't keep their eyes off of her. This made Sam think back to how foolish he was when he was young, and if he had the chance to do it all over again he would have made Mercedes Jones his first and only stop while he was in McKinley.
He thought back to when he had first seen her singing with the group in the Quad they were singing "Empire State of Mind" by Jay Z and Alicia Keys and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. "She was absolutely amazing. He should have attempted right then to get to know her better but, like most hormonal young men, he could not recognize flash from substance and he knows, deep down, that it also made Mercedes not trust in his love for her. He didn't forget that when they were in New York together and he was trying to get back together with her – she ran off a list of every girl that he had dated in McKinley; and she wasn't even there at the time some of them happened. I was flaky and lost her trust. He could kick himself, just like he wants to kick these players because they are missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime with Crystal, and they don't even know it, because they are too busy focusing on An-jella-idiots; and as it turned out Rick was becoming one of the biggest idiots of them all for her." He thought. "One day they will learn." Sam thought.
The general manager entered the conference room with Chris Jennings and Rick Raven and another person that Sam had remembered seeing before a long time ago but he wasn't sure where from. Chris entered laughing and shaking the hand of the man. They all took their positions at the front of the conference room and Mr. Pettway began to speak as soon as the room began to quiet down. I want to take this time to congratulate all of you on your victory of your last game.
The crowd of men began cheering and stomping their feet on the ground and chanting "Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo" noises. Mr. Pettway allowed this to go on for a few more moments but then he calmed the room down again. "As you all may or may not know next week will signify the 30th Anniversary of the Atlanta Falcon's Stadium." All of the men started clapping and shouting again. "I...I am inviting, all of you to my home, for a party tomorrow evening celebrating this big event in Atlanta Falcon's history!" The stomping, clapping, and cheering went on again; he attempted to quiet them down again. "Then there will be a big celebration with the fans at Sunday's home game. I have big things planned for that day so please be prepared to PLAY GREAT and CELEBRATE!" Mr. Pettway shouted. The team and its coaches were still screaming and cheering when the general manager spoke again. "I would also like for us all to congratulate Rick Raven who seems to be on the MVP fast track and his new and first endorsement deal with Treasure Trailz underwear and I like you all to meet the President of Treasure Trailz Richard Johnson." Mr. Pettway announced.
That is why Sam recognized him he walked in on a photo shoot Sam had once while auditioning for Treasure Trailz. Mr. Johnson began to speak. "I am very pleased to be a part of this great celebration for you and your team. To show Treasure Trailz support we will reveal Mr. Raven's first add here on display in the stadium at Sunday's game; but that is not all, after some research, we have realized that we have another Treasure Trailz alumnus in our midst; so we have decided to show Treasure Trailz through the years to also celebrate your anniversary; photos of the last thirty years of Treasure Trailz models will line the stadium with this year's Rick Raven at the fifty yard line on one side and Coach Sam Evans who was our Treasure Trailz model 15 years ago will be on the other side!" The whole room looked over at Sam and started clapping and cheering. "Why didn't you tell us?" One of the coaches shouted. "You're hiding your past from us coach?" Another player screamed. "Esse, you dog, how could you not have told me?" Ricky said. The clapping and the cheering went on and on. The general manager began to speak again "Player and Coach on opposing sides, history in the making-this will be great fellas-now everyone get changed and have a great practice and I will see you all tomorrow night. Now, let's go and play some football!" Mr. Pettway shouted.
The whole room began to empty out hitting each other on the backs and still cheering some of the coaches were shaking Sam's hand as they hustled all out of the conference room and into the locker room to get ready for today's practice. Sam really didn't know what to think or say "He really never thought he would have to see that picture again." Sam thought as he went into the locker room.
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Mercedes had planned to return Trey's call once she landed in Georgia but she didn't have the time she was rushed by Russell to a Corporate Office building in Downtown Atlanta. She was waiting in the office of the General Manager of the Atlanta Falcons football team with her manager Russell; they had been waiting in this corporate office for about ten minutes when Mr. Pettway walked in and welcomed them. "I am so sorry about the delay. I was with the team just now giving them the good news about the 30th Anniversary celebration. I am Mr. Pettway the general manager of the Atlanta Falcons and I am an avid fan Ms. Jones- no introduction on your part needed." Mr. Pettway said as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Now, I have spoken to your manager and I would like to add to that good news that you would be willing to sing the National Anthem at the start of Sunday's game. Is that some good news that I would be able to share with my team? I would love to have a singer of your caliber be there to start the game off on a classy note." Mercedes looked at Russell but before she could answer Mr. Pettway spoke once more. "I would also like to invite you both and your plus ones to the kick-off party, so to speak, at my house tomorrow evening. It would give you a chance to meet some of the players and coaches. I also feel it would be a big treat for my players because on game day they would be too focused on the game to be able to meet with you in a way that I am sure that they would like. I have discussed the salary with your manager and I believe that we have come to a nice agreement but if you still feel that it is not enough, the league commissioner and I are rather close and I can get him to approve that anytime we sell the tape of the 30th anniversary you will get at least 3% of every unit sold. I can have the paperwork saying so; ready for your signature by the time you come to the party tomorrow night." Russell then looked at Mercedes and questioned "What do you think?" Although, his eyes had been pleading with her to take this opportunity and run with it. "I think that it sounds like a wonderful idea." Mercedes smiled and shook the now extended hand of Mr. Pettway.
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The team gave their all in practice that day so much so that one of the second string players hurt his ankle during practice. Sam was the coach to help escort him back into the locker area and wait for the team's Orthopedic Surgeon to come in and take a look at him. Sam was waiting with Parker when he pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and looked to see if he had missed any calls from Mercedes; there was nothing yet, but Sam could not wait until she would call him and tell him that she was finished with business and on her way to him. Parker was moaning in pain when Sam attempted to place his phone back in his pocket and attend to him but what Sam did not notice was that his phone instead didn't make it all the way into his pocket-it slipped out on to a bunch of towels which was on the bench he was standing next to.
Dr. Jennifer Claire then entered the room she approached quickly when she heard Parker making the noise from the hallway. She was a tall blonde woman with short hair and big blue eyes. Sam could see that she was extremely attractive but he had to focus more on Parker and what could be done for him. "Parker..." Jennifer started. "Didn't I tell you before that you need to pick up your feet and plant it don't just twist it the AstroTurf is really unforgiving of that!" She continued matter-of-factly. "I know ma'am I'm sorry." Parker said as he winced in pain. "Has he done something like this before?" Sam questioned. "If I reset this ankle one more time I will be able to get a job at The Museum of Natural History reassembling the "Neanderthal Man" isn't that right Parker?" She lightly tapped him on the head with her clipboard. "At least that job would save me on the paperwork." Jennifer asked Sam to hold him down while she pulled at his foot to realign the ankle. Sam walked over to the other side of the table and laid his body across Parker's sideways and grabbed onto Parkers left knee holding it with both hands on either side.
Jennifer looked at Sam and smiled while she put on her latex free gloves. "Nice body holds...I see someone has had a little practice." She winked at Sam. Jennifer grabbed either side of his ankle and in one swift move she pulled his foot forward toward her and Parker gave a quick, but loud squeal. "That's all!" She said as she took out the gauze bandage and began wrapping Parker's ankle until it was tightly held in place. "You are that new coach that came in with Rick Raven, aren't you?" Jennifer attempted to make small talk with Sam as she was working. "Yes, that is right; I am Sam Evans." "Well, it is very nice to meet you Sam Evans you are a very nice looking addition to the club." She said as she patted Parker on the foot to indicate that she was done and then she began to pull off the gloves on her hands and attempted to shake his. "You're not so bad yourself." Sam said while shaking her hand. Jennifer smiled at him again and then directed her conversation back to Parker. "Make sure to keep that ankle up and keep it iced to prevent swelling." She said. "Sorry Parker but thanks to your zeal there will be no party for you tomorrow night." She spoke again. "Awww, C'mon Doc! I'll keep up and iced all afternoon and tomorrow morning but don't say that I have to miss the party!" Parker protested. Jennifer looked at Sam who simply shrugged his shoulders and said "It's your call, doc." "Alright, only if you do everything that you just said but no dancing and you have to use crutches." She conceded. "I will follow your every command doc." Parker said. "It is a shame about the dancing though doc; I was coming for you tomorrow night." Parker joked. "Well, now it just looks like Sam will have to have all my dances-isn't that right Sam?" Jennifer looked at Sam with a glint of humor in her eyes.
"I'll see what I can do." Sam said. Jennifer seemed to take his answer as a personal challenge but she walked over to a closet pulled out some crutches and handed them to Sam. Sam helped Parker use them to stand up and left the room to drive Parker to his home. Sam, unfortunately, never noticed that he did not have his phone.
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Mercedes attempted to call Sam all night long she wanted to ask him to be her plus one for this party tomorrow night, especially knowing how much he loved football, she thought that he would get a kick out of meeting some famous players; but he was not picking up his phone; all of the calls were simply going to voicemail. She left several messages for him to call her back, as she was waiting in her hotel room but none ever came. The only time that her phone rang she picked it up excitedly but -it was Trey. "Oh, how are you Trey, I am sorry but I haven't had the chance to send you your tickets yet but I didn't forget and I wasn't going to flake on you honestly." She began. "I wasn't feeling well when I first got home and I had another work thing pop up. I am in Georgia now; I will be going to a party with the Atlanta Falcons tomorrow night and singing at their game on Sunday." She said. "If you don't think I am being too presumptuous; I will give up the two comp tickets to be able to go with you to the party. I love football and it would be a chance of a lifetime to spend some time with the players; and seeing you again would definitely be the icing on the cake." Trey answered. "But Trey I am already in Georgia" was Mercedes' response. "So, am I, I was visiting a cousin out here. Please Ms. Jones will you make all of my dreams come true?" Trey asked.
Mercedes decided since she could not connect with Sam and it really wasn't fair of her to be upset about it she told him that she would meet him after her work was through so...she allowed Trey to be her plus one instead. "Alright, take down this address so that you can meet me tomorrow." Mercedes said.
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Sam was kicking himself because he had looked all over and was unable to find his phone he had retraced all his steps and he couldn't find it anywhere. It was now getting late and the party was going to start in a couple of hours-he had to start getting ready. He just hoped "that he did not miss any call from Mercedes" as he went to go take his shower.
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After Crystal finished helping Rick this afternoon now she had to decide; what she was going to wear to the party? Crystal stood in front of her mirror looking at herself. She liked having the opportunity to dress up but it saddened her as well because ,she knows, that she would put in all this effort to look nice and still not be noticed by any of the men in the place; especially once An-jella got there. It brought a slight tear to her eye that threatened to ruin her makeup; but Crystal challenged herself to pull herself together.
She always loved football and her father taught her everything she knew about the game. She can still throw the best spiral in her old neighborhood. "When I met An-jella in junior high school I thought that we were going to be best friends forever; only, An-jella began to grow-up and I began to grow wide." She thought. "So many things about An-jella changed, not for the least was the way she spelled and said her name, but how she dressed and how she acted. We grew so different that I really didn't think that she would want to continue our friendship. That is why I found it so strange when I got the internship to work with the Falcons all of a sudden we were close friends again. So how could I turn her down when I had gotten a full-time job here and she needed one so desperately? So, I put in a good word for her and she becomes my co-worker; the only problem is I tend to do all the work and she spends her time flirting with NFL superstars."
Crystal then looked down at the Spanx that she had lying on her bed and deeply inhaled. "Well, now it is time to pretend that I have some modicum of self-control." She thought as she pulled up the long legged girdle up past her hips and up to her waist. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "It didn't hide as much as it prevented all the jiggling." She looked at herself in profile as well as from the front. Crystal then stepped into her halter topped dress which was blue with big flowers of white, and red on the material and a pleated from the empire type waist on downward. She then put on her blue peep toe pumps after she had zipped up the side zipper of her dress. She looked at herself once more and then she thought..."I'll probably be working more than partying anyway. Remember, Crystal what God has for you is yours, you just have to wait for it that's all." Crystal turned off all of her lights in her apartment and left, locking the door, and headed for the party.
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An-jella had been giving Rick a hard time the entire afternoon, first she complained that "he was practicing too hard because the sex was just not up to par this afternoon." As she put it; she then complained about what he planned to wear to the party she felt that "He had no real style and with all the money he was making that he truly needed to step up his clothing game."
She had even threatened twice that "She would refuse to be seen with him and that there were many other players that would love to have her as their date that evening- and their plaything after that; so he needed to get his act together with- a quickness."
Ricky went out late that afternoon shopping but he was really at a loss. He found himself fidgeting and pulling at his hands but then he remembered the football that Crystal gave him and he pulled it out of his car glove compartment and held on to it. He thought for a few minutes and then he decided that he knew what to do he began calling Crystal and asking her advice on what to wear to the big event. Crystal tried to remember the clothing sizes that she saw in his closet when she was preparing him for the media blitz. She told him "to hang up his phone and that she was going to send him some options which matched his skin tone along with his eye color." After a few minutes Rick waited while sitting in his car and his smart phone went off with at least a dozen options of the right size, where he could find it and try them on; along with the price range. She texted him and told him that "she also contacted the stores personally and told them to hold one in his size of each of the options if he decided to purchase one...she also requested that they keep the tailor on site until he got there in case he needed some quick alterations. All she asked was that he called her once he had made the decision of which one that he had liked so that she can cancel the orders at the remaining stores." "If my opinion matters in the slightest..." she texted again "I think you should go with the Alexander Amosu it would be perfect for your body type." she texted.
Rick texted her back and told her that "He was going to go with her choice and he thanked her- I don't know what I would do without you Crystal." Rick then headed on his way to the store he then called An-jella and told her that "He would need her to be ready because she will be with the best dressed brother in the place."
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Mr. Pettway's home was huge and beautiful and it was decorated with the Falcon's colors. He had a large dancefloor in his backyard and a DJ playing from overhead on the upper balcony. There were shimmering lights that where strung over the pool and provided a glow to the pool below. The food was along both sides of the grounds where guests could take buffet style of whatever they wanted. The guests had the option of dancing under dim lighting within the music room on the first floor, or under bright lights in the living room area, or under the natural night sky.
The place was filled and everyone was beautifully dressed. Sam saw Chris walking around talking to other players and handing out his business cards just in case any of the players were up for contract renegotiations and had been thinking about changing management.
Sam was tempted as he stood by the door of the music room to walk into the living room and troll Chris just for the hell of it; but a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to find Dr. Claire and she smiled at him. "Oh, hi doc..." Sam smiled back. "I have something for you." She said and she held up his cellphone and waved it in front of him. "You are kidding!" Sam smiled wide "I looked everywhere for it thanks, so much" he said as he tried to take it from her hand but she snatched it away. "There is a finder's fee" He voice became higher at the end of her sentence then it was in the beginning. "Dance with me" She said. Sam looked at the living room and noticed some space so he said "Fine" he took her hand but she pulled him into the dimly lit music room instead and threw her hands around his neck and pulled him close to her. Sam held her waist and began to dance with her. "I won't break Sam and even if I did... I am an orthopedic surgeon, I could put myself together again, hold me tighter." Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and her body became flush against his as he rested his head on her shoulder he listened to the words of the song that was playing. It was Ron Pope "A Drop in the Ocean" and that is what this felt like. It had been a long time since Sam allowed himself to get this close to a woman and in all actuality this was not who he wanted to be with at this time. He closed his eyes and imagined dancing with Mercedes this way. The song continued to play...
I don't want to waste the weekend
If you don't love me pretend; a few more hours than its time to go
And as my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on;
And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep;
Don't take what you don't need from me
Just a drop in the ocean a change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together;
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven
Sam nuzzled closer to her
Misplaced trust and old friends, never counting regrets,
By the Grace of God I do not rest at all;
And New England as the leaves change, the last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl;
And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me.
Jennifer hugged him tighter
Just a drop in the ocean a change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together;
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven.
Sam opened his eyes and saw Mercedes in the arms of another man dancing and staring at him.
Heaven doesn't seem far away any more no, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Heaven doesn't seem far away any more no, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Aooo, Aooo
Sam and Mercedes eyes meet.
A drop in the ocean a change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
Cause you are my heaven
And that is when it happened; Jennifer pulled her head back little and kissed Sam.
Authors Note: Thank you for reading and please review.