Samerella
by All the charm in the bottle
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Sam Evans in the life of Cinderella.
I don't own anything.
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Chapter THREE.
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"Sam this is how you play the chord" said the late Mr. Evans.
He was helping little Sam holding the large guitar. Sam stroked the strings fiercely causing a loud screeching noise to escape from the instrument. Mr. Evans laughed and took the guitar from his little arms.
"This is how you really do it" Mr. Evans said softly.
He began to strum the guitar and hummed a soft tune. Mr. Evans was singing Extreme's More Than Words, it was mesmerizing. Sam never heard such a beautiful tune before. His father sang it perfectly.
From that day, Sam Evans loved to sing.
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That was 12 years before Mr. Evans passed, Sam still has his father's old guitar laying on his bed. He learnt to play the guitar from his middle school teacher, she said it could help improve his dyslexia. Every night before he went to bed, he would strum a few chords from the guitar, singing some of his favorite songs. Music was his way of escaping from his sad life. When, Sue first heard him singing in his room at night, she barged into the room and demand him sing for her another song. At first Sam thought she was impressed by his singing voice, but instead it was just an opportunity for her to mock him for his then maturing voice. Since that day, Sam would only sing and play the guitar when Sue or the boys aren't in the house.
"New Message" popped from the computer screen.
Sam smiled, he was waiting for this all day.
The only person who who he was able to talk to in his house without being mocked.
In school he has his best friend Finn, Puck and Mike, however at home there was no one to talk to. This person was the only one who would accompany him at night, a stranger he met who followed him on his Youtube channel.
-chitty chitty bang bang- Hey there!
- Trouty Mouth- Hey! Watcha doing?
-CCBB- im re-watching your cover of Bruno Mars' Billionaire
-TM- you're still watching that old video. It was like my first video I posted on Youtube! You're old fashion!
-CCBB- Hey as your biggest fan. I suggest you take that back or else I'm moving on. haha!
-TM- Go ahead move on :P
-CCBB- Fine. walking away.
-TM- You're so lame
-CCBB- hahaha! so are you laughing?
-TM- Yeah, kinda looking like an idiot laughing alone in my room.
"Boys lights out!" roared Sue.
Sam let out a sigh. He knew this would happen sooner or later, Sue was going to cut off all the electricity of their home except for the ground floor where her room was. He better end his chat with his chat mate before he goes off in a middle of a conversation again.
-TM- Hey I have to go off aite. Good nite CCBB
-CCBB- Aww why? we were having so much fun!
-TM- The Beast
-CCBB- Okay I understand. Good Nite TM
-TM- Good Nite. Sleep Tight. :)
-CCBB- :)
Immediately after he clicked on the Send button, the computer went blank. Just in time before Sue pulls the plug Sam thought.
Sam laid on his back with his hands supporting his head, he couldn't help but smile. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was the most adorable person he have known. She was funny, amusing and kinda dorky. He wasn't sure if it was a he or she, but it sounded very feminine and sweet, it has to be a girl. She was his biggest fan on his Youtube page. She loved all of his covers of songs. Soon they kept in touch via chat message.
Her first question for him was, 'Why do you cover the top of your head?' she asked.
Sam chuckled, that was an unexpected question.
He covered half his face because he knew if his face made it on Youtube and Sue or his brothers finds out he would be dead. So for safety reasons he has to cover his face.
He couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. Was she white, black, Asian, Hispanic, European? What was her hair color? Is she tall or short? Is it a really a she or a he? Sam tried viewing her Youtube page, however she had not posted any videos of her yet. So it was a dead end.
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"Sam. Sam, Sam!" he could hear Sue's voice.
Is it a dream?
"Wake up lips!"
No, it was definitely Sue in his room.
Sam immediately shot up, and pulled the blanket to cover his naked upper torso. Sue was in his room, sitting on his computer chair with that evil smirk on her face.
"Good morning Sam" she greeted.
Sam pulled on the blanket tighter, he had no escape from Sue. His only way was to jump from the circular window beside his bed.
"Well Sam, I was having a good morning, I cooked myself a delicious breakfast, run a mile or two. Had a power shower and went to wake up my boys. It was a great Saturday morning Sam" she paused, "Was" she emphasized on the word clearly.
Her face changed.
"And then I went up, to pour my left over protein shake all over you to wake you up, when I heard the disgusting sound of moaning" she started to look disgusted and the wrinkles on her forehead were showing.
"I walked in and heard disgusting sounds of pleasure from your mouth Sam. And those disgusting sounds of moaning were about my Cheerio" she spat angrily.
Sam couldn't help but became red. He was having a good dream involving a blonde headed Cheerio before he was rudely interrupted.
"Since you know my no sexual pleasure policy in this household. I am punishing you by ordering you to clean the boy's locker for today" she spat, "You will scrape every inch of sweat from the shower's tiles until your hand reeks of teenage body fluids!".
She shot him one of his evil smiles and left his room.
Sam let out an angry sigh. Calm yourself down Sam before you do something crazy! Calm down!
"Great!" sighed Sam sarcastically.
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It was a lovely morning for Sam. This morning his step mother barged into his room, rudely woke him up from his amazing dream, punished him and now he is bleaching the shower of the boy's locker room. Life couldn't get any better!
He was lucky the football jocks weren't having practice today, cause if they were the locker definitely would not be this clean or smelled this nice. Sam remembered he tried out for football last season and was immediately accepted. However, Sue decided to show the principal Sam's record of poor academic grades and he was off the team faster than he was able to get the jersey.
"Excuse me is anybody here? I need to burrow some ankle spray!" a soft voice said.
Sam went out of the shower and investigate the person in need.
The person was wearing a modest knee length summer dress, a loose cardigan with nude flats. She had her a cute yellow head band on her head. She was limping.
"Ma'am there's no one here" Sam said.
The girl turned around, her large brown eyes met with his blue ones. Holy, it was Quinn Fabray. He just had a dream about her this morning!
"Oh! I need some ankle spray! I accidentally fell from the stairs while decorating the hall" she explained. She looked hurt.
"Sit down. Ill get it from the storage" said Sam.
Quinn nodded and limped to one of the red seats in the locker room. Sam came a few seconds later with an ankle spray in his hand and a roll of bandages.
"Ma'am let me help you with your ankle" he said.
Quinn could not help but stare at the handsome blonde who was in front of her. He was such a gentle man. He has soft lovely looking blue eyes and the most touch worthy blonde hair. She could see the outline of his chest and pecs from his shirt. He was hot.
Quinn knows this boy, he was the laughing stalk in her English class and he is a regular slushie magnet. She pitied him, he was such a nice person. He didn't deserve any of this.
He took off her shoe for her, leaving him with her naked feet.
Sam could not believe his luck, one moment he was brushing the boy's shower and the next he was removing the shoe from Quinn Fabray's feet. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears. He was so nervous.
He sprayed the medicine all over her small ankle.
He saw Quinn winced a little, "Don't worry ma'am spraying won't hurt" he said trying to calm her.
Quinn giggled, "No one ever calls me ma'am before" she said.
"Well, let me be the first one. Ma'am" he said. Quinn let out a laugh.
"Hey what were you doing here anyways?" she asked.
"Um, cleaning the boy's shower" replied Sam nervously.
"Oh! Is it a hobby?" she teased.
Sam let out a laugh, he was enjoying her company very much. "More of a punishment".
They both laughed.
"Alright ma'am. The medicine has settled, now I am going to do a circular message if you don't mind" said Sam.
Quinn was in awe. This boy definitely knew his stuff. And he was really handsome. How come she hadn't saw how handsome he was in school before. Every time he moves those large red lips, Quinn had the urge to just kiss him there and then. The situation was perfect, they were alone in a room that smelled like feet, she was the damsel in distressed and he was her savior.
Sam started to softly messaging Quinn's ankle, he could see her wince a little. Her skin was so soft and she had the most prettiest feet he'd ever saw.
Quinn starred at the boy, he was messaging her ankle, and it felt really good, "So are you a part time massager? You're really good at this!" she complimented.
Sam let out another laugh, "No ma'am. How did you get hurt?" he asked.
"The Cheerios were helping the decor club for the Halloween dance, I fell while decorating the windows" she explained.
"So you're like an angel falling from the sky?" he joked.
Quinn let out another laugh, "You're really funny" she complimented and shot him a smile.
Sam could feel his heartbeat stop when she gave him that smile, words could not describe how beautiful she looked smiling. For a moment everything stopped and Quinn was staring into those big blue eyes. He had a goofy smile on his face, which only made him looked cuter. They were slowly closing in on each other, she could feel his breath on her.
"Quinn are you alright?" a voice interrupted them.
They both snapped.
Quinn retracted her foot from Sam's hands and placed it in her shoe. She was blushing madly and didn't want to let the boy see her like this.
"Hey I owe you one" she thanked him.
"Not a problem! I guess you should be returning to your Cheerios" he said.
Quinn shot him another smile, he was a head taller than she was and she could tell he was blushing too. She tip toed up to him and gave a peck to his cheek.
"See you at the dance" she whispered to him.
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What just happened? Sam thought.
For a brief moment there, he was sure Quinn and himself were almost an inch away before someone interrupted them. Dammit why does everyone interrupts him.
And before you know it, Quinn Fabray kissed him on his cheek.
Sam touched the spot. It was still warm.
He is never going to wash his face.
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