DISCLAIMER: Look on first chapter. Some content has been paraphrased from "Funeral" episode of GLEE. That belongs to the writers of GLEE.
May 3, 2011 (Tuesday)
Lynn's Home
Lima, Ohio
8:56PM
It had taken a half hour but Lynn's tears finally subsided just before nine o'clock. He didn't let go of her until he felt her shift in his embrace. She pulled away from him and shot him an exhausted smile before she wiped her face off with the top of her sweater.
"I must be a mess," she said—her voice rough from crying and Jeff shook his head.
She was teary and her eyeliner was running, but she looked beautiful. Not many women could have an emotional breakdown and continue to look like they belonged on the cover of a magazine. Jeff stood up from his spot on the floor and reached out a hand to help her up. She took it with a grateful look at him.
"I'm going to go and get cleaned up," she told him, "Why don't you make yourself at home?" He admired the fact that she was trying to be a good hostess when he could tell that she was drained, but it wasn't necessary.
"How about I finish up this coffee and you go wash your face?" Jeff offered with a soft touch to her shoulder. She smiled at him weakly.
"You don't have to do that," she replied and Jeff shrugged.
"Honestly," he told her with a teasing smile, "I think we're past the awkward stage of this friendship now."
That got a soft laugh from her.
"Tears do bring people together," she commented and Jeff grinned at her.
She shook her head at him and took a deep breath. "Alright," she finally agreed, "The coffee grains are in the cabinet next to the microwave and there are filters on the top shelf. Sugar is in a white pot in the pantry on the third shelf to the right." Jeff nodded and Lynn squeezed his hand before he pulled away.
She walked from the kitchen and down the hallway while Jeff moved to follow her given directions. Once he'd gathered everything—he started up the coffee pot and he finally realized that Sam had expected him home almost an hour ago.
Jeff cursed in his head as dug his phone from his pocket. The last thing he needed was for Sam to worry about him disappearing as well.
His son had been acting strange since this weekend anyway. When he'd picked Sam up from Breadstix after prom—he had the most confused look on his face that Jeff had ever seen, but Sam refused to talk about it; saying that he needed to figure this one out on his own.
He'd been fine, but Jeff had left to go grocery shopping on Sunday morning and when he got back—Sam had been in a bad mood. He barely spoke and Jeff couldn't understand the sudden change in attitude. Stevie and Stacey had been just as baffled. They had no idea what had happened.
He called Sam and he heard it ring twice, then three times, and then four times before it went to voicemail. He found it slightly strange because Sam usually answered his phone, but he ignored it in favor of leaving a message—telling him that he didn't know what time he'd make it back to the motel tonight, but he would call later on.
He hung up the phone and put his worry to the back of his mind, before he poured two cups of coffee and turned around. He almost jumped when he saw Lynn standing in the doorway to the kitchen, but he calmed himself. She looked amused at his surprise.
"Here you go," he said as he walked over and handed the cup to her. She took it from his hands with quiet thanks before leading him into her living room. She curled up on a cozy looking brown suede and dark brown leather couch—a knitted throw over her lap. Jeff sat down beside her.
They sipped their coffee in silence before Lynn broke it. "I'm guessing that you want to know all the sordid details?" she asked and Jeff met her eyes.
Of course he did. He was human, but glimpsing into her tired eyes—he could see how much it hurt her to think about everything and he didn't want to cause her any more pain by asking her to tell him about it. Lynn gave a short laugh.
"The look on your face says it all, Jeff," she told him and he couldn't help but blush. She looked down into her mug for a moment before saying, "It's about time I talked about it anyway."
She leaned over and placed the cup on the stand next to the arm of the couch, before she tugged the blanket higher and fiddled with the frayed edges.
"Davis was an incredible man," she said, "I fell in love quickly. He didn't have money, but he had charisma. And his sister, Delia, became one of my best friends. We were good together. He made me happy and I made him happy—or I thought I did. We'd been married for a good thirteen years—almost fourteen when I found out that he'd been cheating on me for almost two years."
"He told me that she had been his first love in high school—she was an heiress to a fortune, and they had broken up because her parents didn't like them together," Lynn let out a bitter laugh—the sound tore at Jeffrey, "She inherited all of their money when they were killed in a boating accident in the Caribbean and he'd gone to their funeral to support her because they were still friends. He said that she'd needed comfort and he gave it to her. That one time—turned into more than once and more than once turned into every weekend when he would go away on business trips."
Lynn's fingers twisted together as she talked, "After I found out—I decided to stay with him because of the kids. I didn't want to hurt them like that. I begged him to stay for their sake and he did. I became paranoid." The confession looked like it cost Lynn a lot of her pride. It couldn't have been easy to say.
"I would ask him where he was going every time he would leave on his trips and I would want him to come home at a certain time. I didn't know that he was talking to the kids behind my back—telling them that I had cheated on him and that I was acting so crazy because I didn't want to be a part of the family anymore," her voice was trembling as she continued, "Johnny was only thirteen at the time and he hung on his father's words. And Karly had always been a daddy's girl. So they believed him. They started getting angry all the time and they wouldn't give me hugs or kisses anymore."
The look of remorse and sorrow on Lynn's features made him want to pull her into his arms again and take all that pain away, but he knew that she needed to do this.
"It was almost seven months later that I finally found out what he'd been doing during one of our fights. He had completely convinced them that I was the cheater—that I was the reason he wasn't happy anymore," she said, "I filed for divorce—hoping to get them away from him. You can't imagine how I felt when my kids said that they didn't want to be with me anymore during the custody hearing."
Lynn looked up at Jeffrey and said, "I had tried so hard to protect my kid's vision of their father that I ignored my own needs and desires and I had completely forgotten my faith. I let fear of losing everything turn me into a meek individual. I didn't fight him on anything when we were in front of the children—and I let him talk down to me in private, hoping that he would stay. And Davis was able to tear me apart from the inside. By the time the divorce went through, I had no self-confidence and no money. So I did what I thought was best and I let them go live with him in California."
"When Delia found out about everything that had actually gone on—she took me in and told me that she loved me and that I would always be a part of their family," she confessed. Lynn leaned over and grabbed his free hand. The earnestness of her expression made his heart pound.
"Jeff, I don't want you to make the same mistake that I did," she told him, "When you get the chance to tell them the truth—please do. Elizabeth doesn't deserve to have her image protected. She made a choice to leave and she has to live with the consequences. Don't let that stop you from being honest with your children, because you'll lose them faster by not saying anything."
Jeff and Lynn stared at each other for a long moment. The truth in her words was enough to break Jeff's heart. He knew that telling the kids something like this had the power to destroy all the memories of their childhood. He didn't want to tarnish that. This was one hell of a delicate situation and Jeff prayed that he could handle the fallout when it occurred.
Jeff placed his coffee cup on the coffee table in front of him and he pulled Lynn into his side. She was tense for a few moments, before she relaxed into the sideways embrace—her head falling onto his chest.
"Enough of this for one night," he said to her, his voice soft. "Let's watch some television and forget about the douchebaggery in the world."
Lynn laughed into his chest and he glanced down at her. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
"We sure picked our spouses well, huh?" she asked and Jeff gave her a sarcastic quirk of the lips.
"Yep," he replied, "Pick of the litter." Looking into her hazel eyes, Jeff leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes closed briefly before she smiled.
"The Nanny?" she suggested and Jeff grinned.
"Definitely," he agreed as she leaned forward to grab the remote off the coffee table—Jeff put his feet on the light oak table and Lynn smacked his leg.
"You putting your dirty shoes on my coffee table?" she asked teasingly.
"Yeah," he said as he leaned back into the sofa and crossed his arms behind his head. "You got a problem with that?"
She gave him a look. "Shoes off, Jeffrey," she said sternly. He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Nope," he replied and Lynn stared at him.
"Move 'em or lose 'em," she warned and Jeff stuck his tongue out at her.
They playfully glared at each other, before Lynn made a grab for his shoe. "Hey!" he cried as she wrestled one off his foot. He yelped when she started tickling his sock covered toes.
Laughing, Jeff tried to pull her back onto the couch and she squealed as she reached for his other foot. Jeff rolled his leg away from her and wrapped his arms around Lynn's waist.
He started tickling her and she let out a loud laugh. "Jeff! Stop that!" she said through giggles. Jeff fought to hold onto her—she was squirming around like crazy. At least he knew that she was extremely ticklish.
He continued his assault—especially when she managed to grab hold of his left leg and was trying to reach his shoe. Jeff pulled her closer and she wiggled around trying to get free.
"You will not have my shoe, woman!" he said and Lynn laughed as she elbowed him in the stomach. Jeff huffed out a breath.
"Those shoes don't belong on my coffee table," she replied as she launched herself at his left foot. Jeff squeaked in surprise at her sudden attack and he groaned when she wrestled the shoe off his foot.
Lynn waved both of his shoes in the air, victoriously. "I win," she told him smugly as she lifted herself off of the carpeted floor.
Jeff gave her the stink eye and she laughed at him. "You haven't won yet, Lynn," he told her and she gave him a sarcastic look.
"You couldn't beat me if you tried old man." She replied and Jeff gaped at her. He was only two years older than her!
"Oh, you're gonna get it for that one!" he responded jokingly.
"Bring it, grandpa." Lynn teased. Jeff leapt off the couch and Lynn let out a squeal before she high-tailed it across the room. Jeff chased her all over the house before they made it back to the living room. Lynn was on one side of the couch and Jeff was on the other.
"Need some Tylenol for the joints, Jeff?" she joked as he huffed and puffed across from her. He still had his muscle tone, but man, he was out of shape.
"I give," he said as he fell over the side of couch. Lynn laughed when he sprawled out on his stomach. She plopped down next to him and Jeff felt a smack on his ass.
"Why you touching me, if I'm so old?" he joked as he looked over his shoulder at her. Lynn looked back at him innocently.
"I didn't touch you," she replied, "Your ass walked itself into my hand."
Jeff burst out laughing and had to bury his face into the couch cushions to stop himself from howling with laughter. He could hear Lynn giggling behind him. It took them almost five minutes to calm themselves down.
Jeff rolled over so his back was to the couch cushions and he motioned for Lynn to join him. She fell into his embrace easily and he wrapped his arms around her as she turned on the television.
They didn't say anything she turned on The Nanny. Jeff had to laugh when he saw that she had the show recorded on her DVR, though. She smacked his arm and Jeff just kissed the back of her head.
There was nothing wrong with cuddling between friends. It just looked bad because Lynn was a gorgeous woman who Jeffrey could mentally admit that he was incredibly attracted to.
Lynn snuggled into his chest and Jeff prayed that she didn't feel his heart pounding. He heard her tell him thank you and Jeff couldn't help but smile. And as they laughed over the jokes on the show—Jeff felt happy and lighter somehow.
It was nice to know that someone understood.
May 4, 2011 (Wednesday)
McKinley High School
Lima, Ohio
3:41PM
"Lazy?" Mercedes fumed. She was so pissed right now. The auditions for lead performer at Nationals were rigged. Jesse had been planning to choose Rachel the whole time. It pissed her off that the little snake had the smuggest smile on his face when she'd threatened to clean his clock.
She'd show him lazy.
How dare that curly-haired Q ball call her lazy? That song took a hell of a lot of emotion and talent to sing and he just threw it back in her face like it meant nothing. She couldn't believe this. She hated this whole damn week.
It had been over a day and Mercedes hadn't heard anything from Sam after their fight. She felt bad that she'd gone off on him last night, but she refused to be walked all over again. It had taken her years to get her confidence back and she wasn't going to lose it for anybody—even Sam.
Infuriated, Mercedes watched Rachel's performance with Kurt and Santana. And yes, she was good—really good—but she didn't have choreography either. The only thing she did was get on stage and cry. If that was what Jesse was looking for then she could've easily given him the same.
She had cried enough tears lately to create a new lake. Damn crazy white boy.
Even when she was mad as hell—she still worried about him. After he'd broken her heart and ignored her and basically treated her like a non-entity; she still wanted to know if he was alright.
Mercedes wasn't in the habit of lying to herself and she knew that she pictured those hurt green eyes in her head every ten minutes, but damn it all if he hadn't deserved the dressing down she'd given him.
When Mr. Schue made the announcement about telling them the results on Friday, Mercedes stood up and left the auditorium without a word. She hadn't wanted to be in there anyway. It was filled with memories of a certain blond-haired dork that told her cheesy jokes every day and bemoaned the epic failure that was the X-men movie series.
As she drove home Mercedes realized that she missed Sam.
She missed his random spouting of Na'vi and how he'd always blush when he was the slightest bit embarrassed. And good Lord, it hadn't even been a day, and they weren't even dating, yet she was mooning over him.
It was official, she had it bad. Really bad.
And when she pulled into the driveway of her house—only to see Sam sitting on her front steps, his head bowed—she admitted that she was glad to see him. Her heart jumped as he looked up from his hands and met her eyes through the windshield of her BMW.
May 4, 2011 (Wednesday)
The Jones Estate
Lima, Ohio
4:32PM
Sam knew that he had messed up. He'd known it when Mercedes had slammed her book shut and started yelling at him. He had deserved every last word she had thrown at him.
He'd felt like the world's biggest asshole when she started crying.
He had treated her unforgivably. He had treated her like she was just there for him to lean on, and he'd been so wrapped up in his own emotions that he hadn't paid any attention to how much his distance had been hurting her. He felt like the worst friend in the world, and he knew that she thought he wasn't interested in her.
The problem: he definitely was. He didn't know where his feelings stemmed from—and that was an issue, but he could figure that out after he'd fixed this blunder. He watched as she stepped out of her truck. The look on her face was guarded and Sam wished he hadn't been the reason that it was there.
Mercedes walked over to him and she stood in front of him. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were filled with hurt and anger. He was just thankful that she didn't walk right past him.
Reaching out, Sam grabbed her soft hands in his and he placed a kiss on each of her palms. He heard her breathing hitch as soon as his lips touched her hand, but Sam didn't care. He had to explain himself.
Sam gently released her hands.
"Mercedes," he whispered as he looked up at her. She stared down at him—her eyes watering. "I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I've been acting like a complete jerk this week and I know that my attitude was unacceptable."
The shame that Sam felt was strong. He could feel the guilt churning in his stomach. He hadn't meant to lash out at her, but he trusted her so much that he had taken her for granted. Something that Mercedes didn't deserve and certainly wouldn't accept from anyone anymore.
Her tirade had been a huge wake-up call for Sam and he'd been beating himself up ever since. He'd barely slept last night and he'd gone running again. It helped him clear his thoughts enough to figure out where he needed to start.
Sam felt Mercedes' hand touch the side of his face and he leaned into her soft caress. He looked up at her—his eyes filled with tears and she asked, "Why?"
That was a loaded question if Sam had ever heard one. He closed his eyes and said, "You should sit down." He felt Mercedes study him intently for a moment, before she sat down in front of him on the steps. When he opened his eyes, his green gaze immediately met hers.
"On Sunday," Sam began, "my dad took Stevie and Stacey to the grocery store. I decided to stay at the motel because I had some homework to catch up on. And while I was doing my history homework—my phone rang."
Sam felt his heart beat speed up as he remembered the moment. Everything had been fine and then nothing but oblivion. It had come out of absolutely nowhere—with no warning, no nothing.
"It was my mom," he confessed and Mercedes' eyes widened in shock.
He saw the emotions flit rapidly through her hazel orbs and he was relieved when they settled on understanding, but he could still see the hurt there. "She hasn't tried to contact any of us since she left. And I wasn't expecting her to call me of all people. I didn't know what to do. Should I answer? Or should I ignore the call? I didn't know what to think or do so I just sat there and I let it ring. It went to voicemail."
Sam felt the anger and sadness rise up and try to choke him from within. He had never felt so many things at once before—shock, horror, rage, sadness and desperation. "I wanted to talk to her, Mercy," he admitted—unable to stop himself from crying, "I wanted to ask her why the hell she robbed us. I wanted to know why she walked out—why she would do that to her family, but I just couldn't bring myself to pick up the damn phone and ask."
"It hurt so much to watch what was probably my only shot at getting an answer—just slip down the drain," he told her, "I was so goddamned scared that I wouldn't be able to take whatever she had to say. What if she hated me? What if she never wanted me or Stacey and Stevie? And then I felt great that I ignored her call."
"But then I looked around me and wondered—what if I could have convinced her to come back home? What if I could have helped her come back and make us a family again? Then I was so damn guilty that I just threw that chance away—even though I don't know what I would actually do if I heard her voice again or if I saw her in person again," Sam was tugging at his hair—he could feel his teeth grinding together.
Mercedes placed her hands on his knees and Sam was grateful for the support. "I just can't decide if I just made the biggest mistake of my life or not—and I took my uncertainty and my fear out on the last person that I wanted to hurt."
Sam looked her dead in the eye—despite the tears clouding his vision. "What ifs have been going through my head for the past three days. I can't sleep at night. I've barely eaten since Sunday and no matter how much I run or how many sit ups I do—I still feel disgusting and worthless."
"I didn't mean to take my anger out on you," Sam pleaded—he needed her to believe him. "I never intended for any of this to happen."
Mercedes was crying softly by this point—her hands still gripping the fabric of his jeans. "Why were you so upset when Finn talked about the funeral?" she asked and Sam closed his eyes.
That was a completely different matter. Monday had been the anniversary of his grandfather's death and even though it had been nine years—it felt like yesterday. This year had been particularly rough because of everything they'd been going through, but also because this was the first year that Sam didn't have his grandfather's guitar.
It had been the last thing that his granddad had given him before he died and every year—that guitar had been a comfort to him.
That didn't happen this year, and being reminded of funerals had set him off. It was a horrible reaction and Sam felt like the worst sort of person, but he'd been so angry and so guilty that he hadn't been able to think beyond himself.
He remembered how his grandfather had smelled of peppermint and salt water taffy. He could picture that old brown-leather jacket that he wore everywhere—he said it made him a hit with the ladies. Sam's grandfather had been a charmer till his last day—everyone had loved him.
His funeral had been packed—people were standing against the walls during the memorial service and the burial had even more people.
He was the person who introduced Sam into the original Star Trek fandom. He was the one who'd come to every single one of Sam's little league baseball games and cheered him on from the stands. His grandfather had taken him to his first professional baseball game and he encouraged Sam's love of singing.
His grandfather had been his best friend and his role model and to be reminded of the fact that the last piece of him that Sam had been able to hold onto was gone—it had been too much for him.
He told Mercedes as much. By the time he finished talking about his grandfather, both of them were crying and her hands were entwined with his.
"I forgive you, Sam," she told him and Sam's shoulders slumped in relief.
He didn't deserve her friendship. And he didn't deserve her romantic regard, but he was grateful to have it. Mercedes Jones was one of those women that came around once in a lifetime—beautiful, loving, and incredible. He had been blessed when he moved to Lima, Ohio. They never would have met otherwise.
And Sam didn't know exactly what he was feeling for her, but he was closer to understanding than he had been before. Sam squeezed her hands in his.
"You mean the world to me, Cede," he confessed and he saw her eyes widen in shock. Sam watched that hope appear again and he was so relieved that she still wanted to be with him—despite his obvious insecurities and his messed up emotional state.
"And you deserve so much more than a homeless jock with dyslexia and a messed up home life," he said, "I wish I could tell you that I'm in love with you or that I was falling in love with you, but I honestly don't know how the hell that feels."
Mercedes' expression dimmed and Sam wished that it wouldn't. He was bad with words, but he had to say this. She deserved honesty.
"I thought that I was in love with Quinn," he admitted with a bitter laugh, "I even gave her a promise ring." Mercedes' brown eyes closed momentarily and he saw her take in a deep breath. He held her hands tighter and she glanced up at him. "And when she cheated on me—I was surprised by how let down I felt and how much that hurt. It took me dating Santana to realize that I didn't want her back."
Mercedes gaped at him and he bit back a small smile. "Santana and Quinn are way too crazy for me. I wonder everyday how Finn managed to fall for both Rachel and Quinn." Sam raised their linked hands and pressed a kiss to the soft skin on the back of her hand.
Mercedes blushed and her eyes lit up. They were such a pretty color—warm and loving. He could stare into those eyes forever.
"I'm not interested in Quinn or Santana at all." He told her. "I've had quite enough crazy in my life without them adding to the mix."
"When I figure out exactly what the hell is going on in my head," Sam said as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, "I promise that you'll be the first to know. You're amazing, and beautiful and hilarious and smart. I love being around you and I love that you aren't afraid to tell me how it is—though you were terrifying when you bitched me out yesterday."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and gave him a teary smile. Sam couldn't help but untangle one of their hands and touch the side of her face. Mercedes leaned into the hand cupping her cheek slightly. Sam couldn't get over how soft and smooth her skin was as he stroked his thumb back and forth across her cheek.
He felt Mercedes' free hand fall onto his thigh.
"I really am into you," he said. "I just need to find out where these feelings are going to take me—us. I'm sorry for being so confused about all of this."
Mercedes bumped her forehead against his softly and Sam smiled at her. "Blondes are known for being difficult," she replied and Sam chuckled.
"I thought they were known for having fun," he retorted.
"They are," she said impishly, "but that comes after they throw bitch fits and cry a lot."
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "You sound a bit familiar with this process," he teased, "I didn't know there were any other hot blond guys in your life."
"Why, Sam," Mercedes mocked, "I thought you were aware of my Bieber love affair."
Sam pouted at her and she laughed. She looked him in the eyes and said, "I understand how this could be confusing for you. Just let me know when you're ready to give this a try."
She softly rubbed his leg and Sam twirled her hair around his finger before he stroked the shell of her ear.
Mercedes shivered at the sensation and Sam smirked a bit as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck and all the way up the side of her face. Feeling her warm skin against his lips was a dream come true—and it took all the will power in his mind to stop himself from reacting when he felt her fingers grip his thigh.
Holy shit; if he felt like this without having kissed her—then he was in some serious trouble if he decided to give them a try. Sam stopped his teasing and went back to resting his forehead against hers.
Mercedes' eyes were full of desire and hope. Sam knew that he damn well felt something powerful for this girl, but he was still uncertain. There was way too much going on and if he gave into temptation and kissed her—he knew he might regret it.
"You're not the only one confused," Mercedes admitted and Sam looked at her in confusion. "I've never been attracted to blonds. This is like a life crisis for me," she joked and Sam grinned at her. "But I've never felt like this about anyone before. And the last thing I want to do is lose our friendship."
It was reassuring to know that he wasn't the only one freaking terrified about messing this up. Sam smiled at her and Mercedes smiled back.
"I promise that I'll let you know as soon as I figure this out." He told her and Mercedes nodded.
"Pinky swear?" she asked and Sam laughed as she removed her hand from his thigh and held it out to him. He reluctantly removed his fingers from her face and wrapped his pinky around hers.
"Pinky swear."
The bright smile that appeared on Mercedes' face made Sam's whole day. And when she wrapped her arms around him in a hug—he couldn't help but blush and smile and return the embrace.
They sat there for a moment—just holding each other, before Mercedes tensed in his arms.
She pulled back and looked him in the eye—her expression confused.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work, right now?" she asked and Sam gave her a sheepish smile.
"I kind of ditched," he replied and Mercedes gaped at him.
"Sam!"
"What?" he responded as Mercedes jerked away from him and pulled him to his feet. "You were more important." He told her as she began dragging him towards his truck by the hand. She gave him a look of exasperated amusement.
"Don't you be all sweet and stuff right now, Sam Evans," she stated firmly as she released his hand and herded him towards the door of his truck. "You have a job to be getting to. I don't want you to lose your job over me."
"But I was losing you," Sam sang to her and Mercedes smacked him on the arm.
"Get your butt in the truck and go to work, Blondie." She ordered.
"And if I don't?" he asked—smirking at her.
"Boy, don't test me," she replied as she tried pushing him even closer to the truck. Sam planted his feet and resisted. She laughed as she continued trying to shove him to the truck, but Sam didn't budge an inch.
"Damn all those muscles for actually working." She said as she planted her own feet and tried to move him forward. Mercedes was strong, but Sam was definitely stronger than her. He didn't work out all the time for no reason.
"You know you think it's sexy," he teased and Mercedes snorted.
"I was pretty sure they were just for show for awhile there," she responded and Sam pouted at her, before he twisted himself around and wrapped his arms around a surprised Mercedes.
"Sam!" she groaned mockingly as she finally gave up. She wrinkled her nose at him and he grinned down at the put out expression her face. "Will you go to work before you get fired?" she questioned and Sam shrugged at her.
"Why's it so important?" he asked, "It's only one day."
"Because you need the money!" she told him, "And if you get fired because of me—your dad is going to hate me and your family might starve and I'll never forgive myself."
Her mini rant amused him and warmed his heart. He was happy that she cared so much about him and his family. He placed a kiss on her cheek and then finally released her. She smiled as he climbed into the truck and started the engine.
"See you tomorrow?" he asked—his head hanging out of the window. Mercedes grinned.
"Of course," she replied and Sam gave her an exaggerated wink before he drove away. In his rearview mirror he saw Mercedes do a small happy dance and he had to laugh. That girl was awesome.
REVIEW! I'd love to hear your thoughts! Until next time! :D That one sung lyric was from Justin Bieber's "Baby" that Sam sung in the episode "Comeback" with a little modification. Haha.
