September 08 2012, 03:26 AM
Deep breaths. Deep. Breaths.
Nothing was working and Sam’s hands could not stop shaking. He paced up and down the room, already in his tux, taking measured breaths and trying to calm his wedding jitters. This was Mercedes. He was marrying the girl he’d been in love with since he was seventeen. After the numerous roadblocks and long distances, this was finally it. She’d be his. And for some reason that was scaring the shit out of him. What if he screwed it up? What if she was making a mistake? Part of him knew his was talking crazy, but he couldn’t kick the nervous feeling in the back of his head.
“Hey man, you ready?” Puck asked, walking into the room, all dressed up and prepared to do ‘this wedding thing’ as he kept calling it.
“I can’t go out there,” Sam said suddenly, running his long fingers through his hair.
“Wait, what? What do you mean you can’t go out there?” Puck’s eyes bulged and he waited for the blond to explain himself before he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the sanctuary himself.
“I can’t! I have to see her first,” he replied, pushing past his friend and leaving the room, looking down the hall to where she was getting ready and booking it in that direction.
“Shit. Sam!” Puck called, jogging after him. “You can’t see her before the wedding! It’s bad luck and whatever.”
Sam was ignoring him by now and banging on the door. Mercedes was on the other side, looking at herself in the mirror and going over her vows. The bridesmaids had left to give her a few moments alone. When she heard the frantic knocking, she furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the door as quickly as she could.
“What is it?” She pressed a hand against the door, waiting for a response and hoping nothing went wrong with the wedding plans.
“It’s me,” Sam responded rather quietly, pressing his own hand against the door as if he knew. Puck sighed and stepped back down the hall, picking up right away that they’d want privacy.
“Sam? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I needed to hear your voice. I was…I was really freaking out. I got scared for a minute. I need to know you were still here,” he explained, closing his eyes and curling his fingers against the wooden door.
“There’s nothing to be scared about, Sammy.” She smiled to herself, picturing his worried features and puffy lips from constant biting. “This is going to be one of the most memorable days of our life. The day when I’m no longer just Mercedes, but I’m your Mercedes. Forever. And you’re mine. We’re finally at that point where there’s no BS or stupid reasoning not to be together. You don’t have to worry about being good enough for me anymore because today you’ll know for sure when I say I do. And I’ll mean it with all my heart. I won’t have to worry about feeling insecure or losing you because I’ll know when you say those words back. So calm down. This is our day,” she told him, her eyes watering slightly at the realization that she was marrying the boy she’d been crazy about since high school.
Sam sucked in a breath and blinked repeatedly, staring at the door as if he could see her through it.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sammy. Now go take your place.”
September 05 2012, 08:17 PM
“So… you don’t have any experience…” Mercedes said, looking at the resume in her hands. The tall blonde sat in the chair across from her in the kitchen, tapping his foot and chewing at his lip, clearly nervous.
“Well…sort of,” he responded. She wasn’t really sure how he scored this interview with her, considering she’d seen professional nannies for this job who’d been taking care of celebrity kids for years. He was…well, she wasn’t sure what he was.
September 05 2012, 03:42 AM
Not really sure what lesson was learned here, but yay practice!
Mercedes froze when the lights in the unfamiliar kitchen flickered to life, her eyes wide at the sight of a blond guy in an X-Men t-shirt in the doorway. He visibly relaxed a little, probably assuming the house was being broken into by thugs.
“Um…hi!” she greeted, laughing nervously. His expression remained the same: hard.
“What are you doing in my house?”
August 26 2012, 11:20 PM
It took everything Sam had in him to control himself. Naked grandmas playing soccer, animals fighting, zombies, his parents making out…they all worked momentarily until Mercedes would lean to the side to help her friend with something. He thought she was cute and she usually wore dresses, but today she was in the most sinful pair of jeans he’d ever seen. They were purple and hugged her ass like a second skin, making him bite his lip and stare at it while imagining himself being pressed against her closer than humanly possible. He wanted to be inside of her and her shifting in her seat didn’t help keep the dirty thoughts at bay; they amplified them.
He gulped and clicked his pen repeatedly, glancing at their teacher, who was typing away on her laptop. His eyes drifted back to her ass in a matter of seconds. She was leaning forward now, her lace panties peaking over the hem of the jeans, whispering his name, begging to be ripped off.
“Sam?” His eyes bulged when he realized she’d turned to speak to him and he cleared his throat.
“Uh, yeah, what’s up?” he replied quickly. She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.
“My pen just dried up, I was wondering if you had an extra one? Santana doesn’t,” she told him, smiling.
“Yeah, sure.” He dug around in his back pack and pulled an extra pen out, handing it to her.
“Thanks!” she said, turning back around in his chair. Shamelessly, his gaze dropped right back to the jeans. It’d be nearly impossible to fit anything else in them, but he was willing to test that theory. He jumped when a crumpled piece of paper hit him in the face and furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at it before opening it up.
dude just take a pic with ur phone!
He looked up and saw Puck a couple seats down, smirking and pointing at Mercedes’ ass. He bit his lip and wrote something back, tossing it back down to him.
i’m seriously being that obvious?
He clicked his pen and tried to look everywhere but Mercedes while waiting for the note to come back. When it did, he opened it and sighed.
pretty sure everyone in this row and back can see how much you want in those jeans.
He hoped his friend was exaggerating. But he hadn’t been paying attention to anything else for the entire hour. It was torture. He scribbled a response and tossed it back down the table.
shit. i keep tryin to look away but her ass is so thick and amazing and scrumptious and jesus mary and joseph I want all of it.
When Puck read the message, he laughed and wrote something down himself. Sam was past the point of being modest, and if anyone would understand his woes, it was Puck. He pretended to look at his book while he waited, but when more time than usual passed, he looked up at Puck to see what happened. His friend was red in the face and staring at Mercedes. He followed the gaze and saw her opening the piece of paper they’d been passing back and forth. He looked at Puck and panicked while he apologized for his shitty aim. Mercedes read the note and didn’t say anything until the bell rang.
He slowly stood to put his things away, his hands shaking as he did so. When most of their classmates left, she turned to him and handed the note back.
“I think that’s yours.”
“Listen I didn’t mean…well I did, I just…Mercedes you’re…” She watched him struggle with an amused look on her face before touching his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Sam. Look all you want.”
August 18 2012, 02:40 AM
He blacked out again. He couldn’t even remember what the guy had said. Something about his family most likely, considering that’s what usually sent him over the edge. Everyone knew he was living on the bad side of town now and the snotty kids in their city never failed to make a nasty remark about the fact that his dad couldn’t find a job. His temper didn’t help their opinion of him, but once Sam was set off, he couldn’t really control it.
August 01 2012, 04:12 PM
“Baby! I’m hungry! You know I can’t get it on my own and I haven’t eaten today!” Sam whined, gripping the remote control in his hand. He’d pause between laughing at Fresh Prince episodes to call into the kitchen to remind his wife of how hungry he was. His foot, in a cast for another week, was propped on the coffee table.
“Oh and when you come in here, can you give me a back rub? It just feels weird because I’ve been sitting on this couch all day. You know I’m not used to sitting sill for so long!” He added, yelling over the crying that came from their triplets’ crib across the room. “Baby! They’re crying!”
“I know, Sam. I know,” Mercedes replied finally, through gritted teeth as she made her way over to the crib. She somehow managed to pick them all up, bouncing them and singing a quick song to put them at ease. It worked and she set them back down, disappearing briefly and coming back with three bottles of breast milk.
“Baby is the food ready?” Sam asked. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes before responding.
“Not yet, Sam. I had to take care of the kids.”
“Could you bring me another pillow too?” he added when she went back into the kitchen. She quickly finished up making his breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs (over-easy) and brought the plate to him on the couch, reminding herself that he was only being this annoying because he was in pain.
“Um…” he started when he looked at his plate. Her eye twitched, but she plastered on a smile.
“I just…I thought I asked for blueberry pancakes,” he said, biting his lip and giving her that smile that ordinarily would get her to do anything he wanted, but she’d reached her limit.
“You didn’t,” she retorted, putting a hand on her hip.
“Maybe you just didn’t hear me?” he supplied, his voice going up.
“You know what Sam?” she said, glaring and storming back into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, dumped pancake mix into it followed by blueberries and ran it under the faucet. She walked back to the couch where he sat and dropped the bowl of unmixed batter onto his lap, some of it sloshing onto his legs.
“Bon appetite,” she snapped, turning on her heel and stomping up to their bedroom to take a nap for the sake of her sanity.
Sam sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the mess in his lap. He looked over at the triplets, who all still had bottles in their mouths and were staring right back at him. He pursed his lips and looked back at the television.
“She forgot my backrub…” he muttered.
August 01 2012, 03:42 AM
“It’s so nice to have you back over for dinner, Sam! I feel like you hardly ever come over anymore!” Mrs. Jones said after grace. Everyone was smiling and digging in aside from Mr. Jones, Mercedes and Sam, whose lips were sucked in as he stared at his food avoiding eye contact. Mercedes was eating in small bites and staring at her napkin while her father just sat with his hands on either side of his plate. He would occasionally look up at Mercedes, wince and look away.
August 01 2012, 02:58 AM
“So that was awkward,” Sam began pulling his notepad out of his bag and setting it on Mercedes’s bed. She chuckled and nodded her head in agreement, opening her new Sex Health book and setting it between them.
“Yeah, and honestly I think Sue Sylvester is the last person to teach sex ed,” she said. After being pressured for years by the school board, their high school finally caved and enforced a comprehensive sexual education class.
“I guess that’s the only person they could get to do it last minute,” he reasoned, opening his own book. They always did their Friday homework together, since they were in middle school and tonight was no different.
“So have you ever thought about it? Sex, I mean,” she said after a few moments.
“Only like every night,” he replied, laughing. “I mean, you know, I’m hormonal and stuff,” he added when he saw her facial expression.
“Yeah…I think about it too. But in the romantic sense. Maybe it’s because I’m such a girl.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes, turning to the assigned pages in their book.
“No, it’s not just a girl thing, I mean, I think about the romantic stuff too. Like, who it’ll be, how she’ll look at me, whether or not we’ll be in love when it happens…I think about all of that,” he told her. She smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, me too. Well how he’ll look at me. How he’ll touch me, how it’ll feel…I’ve always been curious about how it feels to just have someone else’s body pressed against yours, you know? To have them kiss you all over and to be wrapped around each other…”
“And feeling the warmth of their soft lips against you,” he said.
“Labored breathing while we’re moving together, the headboard knocking…” she went on.
“She might pull my hair a little and whisper things in my ear.”
“Things like how good it is and how bad they’ve wanted it.” She stopped speaking and so did he. At some point they’d gotten closer to each other and their lips were inches apart, their breathing heavy. The silence made them both realize the proximity and they jumped away from each other, clearing their throats and avoiding eye contact.
“I have to…excuse me,” he stammered, rushing off of the bed and hobbling over to her bathroom to get rid of the awkward situation under his jeans.
July 28 2012, 03:43 AM
Sam Evans was a name known all over the east coast, especially in New York. All one had to do was say his name and passersby would jump, tense, or speed up. He was a kingpin; the legend who took his father’s throne and made his once ‘heard of’ crime family into a machine – a force to be reckoned with.
So when Mercedes walked into her apartment to find it filled to the brim with red roses, she took a moment to think about what she was getting into.
July 25 2012, 11:47 PM
Mercedes smiled feebly when she felt Sam get into bed and snuggle flush against her. His arm wrapped around her middle and he kissed her shoulder, lingering there, taking in her scent and closing his eyes.
“I love you,” he mumbled. Her smile grew and she turned her head slightly to look at him.
“I love you too,” she replied. He kissed her shoulder again and ghosted his fingers over her stomach. His lips trailed up to the shell of her ear and he placed a kiss there as well before speaking again under a whisper.
“Do you…do you wanna try again tonight?” he asked. He heard her sigh.
“I’m beginning to think it doesn’t matter, Sam. We’ve been trying for so long now and honestly I’m just tired of empty hopes and negative pregnancy tests,” she confessed, touching his hand that rested on her middle and twining her fingers with his.