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Sam thought he was going insane and there wasn’t anyone else on the boat to convince him what he saw was real. He’d take it out every once in a while even though it belonged to his dad to fish and get his mind off things. Then he’d head back into the city and keep living. This time though, as he sat at the edge listening to the radio with his fishing pole in his lap, he saw a tail flip out of the water. It glistened, and it was huge; nothing like the little things he usually caught out here. He wasn’t even that far out into the ocean.
He saw it again and really thought he was losing his mind, because he saw an arm. A tail…and an arm. A human arm. He stood up and set the fishing pole to the side to lean over the rail to see well.
After a few more seconds, whatever it was jumped out the water and dove back in. He stumbled back and grabbed his chest, breathing heavily. He’d swear on everything he was just looking at a Mermaid. When she swam up to the boat, he looked for something to protect himself with, but as he fumbled around, she was already leaning on the side of the boat, staring at him.
“Hello,” she said, smiling warmly. It was enough to calm him. His eyes drifted over her chocolate skin, full figure, and curly hair as he thanked God she didn’t fit J.K. Rowling’s description of the creatures.
“English?” she asked. He nodded. “Mine is not…that good…but I am erm…lost. The storm…”
Prompt: Can you do a sequel to the Samcedes prompt where they work together but they hate each other!!!
Was he mad that he didn’t get the promotion? No.
Was he mad that she got the promotion? Extremely.
Sam opened his eyes and looked around. When he realized he was not looking at a motel room, but a bedroom he’d never seen before, he snapped up, rubbed his eyes and tried to figure out what was going on. He looked down and saw Mercedes sleeping in her prom dress and it all came back to him.
“Oh my God, stop!” Mercedes said, heading up her walkway and clutching her stomach from laughing.
“Come on, I have more!” he said, grinning.
“I don’t think I can handle anything else after your Taylor Lautner,” she said, finally calming down once she’d reached the front door. “I’m not even sleepy.” She looked at him and he smiled.
“Me neither. I guess we’re still on a high from the incredible dance moves we had on display earlier,” he replied.
“Ah yes, the walk man will keep me pumped for hours,” she said, making him laugh. It faded and he looked at her, biting his lip. “Now I kind of want to watch Twilight.”
“Me too,” he responded. She raised an eyebrow.
“For laughs!” he added.
“I have it upstairs if you don’t wanna go home yet,” she said quietly, unsure whether or not she was overstepping. She never really talked to Sam before prom, but after tonight, she felt like she’d known him forever.
“I don’t, really. Why not?” He grinned and she returned it, opening the front door and sneaking him upstairs.
“She gets a lot of attention for someone with no ass. Like, at all,” Sam said once they’d settled on her bed in front of the movie. She laughed and covered her mouth so she wouldn’t wake her parents.
“I guess you’re an ass man at heart,” she said through giggles.
“Definitely,” he replied, loosening his bolo tie. “It’s why I tried to cop a feel during Jar of Hearts.” She laughed more and waited for him to say he was kidding. He didn’t. He just smirked and turned his attention back to the movie.
He remembered them deciding to watch the second movie too and falling asleep, which would explain the DVD menu still up on the television. He yawned and looked at her for a few moments before deciding to be ballsy and kiss her on the lips. She opened her eyes and he jumped back, turning pink. Damn, she was a light sleeper.
“Did you just…” she said after yawning.
“I did nothing,” he said, still blushing. She sat up and scooped her hair into a ponytail, or what resembled one.
“This is awkward,” she said after a few moments. “I suppose you’re not gonna try again, either.” He raised his eyebrows.
“You want me to?” She told him yes with her eyes and they both confirmed what they felt last night was a bit more than platonic. This is new and different, but it could be right.
Teen Jesus: I want to get into Quinn's pants.
Sam: Have you considered becoming a lesbian?
Teen Jesus: *le blank stare*
Sam: She used to make me wear an animal sweater and a skirt, you could try that.
“Should I leave?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow. The sexual tension in the room was suffocating and she dumbly made the decision to watch Avatar seated between Sam and Mercedes. They kept stealing glances at each other, and as soon as her twin stretched his arms with a fake yawn to reach her, Quinn knew this was no longer a ‘friends hanging out’ deal.
“What? Why?” Mercedes asked.
“Yeah, you should leave,” Sam said at the same time. Mercedes looked at him and he shrugged, not feeling bad in the slightest for being honest. Quinn rolled her eyes.
“You know, maybe you two should leave. The couch is safe territory and we’re not allowed to get sex juice on it.”
“I think you broke that rule last year with Puckerman,” he said.
“You would bring that up,” she shot back.
“You started it.”
“I’m just saying you two are seconds from exploding and maybe the situation would be better suited for the bedroom,” Quinn said. The whole time, Mercedes had been hiding her face in the palm of her hand.
“Fine then,” he said, standing. He grabbed Mercedes’ hand and pulled her upstairs. Quinn smirked and turned off the movie, going to put in Heathers instead.
“That was rude, we were supposed to all watch…” Sam pulled her in by her hips and dipped his head to kiss her neck, making her forget the rest of her sentence.
“We were supposed to do what?” he asked, nibbling. She bit her lip and didn’t answer. Something occurred to him, having a devious twin sister and he pulled away from Mercedes putting his finger up, telling her to hold on. He walked back to the door, locked it, and put his desk chair in front of it. She stood there with her hand on her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“Quinn, she might get ideas…blackmail…you know,” he said before returning to her.
Samcedes/Puckcedes Mini-Fic One: Buckshot (Warning, kinda long)
“I found him under the stairwell…”
“Did you check him?”
There was a silence.
“You mean you brought him in here without checking him?!” A female voice squeaked
“Of course I checked him, I’m not stupid,” The original female voice scoffed. Her tone was soft, but dripped with sass.
Sam felt a pair soft, warm hands brushing his hair from his face and gently tilting his head from left to right.
The girl let out a sigh, “His skin isn’t paling. And I don’t see any hints of yellow anywhere-“
“Maybe he was bitten somewhere else?” A new voice, belonging to a male, suggested.
“Babe, if he were bitten anywhere, his skin would be yellowing by now.”
Sam began to stir, and tried sitting up, but found that he was strapped down to a stretcher. He groaned at the throbbing pain in his head. It reminded him of the time he was hit by that minivan while he was on his 10-speed bike. Yeah, he broke a few limbs. It wasn’t the first time. But the headaches after the fact were something he never wanted to fuck with again. Yet, there he was, strapped down in some unknown place, filled with strangers, and he felt like he’d been hit with a metal bat.
The Paper Gangsters of Gregory Prep II
September 8: Back-to-School Edition (cont.)
Miss Mercedes Jones has been quite the busy little bee since she gave J. Evans the shaft. What with the Student Union (the same one Jeremy Evans was the leader of last year, no shocker there), the Griffins cheerleading squad, the volunteer circuit, AND college planning, it’s a shocker Miss Jones has time to breathe.
Quinn was secretly a romantic. Finding out her brother was in love with Mercedes thrilled her because even if her best friend had never said the words, she knew she loved Sam too. So she didn’t feel bad for pretending to fall asleep after the third movie, because she knew exactly what the Mercedes’ course of action would be. One best friend was asleep; go see what the other one is doing.
It worked, and she felt Mercedes get off the bed and heard her leave, heading down the hall for Sam’s room.
Sam was on his bed listening to his head phones and reading an old comic when she knocked on the doorframe. He didn’t hear her, so she walked over and sat down in front of him, causing him to get startled and drop the paper book in his hands. His expression softened and he pulled the headphones down around his neck, hitting pause on his iPod that lay next to him.
“Hey,” she said, crossing her legs.
“Hey…what happened to girls’ night?” he asked.
“Quinn’s a light-weight. She’s out already.” She laughed a little and shrugged before moving up next to him.
“So you came to see little old me?” he joked, grinning at her.
“Of course. I’m not sleepy yet.”
“She didn’t…tell you anything about me, did she?” he asked, suddenly remembering the mischievous glint in his sister’s eyes earlier that night.
“No…what would she tell me? I know everything,” she said. “…Oh.”
“What?”
“Well she did make fun of me about that party a few weeks ago,” she told him, blushing. “I guess we got really drunk and made-out and she won’t let me forget it.”
“Yeah, she keeps holding that over my head too! She even made me admit…stuff. Nevermind.”
“Admit what?” she asked. He’d stepped in it. Because he knew she wouldn’t let it go now, and she could always tell when he was lying. He was at an impasse.
“Just…that I may have…I don’t know, she kept repeating ‘a drunken man tells no tales, Sam!’ and she made me tell her that imightbeintoyoubutwhatever.” She stared at him, having heard him loud and clear.
“You might be into me? Thanks…” she said. His eyes widened.
“Are you…disappointed?” he asked incredulously. He could read her like a book, and it seemed like she’d been expecting something.
“No…I mean we’re a boy and a girl, I guess we get attracted to each other sometimes…”
“Okay, what if I told her I was in love with you?” he asked. She fought a smile, but he could see it anyway.
“That’d be better,” she said, biting her lip. “Cause then we’d be on the same page.”
Mercedes hurried down the stairs, tying her robe around her figure as she went. Her hair was in a messy bun, as she’d just gotten out of the shower. Her parents were away and it was just her, but the sudden banging at her door didn’t scare her as much as it should have. Probably because whoever it was knew her name.
“MERCEDES!” She cussed under her breath and muttered an ‘I’m coming! Shit…’ as she unlocked the door and opened it.
“Sam? What the hell?”
“Mercedes!” He stumbled forward and wrapped his arms around her. “I wanted to see you so bad…”
“Wow…could you be any more out of it? Where have you been?” she asked, pulling away and looking past him at the driveway to make sure he didn’t drive.
“Puck had a lovely get together,” he said, smiling and stroking the side of her face.
“Why’d you come here? I’m sure Puck would have let you sleep over…”
“Because! Mercedes, I have to tell you something!” he said, turning around and going to stand on the porch. He reached his arms out and yelled “I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.” Her eyes widened and she grabbed him, pulling him inside and shutting the door.
“Sam, you’re drunk,” she said, touching his shoulder.
“Drunk on my love for you!” She sighed and gripped the bridge of her nose.
“Come on, Shakespeare,” she said, pulling him upstairs so he could sleep it off.
When he reached her bed, he passed out almost instantly and she laid him on his side before changing and getting in next to him. She didn’t get any sleep however, because she could only think about his loud proclamation on her porch.
The next day, he stayed over and made cookies with her after thanking her for letting him pass out there. When they were in the kitchen waiting for the cookies to finish in the oven, she figured she’d bring up what happened.
“I said what?” he asked, dropping the chocolate chip he was about to eat.
“Yeah…” she said, not wanting to repeat it.
“Crap,” he muttered. She sighed and nodded. He walked around the corner to her and bit his lip. “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”
“What?” He couldn’t still be drunk.
“It’s true, I’m just upset you had to find out with me embarrassing you in front of the neighbors,” he said, laughing nervously. She smiled and felt her cheeks warm. Feeling brave, she got up on her tip-toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her properly, holding her hips and introducing her to his tongue.
“I get the message now,” she said when they parted.
