𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 • Sam Evans

𝟑𝒙𝟏𝟎: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

"Okay, Roxy, you've been stealing glances with Sam for ten minutes" Tina whispered to me. We were waiting for Mr Schue to arrive to the choir room so we'd start the rehearsal and things were boring and I caught Sam looking at me and with all the sunflower stuff... Let's say we looked at each other for some time, yeah.

"No" I lied. "I'm looking at the bass player from the band and wondering why none of them ever speaks".

"Yeah, that's weird" my friend mumbled. Nice thing we changed subjects, yeah.

"Finn! Give me a drumroll!" Mr Schue exclaimed as he entered the room nearly running. Finn hit the drums as our teacher wrote something on the board. Oh my Gosh, did it say 'marry me?'? "Yes, I'm proposing to Miss Pillsbury". An instant cheer flooded the choir room. "This is the kind of news you share with uour family, and you guys are my family".

"Oh my God, congratulations Mr Schue!" I exclaimed excited.

"We're so happy for you" Finn said.

"We totally don't think you'll screw it up this time" Quinn giggled.

"Here's the thing: it's got to be perfect" our teacher continued. "I'm sitting down with Emma's parents to ask for permission, and then this proposal needs to knock her well-washed socks off. And that's where you guys come in, okay?"

"Advice number one. Don't ask her parents. That sounds so medieval and the one who has to say yes is Miss Pillsbury and not her parents" I stated with my hand in the air.

"I kind of find it romantic" Quinn uttered.

"The assignment for this week is to come up with a proposal number" Mr Schue continued, ignoring us. "And you know Ms Pillsbury. It's got to be perfect". 

"Well, you can count on us, Mr Schue" Artie grinned.

"I've already got tons of ideas!" I exclaimed excited.

We spent the rest of the class debating on how to make the proposal the most amazing one ever. Time flew so fast the class felt to only last five minutes. 

"Hey. Pretty romantic, huh?" I heard Sam from behind me. I looked around kinda scared trying to see if there was someone around who could save me from the conversation. No one. Why did I always have to be so slow picking my things up? I continued walking to my locker and he followed me. Okay, I guessed I had to talk. "Think you're going to get married someday?"

"When I find the right person and I feel prepared, yeah" I answered trying not to be rude. It didn't have to be akward, right? We were friends and nothing was happening.

"You have any idea who the person is going to be? 'Cause I know this awesome dude who's great at impressions and totally into you".

There it was. I knew it. Why couldn't he accept the fact that it was over just like I did?.

"Sam, please, stop" I asked him. "You know what the situation is".

"Yeah, we belong together but you don't want to accept it" he said as if it was obvious.

"I'm with Quinn now" I reminded him.

"Never let the fear of striking out keep you out from playing the game"

"Did you just quote 'A Cinderella Story'?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Is it because her grades are better than mine?"

"What? Are you insane? No" I asked in shock. This boy was unbelievable. 

"It has to be something about the personality because we look really alike, physically speaking" he muttered. Well, he wasn't lying on that, it was clear I had a type. I sighed, put my books in my locker and turned to him, trying to look as serious as I could.