Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 29

I am sitting at one of the barstools in Sami's kitchen, he is beside me. We are suppose to be working on our geometry homework, but i think the only thing that he has accomplished is writing his name in the top left hand corner.

We have literally been sitting here for half an hour, and the whole time he has been scribbling something on the bottom of his paper, i dont know what it is though because he basically has his body hunched over and his head bent low enough so i cant see what hes doing. I dont know if he is doing it on purpose, but ive noticed that he does it whenever we are working on schoolwork.

The tip of his tongue is sticking out of his mouth, because thats apparently how he concentrates, and i just think that its really adorable.

Anyway, he has his headphones in too. I dont know what he is listening to but it sounds like something that Ryan sometimes listens to.

He has been humming this entire time, to the tune of his music, and it is so annoying. I am literally considering wrapping the cord to his headphones around his neck and stangling him right here, right now. But his mom and dad are in the next room over so i wont do that.

I literally sit there and just watch him, hoping he'll notice and stop humming, but he doesnt notice because he is so oblivious.

I try concentrating on my homework but its no use. Im about to rip the headphones out of his ears, but before i can his mom walks into the kitchen.

"Hey Mrs. Tucker," i greet her as if i wasnt just about to strangle her son with his own headphones.

"Hi Lexi," she says and goes over to the counter across from me to start making dinner.

"'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be, Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'll see me waiting on the corner of the street. So im not moving, im not moving," i then hear Sam start singing. I think its the song, The Man Who Cant Be Moved by The Script, i only know this because Sam made me listen to it a few times.

Hes actually not that bad of a singer, hes really good, like, Adam Levine good. If he doesnt make it to be a pro ball player, he could most definately put singing down as his second option.

His mom sees me smiling at him as he sings the next verse and she says, "Im pretty sure he doesnt even realize he is singing out loud. He does it all the time though, sings while he does his homework, i mean. He is such a cutie pie, its too adorable, to be honest."

"He is a really good singer."

"I know he is, and ive even told him that, but he wont listen to me."

"If he doesnt make it in the pro leagues, he should most definately take up singing," i tell her with a light laugh at her goofy son, and my goofy boyfriend.

"People talk about the guy thats waiting on a girl, oh ohh. There are no holes in his shoes but a big one in his world, hmmm. And maybe ill get famous as the man who cant be moved. Maybe you wont mean to but youll see me on the news. And you'll come running to the corner, 'cause you'll know its just for you. Im the man who cant be moved. Im the man who cant be moved," he sings some more, comletely oblivious to everything and everyone around him. He must have forgotten i was here too, unless he just doesnt mind singing in front of me.

"So how are you and Sami? Hes not really good at communicating with me," Mrs. Tucker finally asks, a little while later. She is spreading dough out on the counter and rolling it flat with a rolling pin.

"We're doing good, great, actually," i tell her truthfully.

"Well thats good to hear. Im glad that you two found eachother. He seems a lot happier with you than he did in any of his past relationships, thats for sure."