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Para:: The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

Who: Sam and Mercedes

When: First Day of School 2010

Where: WMHS Halls

What: Samcedes meet for the first time

Stepping off of the bus, Sam looked up at his new school with a sigh. The bus had been noisy and crowded, and from the looks of all of the students pouring into imposing building, that was going to change as his day went on. Immediately, he missed the He tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack and looked down at the worn paper in his hand even though he’d memorized most of its content. He headed up the stairs, narrowly missing being rammed into by a guy trying to catch a football. Sam glared a little and shook head. He already missed his smaller school back in Tennessee.

He narrowed his blueish-green eyes as he passed by lockers, looking for his own which was in a separate hall altogether he realized belatedly. He finally managed to find his numbered metal container and put his combination in just as a girl walked over to hers, catching his eye. He paused and took in her curvy form and unique style. She didn’t dress like any girls he’d known, but he liked what she was wearing. “Nice shoes,” he said, glancing down at her sneakers. They were really awesome.

Mercedes had just taken off her headphones as she headed to her locker. The first day of school was always like a zoo. She was humming softly, oblivious to nearly everything until she heard someone speak to her. She turned and was stunned slightly as she saw the very cute guy that seemed to be looking at her. That was something that never happened. “Huh, oh? My shoes? Thanks.” She smiled brightly. Mercedes was an avid sneaker lover and these particular ones were blue, red, and black and made her think of Spiderman.

“Are you new?” She asked him after a few seconds of getting her lock open, not recognizing the face, because she would’ve definitely remembered a face like that. She had lived in Lima all her life and knew mostly everyone that had gone to school in the same system.

When she turned to fully look at him, it kind of felt like time stopped. It was like one of those moments in a cheesy romance movie where the two characters are like staring at one another and all of the people are walking past them in slow motion. It was a really weird feeling to have, one he'd never experienced. He smiled at her thanks and tried to think of something funny to say, but the only thing he could think to say was “you're welcome, little lady,” like Elvis even though he rarely did impressions of Elvis. He cringed internally and fought the urge to bang his head against the locker door.

She started opening her own, granting him a moment of reprieve for which he was grateful. Then she looked at him again like she was studying his face before she asked if he was new. “Oh...uh...yeah, my family moved her from Tennessee in July. I kinda spent the summer working on getting rid of my accent so I didn't sound like some kind of hick you Yankees.” Why was he so nervous? He felt really nervous, and he knew he was nervous because he couldn't stop rambling. He had to physically force his mouth shut for a moment to get himself to stop. “I'm...I’m Sam…”

Mercedes thought her cheeks would explode she was smiling so much. His voice was so sweet, and she even let out a chuckle at the Elvis impersonation. It was pretty dead on actually. Even the way he kept talking was adorable! He was a new kid at a new school and he thought he had a weird accent, how did this cutie end up talking to her of all people? She began pulling things out of her black and purple plaid backpack, getting her locker the way she liked it. She had a purple framed magnetic mirror for checking her hair throughout the day, then she began to put up her various magnets. Music notes, Storm and Gambit from X-Men, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, and Spider-Man. She used the magnets to hold up the pictures of her friends and family.

“Hi Sam. Welcome to Lima,” she beamed. “I’m Mercedes, and yes, like the car. Also, don’t lose your accent, you don’t sound like a hick. Makes you sound unique, which is a good thing.” That was something she struggled with a little, but she was slowly realizing that there was nothing wrong with being different than people expected.

His eyes widened as she pulled the magnets out of her book bag. He hadn't wanted to bring his, unsure of what the other students would be like, but seeing hers, he felt kind of silly and very impressed. “Where’d you get those magnets? They're…” his voice hit a twang, and he cleared his throat. “They're really awesome. Are you into comic books? Because I've never met a girl that was really into them. Usually they just like Thor and Iron Man because they think they're hot and stuff.” He blushed when she called him unique and nodded.

“I got most of them online, but my big brother took me to the Wizard Con in Columbus this summer and I got these really awesome Storm ones there. She’s my favorite superhero hands down.” She had tried to hide her geekiness once she got to high school, but her best friend told her people need to learn to accept each other as they were instead of being fake, so here she was, letting her geekiness be free. She wrinkled her nose a little and hoped he wasn’t one of those guys that didn’t think girls could actually like this kind of stuff. “I do like comic books, and Thor is extremely hot. I don’t care for Iron Man like that, but I respect his skills. Even though Black Panther is richer and smarter, but most people don’t realize that.”

She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. His ears were a little red, which was weird, but in a cute way. “So what grade are you in Sam?” She was curious if she would have him in any of her classes.

“What’s Wizard Con? Is it like Comic Con? Because I've always wanted to go to that,” he admitted, feeling himself starting to relax. “I think Storm is one of the best X-Men. I really like Wolverine.” So she knew her stuff. That was kind of refreshing. She was beautiful and geeky, and Sam found himself wanting to linger in their conversation. “I never thought about Black Panther. I didn't really read those comic books, but that's true!” He shifted on his feet and leaned against the lockers. “I'm in the 10th grade. What about you, Mercedes?” he asked, trying out her name on his tongue.

“Yes it is. I’d love to go to Comic-Con one day, but that’s a lot of money to save up since it’s in California. Wizard Con is closer and they have cool booths and panels, and there are so many cosplayers.” She was very pleased to hear he liked Storm too, most guys liked Jean Grey or even Mystique. It was nice to talk to someone that knew stuff without talking down to her like she knew nothing. When he said her name she felt her face get really warm and her stomach did a weird wavy, flip-flop thing. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, it was a completely new and weird feeling and it was a bit scary. “Oh, cool, me too,” she said quietly, her voice sounding weird to her own ears. “Uhm, do you know where your classes are?” Which was a dumb thing to ask. Of course he didn’t know, he was new! She really wanted to take that sentence back, but it was too late now.

“Next time Wizard Con is going on, you should let me know. I mean, if you want. We could maybe go together?” He framed it as a question so that she could decline if she wanted to. Then he realized it sounded like a date. He hadn't meant to ask her on a date, but he also didn't mind the idea of taking her on a date. It was all kind of confusing. “No, I don't know where like...any of my classes are. They don't give you a tour when you're new.” He was actually a little worried about it.

“Okay. I don’t see why not, as long as our parents are okay with it. My brother was the one that drove last year, and it’s just under 2 hours away.” She didn’t even register his question in terms of a date, she just figured he wanted to go see all the cool comic stuff. Besides, she couldn’t date yet, per her daddy. Which was no big deal anyway, guys at this school weren’t into her like that. She shook her head as she closed her locker. This school was a mess, no kind of orientation for new students? “Well, it looks like I am going to be your McKinley High tour guide then. What’s your first class?”

Sam cleared his throat, smiling a little when she offered to be his tour guide. “Um...I have English.” He handed his schedule over to the girl so that she could see his classes. “Are the teachers here...nice? I'm supposed to meet with the guidance counselor this afternoon to go over my success plan.” He really hated that he wouldn't have teachers he knew and who knew him and his learning style.

She took the offered schedule and gave it a quick once over as they began to head down the hall. “Your schedule actually looks decent. You might want to try and get out of Mr. Jennings Geometry class though. He has a tendency to do pop quizzes a lot. Most people barely get out of his class with a C.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Our guidance counselor is really nice, a little quirky, but she’ll make sure you get the right fit with everything.”

He stepped closer to her to avoid walking into another student, feeling hyper aware when their arms brusher together. She seemed unfazed by the crowded hall, and he tried to imitate that. “Thanks for showing me around,” he said as they turned the corner. “You don't have to, though. I'm sure I could figure it all out. I don't wanna take up your time.”

“I know Ohio isn’t the south, but we have good hospitality here too,” she teased. She was used to being bumped into in the hallways by other people, but she was entirely too aware of Sam’s closeness. He smelled really good. “I don’t mind, I like helping people. I’d feel like a huge jerk if you got lost.” She stopped by the door of his English class. “Each hall is a different subject for the most part, so if you can remember which hall you should be good to go. Obviously, we’re in the English hall right now, science is to the left and math is to the right, that should get you through until lunch, and you probably go to see the counselor after that.” She handed him back his schedule. “If you see me at lunch, you should come say hi.” Not bad Mercedes, an open invitation that didn’t sound like ‘OMG sit with me at lunch you gorgeous southern fried cutie!’.

Sam was pretty sure he’d made his first friend at McKinley, and he was kind of impressed with himself, especially since it was a pretty girl. He gave her a smile as he took back his schedule and nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thanks for showing me around, Mercedes,” he said when they were stopped in front of his class. He wanted to talk to her some more, but then a bell rang. “I should probably head in there…” he said with a little shrug.

“No problem. If you need help with anything else, you know where my locker is,” she smiled. When the bell rang she waved at him and headed off to her own class. She hoped she would get to see him at lunch, or maybe he’d be in one of her classes. He seemed like a really nice guy, and it would be cool to have a friend she could geek out with about Marvel.

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