SAM
Sam sighed, for once he didn’t care about what she said. He knew why she was being snippy and snarky with him. “Of course you do,” Sam replied, “just think about how bad it could have been, because what I’m wearing and how I’m looking isn’t bad,” he said looking at Bree, taking her hands in his, “and you were the one that told me that my Sunday best was just too much, so I’m not wearing that and I’m not wearing sweats, so it’s gonna be fine.” It was kind of nice knowing that for once he wasn’t the one with the major freak out, well besides, the fact that he was meeting her grandparents which is a bit different from parents. Sam let out a breath, “okay, so talk about all the good things, and don’t forget the volunteering in the soup kitchen I bet she’d love that and don’t tell her about being an under aged stripper with a fake ID so that you could help support your family, got it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing a kiss against her lips, “relax, I got this, Sam Evans is one charmer. I got you to actually date me.” Sam smiled at her, “and everyone knows I’m a saint, they’re gonna play when the saints next time I play a football game.” Sam nodded his head, he could do that, just listen and call her whatever she wants to be called, he could do that, and if things went as planned, he was going to be told to call her grandma at the end of the night.
As they stepped inside, he could smell the food, and it smelled just like his grandma’s cooking, well not exactly but it reminded him of it, he could really work with this. “Hello,” Sam said, with a smile playing over his lips, “I’m Sam,” he held out his hand, “and I’m sorry for not coming over to meet you sooner. I’ve been a bit too busy with after school activities and volunteering. But it’s nice to finally meet you.” Sam bit down on his lip, “and I know that smell, reminds me of the summers on grandparents farm.”
Anyone could have thought that walking through the doors would have led to less nerves, her grandmother’s presence along with Sam’s usually something that could calm her. Instead she held her breath seeing the two parts of her world collide. Her family that she loved and who had put her on a better path and the boy who actually was the reason she thought she was on the straight and narrow. It truly was because of Sam that she wasn’t out behaving the same way she did in Chicago. She wasn’t reckless and promiscuous. Instead she was with one person who really was a charmer just like he said. He had gotten her to date him but also had gotten her to actually fall for him.
Bree kept her hand in his, opposite to the hand that he reached out to her Gran. She introduced herself as Gran which only made Bree’s shoulders relax some. She offered a hint of a smile. She could see that her grandmother was trying to make the boy feel welcomed just with that one gesture. Calling her gran only was allowed by her grandchildren. Everyone else called her Minta or Min. Bree smiled at Sam’s words. “You never told me your grandparents had a farm,” she truly hadn’t asked much about his grandparents instead focusing on his parents.
Really Bree was trying to distract from the time Sam had mentioned. If her grandmother truly knew how many times Sam had been in the apartment or even just in Bree’s bedroom she would have had some quick witted comment about how it really had been long enough. “But yeah Gran, Sam’s southern too.” Her hand finally falling from Sam’s. “Do you want some help?” Before her grandmother could even say no, Bree was washing her hands and seeing what she could do. She wasn’t a good cook by any means but she could at least help prepare things. “You can get to know Sam and you can ask him whatever you want.” Even as she said the words she held her breath. How was it that she was giving her grandmother complete reign in being able to ask her boyfriend anything. Then again maybe being away from Sam and not worrying about his every word would ease her nerves more.












