#tgosam

[greaseknuckledani-blog]

text ✉ sami

Dani: Sam I need you to come get me and I need you to not laugh at me or I'll kick your ass.

[bsocialpierce-blog]

text ✉ bram

Brittany: Hi. So like I can give you money and you would come over and have sex with me, right?

[socialsebastian]

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You’re cute together.

You think so, Evans?

[socialsebastian]

[text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.

[text] What the hell, Samuel? What happened?

[text] Were you involved in an Oil Spill?

[text] ...Was it a Social? If so, which one?

@greaserevans

[socialsebastian]

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.

[text] I don’t want you out of my life, Samuel. I thought I’ve made that clear.

[text] I want to be in your life, as well.

[deleted text] Not having you around would be...strange for me.

[text] In fact, I want to be in you, in many ways.

[text] Speaking of, are you free this weekend?

@greaserevans

[greaseknuckledani-blog]

FMK: Sam, Stevie, Stacie

Gross. All kinds of incest. But I’ll play.

(F)uck: Stevie. It’ll be his big wet dream come true.(M)arry: Stacey. We’d be awesome wives.(K)ill: Sam. Otherwise he’d kill me first for not putting the other two up top.

( @greaserstevie, @stacethedisgrace, @greaserevans)

[bsocialpierce-blog]

FMK: Frannie, Sam, Santana

This is mean! But I’ll answer it anyway...

Fuck: Sam, since he’s a boy and everything.Marry: Frannie, obviously! It’d be the best ever.Kiss: Santana, since she’s left.

[ @greaserevans @socfranniefabray @thesnixtanalopez ] 

[staceyevans-blog1]

SAM TO THE RESCUE → STAM

    Anger, sharp and bright, encased her, radiating from the group of fighters circling around her. Heart hammering within the cage of her chest, Stacey stood wide-eyed and helpless. The more she tried to distance herself, to step out of the line of fire, the closer the circle tightened around her, leaving her frightened to even move in any direction. How? How could she have managed to allow herself to get in this position, in the middle of swinging fists and harsh words. She was the proverbial damsel in distress. Though it should have sparked a need to be independent and force her way free, it was the fear rushing through her veins that had her seeking for someone to come and rescue her.

    "Stevie!” She called when the familiar flash of golden blonde hair appeared in the crowd but her shout remained unnoticed, silenced by the loud curses, angered screams, and glass shattering. Steeling herself for the potential fight to come -- making an escape would be far from easy -- she pushed against one of the smaller guys as hard as she could, attempting to create a space just big enough that she could slip through. “Let me go!” She shouted when he turned and grabbed her, clearly angered by her “violent” display. With a scoff, he pushed her off of him and she gracelessly tumbled to the floor.

    Cheeks flushed with humiliation -- neither Bree, Dani or many other Greaser girls would have been quite so easy to take down -- she attempted to rise. It as the flash of something flying over her head that made her hesitate, that made her want to be the coward she clearly was and duck for cover but that was taken from her when the table she was aiming for was turned over, contents spilling to the ground. There was nowhere for her to go so she did the only thing she could think to do. She shifted, moving until her back was pressed against the underside of the overturned table. “Stevie! Sammy!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, praying that someone, anyone would hear her and pull her out of this fiasco.