With great power comes great responsibility

Samuel Evans - [noun] male, sophomore, 16, brother, son, athlete

[thenextcaptainamerica]

[lionkingpuckzilla]

There’s enough for sharing right, Sammy?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Dude, I'll totally bring you one as long as you stop callin' me Sammy. 

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Made and decorated these bad boys with the munchkins this afternoon.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Text: So you wanna hear a joke Sam? Text: I promise its funny :D

[text] Sure. Hit me with the funny.

[salsa-caliente]

Right. Right. Maybe those lips of yours weren’t weighing you down. Maybe you were too busy looking at the skirts twirling to see where you’re going. That would explain the many times you did a face plant.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

If I was looking at the Cheerios, which I wasn't... I didn't face plant. You're confusing me with someone else. And if I was looking, it would have been at Mercedes. Not that I do any more, or that you don't look good in the uniform or whatever.

[salsa-caliente]

Is that the real reason you used to come to the Cheerios practice? To check us out in our revealing uniforms?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

I had football at the same time you had cheer... I wasn't looking at anything.

[salsa-caliente]

I’m teaching them a valuable lesson about high end fashion.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

I guess it's not that much more revealing that the Cheerios uniform. I'm taking the munchins to see Santa tomorrow so... I guess I'll see you then.

[salsa-caliente]

Guess who got a job playing Elf to Santa at the Lima Mall?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Oh my... I don't know if children should see that. 

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

Nope. Just curious is all.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Um, alright. Cool then. 

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[miss--cedes]

Good music night.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It was. I forgot to ask, but are you coming over here or do you want me to come to your house tomorrow?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

So like … define friends.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Um, friends? Hanging out sometimes, texting some times... the same thing I have with you or Mel? Is this a trick question?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

You’re really over?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Um, I guess... as boyfriend and girlfriend. We're still friends though, and talk and stuff.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

You should really up your spy game, Evans. So. You and Mercy …

[thenextcaptainamerica]

I don't want to be nosy, plus she gets all weird and defensive when I do ask... So I'm staying out of it. What about me and Mercedes?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

Christmas is alright. I like to think the national holiday celebrating Santana is the most wonderful holiday of all. Yeah, N*SYNC, Backstreet Boys, Christina Aguilera … every pop artist famous for their 90s hits.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Yeah, so we're taking a refreshing break with oldies tonight. Except she's too preoccupied with homework or some boy on her computer to care too much.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

You got me there. Christmas does have the tendency to, well, suck.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

No, Christmas is wonderful. Just the music over and over again since Halloween is a bit much for me. I didn't even know N*SYNC had a Christmas album until this year.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

[salsa-caliente]

You like torturing her don’t you?

[thenextcaptainamerica]

She played Christmas music non-stop last night. It's my turn to pick the music.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

It's a classic rock sort of night.

Mixed with some folk music from the 60s and 70s just because it gets on Melanie's nerves.

[thenextcaptainamerica]

Text || SamCedes

Mercy: I guess what I'm trying to say is if you're not forward with what you want, then people will try to step all over you. And they will succeed at doing it.

Mercy: Damn and here I was thinking that you should ask Santana for her mom's recipe for her honey cake. I still suggest you do it though.

Sam: Sorry... fell asleep last night and had weird dreams where you were Santa. Don't ask.

Sam: I like who I am Mercedes, so don't worry too much okay?

Sam: You are so going down, but maybe I'll let you make me honey cake since I've never tried it.