-- just one of those D A Y S [open!]

[dexter axel flynn]

I CAN GO THE DISTANCE
till i find my hero's welcome
R I G H T W H E R E I B E L O N G - - - *

A heavy sigh escaped Dexter's lips. It was amazing how this place could suck the life out of you; even though she'd been going to school again for nearly two months now, it seemed like her summer vacation had never happened. She was sucked right back in the black hole that was Lima, Ohio, right back into that same old song and dance. Get up at seven, wash up, get dressed, have breakfast in the car over to school... It was a rut. And if that wasn't the worst, it was one that Dexter still hadn't figured out how to break from. Grumbling softly, Dex pushed open her car door. It creaked, as always, and as always, the girl winced at the sound of it. Was that another reminded that nothing had changed since yesterday, that this day was going to be exactly like the last? Gods. The world really wasn't a fun place to be right now.

Dexter pushed herself out of her car, dragging her backpack out of the passenger seat as she stood up before slamming the door behind her. It really was great she'd gotten a car for her birthday (even if it had been a year late, but whatever), but did her parents really have to settle for this trainwreck? Leo - for that was what she'd named the ancient black Impala - got her around, sure, but...

Oh well. She shouldn't think like that. All popular kids got cars for their birthdays, right? Maybe this was a step in the right direction.

The brunette found herself wandering through the McKinley hallways a few minutes later. The walk over had been uneventful, no surprise there. Skillfull as always, Dexter had managed to dodge the jocks in fear of finding herself in the path of yet another slushie and was now slowly strolling past the lockers. Without looking up, she halted by hers, turning to her combination like a little drone. Mindlessly slaving away... Well, wasn't she miss melodramatic this morning?

Lack of sleep and low bloodsugar. That usually explained everything. With a heavy grunt, Dexter pushed most of her books and notepads into her locker before slamming it shut, leaning against it afterwards as if she'd finished running a marathon. Well, that was the first part of the morning over and done with, at least. Now if she could only score a coffee somewhere, then maybe she could even muster a smile! Yeah, that sounded like a freakin' solid plan right there...

Speaking of which, shit. Eyes opened wide in realization, Dexter threw her backpack to the floor, systematically patting herself down. Chest, front pockets, butt pockets... "Damn you, Buddha. I mean it this time,"

[/b] she hissed; apparently she really didn't carry any small change with her. But... But... Coffee! Raising her fists to the sky rather melodramatically, Dexter gave up; her head hanging low, she leaned back against the lockers again, resisting the urge to sink down on her butt. Yup. Her morning really couldn't have begun any better...[/font]

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[samuel terrence evans]

AND HE'S GOTTA BE FRESH FROM THE FIGHT
&& I N E E D A H E R O
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO 'TIL THE MORNING LIGHT

Sam was having a pretty damn wonderful day. He generally always did. He was a pretty pleasant and optimistic dude. There was very little that could get him down. So far that day, he’d woken up, gotten a clean and fresh shower, had an enormous breakfast made by his amazing brother, got to walk his two favorite little siblings to school, been greeted by his gorgeous girlfriend upon entering McKinley High School and been told he was starting in the upcoming football game, and it was only eight in the morning. Some guys just had all the luck. He’d done nothing that morning except hang around with Quinn and have the occasional conversation with Puck, when he could snag some guy time. So far, he hadn’t really made many guy friends. In fact, he couldn’t even think of enough to fill one hand. That was a damn shame. It seemed like the only people he ever saw were Quinn, Stacey and Stevie, and the other glee girls. A lot of the guys around school were pretty jealous that Sam was hanging around with three of the most notorious Cheerio’s in their class, and then some more extremely attractive girls at McKinley. To be fair, he only had eyes for Quinn, but not everyone saw it that way. He was starting to even get a bit of a bad reputation, but it wasn’t his fault. Sam was nice to absolutely everyone, even guys, if they ever bothered to give him a chance. Now it was looking like he was going to continue his junior year as the singing, football playing, most likely cheating manwhore of William McKinley High School. That wasn’t a name he wanted under his belt.

That was also what was going through his mind when he kissed Quinn on the cheek nearly fifteen minutes before his first

[/b] class and headed toward his locker. He was nearly oblivious as he walked through the crowded hallways, determined to get there on time, despite having as much time as he needed. He was at his locker with thirteen minutes to spare. He stopped for a moment, to remember his combination, then entered it. He grabbed two binders from it, then shut the door. Now that he was back in the real world, he was fully able to understand what happened next. Sam had just turned to go back in the direction he came from, when he spotted a girl clearly struggling with something internally. She was reduced to swearing to Buddha, which immediately made him want to laugh. Not at her misery, but that she would swear to him of all people. Then, for seemingly no reason at all, she thrust her fists into the air. He couldn’t help but laugh this time. He stopped suddenly when her hands were brought to her face. This was obviously much more serious than he thought. He crossed the few short feet that separated them and coughed to make himself known. He held his books by his side with one hand and brushed his hair aside with the other. ”Excuse me, miss, are you alright?” It wasn’t exactly common for people their age in this place to call a girl miss, or to even care what her problems were, Sam noticed, but he wasn’t brought up that way. He had the utmost respect for any lady, especially a damsel in distress. He gave her the most trustworthy smile he could muster. ”Is there anything I can help you with?”


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[dexter axel flynn]

I CAN GO THE DISTANCE
till i find my hero's welcome
R I G H T W H E R E I B E L O N G - - - *

It was not often that Dexter allowed herself such melodramatic displays in public. She must've really had a bad day not to care what other people thought, or maybe had gotten a little too comfortable in her role of invisible wallflower (thought she herself would've never used that term. Flowers suggested pretty things, and that was not an associations with herself that Dexter made often). Whatever the case, it shouldn't have come as such a big surprise that someone figured she had internal struggles aplently. The fact that someone was about to address those issues, however... Different story entirely.

Her attention aimed at the floor, hat pulled down to where it was nearly over her eyes, Dexter turned her heels in against her backpack at the sight of a new pair of feet on the floor. Boy feet, she realized quickly, and that usually meant she'd been spotted by someone more popular than her intent on making her life miserable. The brunette had no intention of being made a fool of that day, not when she was doing such a great job on that herself already; there was not a chance in hell that if some jock decided to snatch away her bag and dumped the contents all over the hall, she was going to embarrass herself and pick everything up again. Not with people around, of course. So when, instead of playing a half-assed prank on her, the boy near her asked her if she was alright, Dexter was more than just a little taken aback.

Frowning lightly, the girl looked up, pulling her cap back a little to get a clearer view. When she did, well... She really wished she hadn't looked up in the first place. Not because she was presented with a terrible view or anything - I mean, come on, it was Sam Evans we were talking about here - but, well... He was Sam Evans. Why the hell was he even talking to her?

"Uuuh,"

[/b] Dex eventually managed, swallowing hard in an attempt to rid herself from the lump in her throat, that had seeminly formed out of freakin' nowhere, "N-n-n-no, it's okay! I, uhm... Art club, you know how we get sometimes. Melodramatic creative guys, that's us,"[/b] she continued, forcing a smile upon her lips. What better way to try and downplay her embarrasment than by trying to laugh about it, right? That usually worked.

...No, actually, it never really did, not with Dexter's acting skills. But hey, if you told yourself enough that it worked, you'd start to believe it at some point, right?

"I'm just having a crappy morning, enforced once more by me not having change for coffee. N-nothing I should bother you with, honestly,"[/b]

Bad day 2, Dexter 0. Things just weren't looking up today.[/font]

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NOTES hmm, dex is being erratic. more than usual. ^^; hope there's still something you can work with? still trying to figure her out...
OUTFIT clicky!
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TEMPLATE justlikefalling at caution 2.0!
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[samuel terrence evans]

AND HE'S GOTTA BE FRESH FROM THE FIGHT
&& I N E E D A H E R O
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO 'TIL THE MORNING LIGHT

Sam was starting to realize that, yes, he was attractive. As shallow as it sounded, he knew he had to be to snag the hottest girl

[/B] at McKinley High for his girlfriend. That wasn’t really saying anything bad about Quinn necessarily either. He didn’t mean she was shallow. He just was all too aware of her need to stay ahead. Frankly, it was something he admired. His popularity was destined to skyrocket even before Quinn, since he was the new guy. Charming, funny, sweet, handsome, and even took over as quarterback for Finn. Now that he was with Quinn, things didn’t get much better. What he was also realizing now was that people were actually starting to look at him differently. It was like he was expected to be a jerk because he wore a letterman jacket. He never had these problems at his all boys school, since they were all more or less nice to one another. This school was based so solely on hierarchy that people looked at him strangely whenever he stepped out of the stereotype. The first time he noticed it, he was in the comic book store with Ana. The girl seemed genuinely surprised to find out he could read, even more so when she found out that he read comics and that they had things in common. Sometimes, he made it all to clear that he was a nerd, and that was frowned upon. Now that he was standing here, attempting to help out this girl, she too, was looking at him like he had no idea where he was. He half expected her to put the back of her hand on his forehead and ask if she was feeling alright. Well, he didn’t want things to go on that way, and he was free to speak to whoever he wanted.

He placed his free hand in his pocket as he waited patiently for her to say something. Right now, it was all sort of coming out[/b] like a jumbled mess. He was getting the very vague feeling that she was nervous, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. Sammy decided to just blame the whole thing on how shy some people were. After all, he was working furiously trying to break Carter form her shell, and he was getting nowhere. She finally started to stammer out some sentences, and he grinned. At least she was speaking now. She seemed almost uncomfortable around him, and he briefly racked his brain, looking for something he could’ve done to offend this girl. He nodded very simply. ”So, you’re in an Art Club. That definitely sheds some light on your performance.” It was still clear she was having a bad day. Who knows? Maybe it was possible for him to share some of his luck. He understood bad days pretty well, granted they were rare lately. He could still sympathize with her. Laughing, he shook his head. He took his free hand out and waved it toward the front doors. ”Come on, I get it. I’ll buy you some coffee. You sound like you could really use it.” Not many people would accept the offer from someone they didn’t know, but he hoped she would. He liked when girls accepted favors and gifts. It made him feel like he was doing something for them for a change. He actually slapped his hand to his forehead first. ”I’m so sorry, I forgot my manners. I’m Sam Evans.” He smiled at her genuinely and waited for her to tell him her name.


tagging dexter flynn
outfit outfit
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lyrics holding out for a hero by frou frou
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[dexter axel flynn]

I CAN GO THE DISTANCE
till i find my hero's welcome
R I G H T W H E R E I B E L O N G - - - *

This guy was just too nice. There... there really was no other word for it. It was nice, on one hand. A fresh change to how things usually went down in the halls of MicKinley. Jocks or any boy dating a cheerleader (though more often than not did these guys fall in the same category) didn't ususally play nice with anyone not a jock or a cheerleader. A hint of a smile played on Dexter's lips. This was a change from her routine, right? That break she'd been crying out for, a way out of the rut she was in?

While this was fun on one hand indeed, there was an underlying sense of discomfort. Dexter was usually out of her element talking to people, period, let alone people a fair few steps higher on the social ladder than her. A nerd like her was required to practically worship guys like Sam Evans, according to the rules of social engagement anyway (and just because Dexter disliked any form of social interaction didn't mean she didn't know the rules) and in that respect, she did feel a little... hm, unworthy? Was that really the word she wanted to use?

Whatever the case, this wasn't generally how things were supposed to go. And yes, while that did make Dexter uncomfortable, it was a change. Great success!

"Y-yeah, I need to brush up on my skills,"

[/b] Dex replied, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. Well, that was one bit of her first impression salvaged, right? Or, well, not so much. At least she got him to smile, right? That was a nice touch, especially with her silly sense of humor. So this went well in the en-

Wait, what?!

"Y-y-you're gonna buy me coffee?"[/b] Had she said it any louder, he way Dexter's voice rose at the end of her sentence would have made it sound as if Sam had just offered to buy her the entire school. Okay, the talking had been a nice change and all, but... What?! He was offering to buy coffee for her? B-but he was... he was in the football team! He was dating Quinn Fabray! Buying her coffee shouldn't, no, couldn't be on his list of things to do today. Before Dexter could respond to the boy's offer any further, he apologized to her for his behaviour and introduced himself. The brunette's face was briefly clouded by a rather blank expression, but she managed to resist telling Sam she knew quite well who he was (effectively avoiding any oppertunity of making her look like some kind of stalker). "U-uhm, D-dexter. Flynn. Dexter Flynn."[/b]

While her boyish name had never bothered Dex before, she now worried. Would she look weird? ugh, she should've just... Well, whatever. What's said is said, right? Dexter swallowed lightly, taking a moment to regain her composure. "Are... are you seriously gonna buy me coffee? 'C-cause I'll totally give you your money back, I promise,"[/b]

So that kind of made her accept, didn't it? A little uncomfortable still, Dexter shifted her weight from one foot to the other, before following Sam to the coffee machine.[/font]

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TAG sam evans !
WORD COUNT 515
NOTES yay! =] i love how you play sam btw, he's adorable. <3
OUTFIT clicky!
LYRICS go the distance reprise - hercules
TEMPLATE justlikefalling at caution 2.0!
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[samuel terrence evans]

AND HE'S GOTTA BE FRESH FROM THE FIGHT
&& I N E E D A H E R O
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO 'TIL THE MORNING LIGHT

If there was one thing Sam could appreciate, it was a girl with a sense of humor. This girl, no matter her intentions, made him

[/b] laugh. He liked to surround himself with people who could do that. Anyone with a personality, no matter how strange, was a friend to Sam. People just weren’t kind enough to one another these days. He grinned from ear to ear at her. ”Nonsense, your acting skills are fine. I totally believe your day is going horribly.” This, too, was a joke. He knew her bad day was not an act, because he’d been there before. He ignored her immediate ask if he was going to buy her coffee. It didn’t even seem that important at the time. Then, he smiled at her again. Dexter Flynn. ”It’s nice to meet you Dexter. Let me guess, your nickname is Dex?” He preferred nicknames as shorter more personal ways to identify someone. That was why he always introduced himself s Sam or Sammy instead of Samuel. Samuel just sounded so stuffy. He didn’t like to feel like he was boring. Nobody wanted to be friends with a guy named Samuel. Dexter was such an original name, it got him seriously wondering what kind of people her parents were. It was actually a cool name, so he was willing to bet she was a cool girl. She’d given him no reason to complain so far, in the five minutes they’d known each other. In the same way that everyone was innocent until proven guilty, Sam was a firm believer in everyone being nice until proven otherwise. He was never one to judge someone on outer appearance or first impression, even after the incident with Alex insulting his girlfriend. He would still be willing to give even that monster another chance.

When she asked once more if he was serious about buying her coffee, he raised an eyebrow. She was serious? He’d noticed[/b] that Ohio was nothing like Tennessee. Nobody did anybody favors here or even attempted to help them out, yet it still came as a shock to him. She seemed genuinely taken aback. Realizing this was not her fault, he nodded his head. ”Yeah, sure, why not? You definitely could use some, and maybe I’ll grab a cup with you and sit down for a bit. That is, if you don’t mind missing a few minutes of class time.” He was not trying to be a bad influence on her. He just really wanted to sit down and hang out for a little while. He turned and lead the way to the coffee machine, taking her silence as acceptance. ”Don’t sweat it,” he said, nonchalantly waving his hand. ”It’s just coffee. No payback necessary. He paid for his coffee, made it, then placed the money in for hers. Then, he patiently looked at her and waited for her coffee order, so he could make it. ”Anything special you want in it?” He loved being the nice, chivalrous guy he was. It made him feel like he was making some sort of difference in Lima. This place seriously needed a personality make-over, and he was going to fix as much as he could, one good deed at a time. He smiled at a few passerby and waited still for her to say something.


tagging dexter flynn
outfit outfit
words 555
lyrics holding out for a hero by frou frou
notes thanks xD he's a sweetheart!
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