Down On One Knee (Cera)

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam was very, very proud of himself at the moment. Not only had he used his abysmal detective skills to find out when and where Cera's last class of the day was going to be, but he'd also used his amazing ninja skills that morning to make off with his brother's very nice, probably very expensive wool coat. But hey, it was warm, and it looked fancy.

Sam was all about fancy today. Fancy and classy.

He checked the time on his phone, hoping her class would end on time. Since their ridiculous impromptu date that had been less of a date and much more mischief making and fun, he hadn't been able to get the pretty pink haired girl out of his head. Sort of like when he'd first met Spencer, which made his chest hurt, but... in the same matter... maybe that was a good thing. Since he and Spencer had split he'd had multiple dates that had more or less ended in one night stands, but that was getting old. And Cera... Cera was fun. And funny. And drop dead sexy as hell. All massive points in her favor, and all reasons why he was doing... well... this.

As the bell rang, he listened carefully, leaning against the wall as he waited for the telltale signs of class ending. Sure enough, he heard the sounds of chairs scraping the floor. Grinning, he pushed his messy hair back behind his ear and watched the door open. It wasn't hard to spot Cera, and as soon as he did he called her name before dropping to one knee on the floor and holding out a pretty blue flower he'd 'borrowed' from someone's garden. Tilting his head much like a puppy, he stared up at her and hoped he looked as classy as he felt. "Cera, will you go out with me?"

[Cera Lamprey]

"Oh my god, Sam, what...?" Cera covered her mouth with one hand, flustered. Although she didn't mind being the center of attention she typically had a little more control over that. For instance, being on stage was her decision; pink hair was her decision. A guy she barely knew asking her out in an ostentatious manner was not her decision, and so while she was flattered by the gesture she was also slightly taken aback. 

Graham would never have done anything like this for her; Sam was so very different from her ex-boyfriend. 

And maybe that was a good thing. Maybe she didn't need another quiet emo boy in her life; she would constantly be comparing the two, and that would be unfair to anyone she dated, particularly since she and Graham were still friends. 

Once she had recovered from the shock she stroked her chin in faux seriousness. "Hmmmm. And if I say yes are you gonna make this worth my time?" 

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam beamed at her reaction. Girls hiding even part of their faces in their hands was almost always a good thing, and that made him happy. He'd stooped to asking his sister's what might impress a girl, and after they'd stopped laughing they'd mentioned things like flowers and being well dressed. Hence the oh so classy tuxedo t-shirt. Because real tuxedos were damn expensive.

Still down on his knee, as patiently as he was capable of, he waited for her answer. He hadn't really thought through the fact that she was quite capable of saying no, thus humiliating him in the hallway. Yet her mock seriousness sudden had a flurry of doubting butterflies kicking up in the pit of his stomach.

Thankfully, they settled as she finally said something. Something that could easily be taken as a challenge. "Oh Babe, you know I will." He actually had a few good, fun ideas in his pocket. Plus a credit card. He extended the flower back out to her. "Sorry it isn't pink." He'd tried, but pink flowers were hard to come by in winter. He'd been lucky to find this one.

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera accepted the flower, sticking her face in it and making a show of inhaling. "It's beeeeyoooootiful," She assured him, sticking it behind her ear for safe keeping. 

"Sooooo you were gonna take me somewhere now riiiiiight?"

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam brightened as she took the flower, glad she seemed to like it. Swiping it from a garden had been his best idea all day. "Not as beeeeeyoooootiful as you." The weird part was that he actually meant it.

"'Course I meant now! Your carriage awaits." He swept his arm back to indicate down the hall, and finally stood up. Offering his arm, he happily escorted her down the hall and out to the student parking lot. It took him a second, but he finally found his ancient gold Ford Escort wagon. "Your carriage, m'lady." He even opened the door for her.

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera slid into the seat and wrestled with the seat belt, trying (and failing) not to laugh at Sam's theatrics.

"So what's on the agenda for today, Prince Sam?" She giggled. "Or is it a surprise?"

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam grinned as he shut the door behind her, then swung around to crawl into the driver's seat. "You got the prettiest laugh, you know that?" He actually meant it, too, unlike when he said it to his sisters in order to gain their favor for something.

"It's a surprise," he said happily as he put his car into gear. The thing could be a beast sometimes, he he was getting the hang of it. "You trust me?" It was probably a terrible question, being that they'd only really been together once. But he was hopeful she would say yes regardless.

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera rolled her eyes at Sam's question. "Of course I do! I wouldn't be in the car with you if I didn't!" 

Perhaps someone with more sense wouldn't have agreed to come with him, but the pink-haired girl had a habit of trusting people despite common sense. 

"So...you don't happen to play guitar, do you?" She asked hopefully. Maybe if he did she could end up replacing Shane. 

[Samuel Rixon]

Oh, right. There was that logic thing again. Sam chuckled softly under his breath and flexed his hands on the wheel. "You never know," he said with a little grin.

He could be a kidnapper for all she knew. Thankfully, he was for the most part a harmless idiot.

"Uhhhh.... nope?" Sam had no sense of musical talent whatsoever, and giving him an instrument was probably a very bad idea. "Why, d' you?" Anything he could learn about Cera, he was happy.

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera shook her head, disappointment clear on her face. "No, but I sing in a band, and our guitarist is the worst. I mean, he's a good player when he tries but he doesn't take our gigs seriously and always screws them up."

Too bad, replacing Shane with someone cute and funny would have been nice.

"What are your hobbies?"

Surely he had something he enjoyed doing other than being funny.

[Samuel Rixon]

"Whoa, really? That's sexy!" Now he had to find out more, because watching Cera sing would absolutely be worth his time. "Too bad I don't." Could he learn? Probably not in the time she needed one. "Unless Guitar Hero counts?" That, he could do.

"Weeeeelll. I play lots of video games. And hang with my friends from high school still." No, he hadn't quite grown up totally yet. But that was no way to impress a lady! He wracked his brain for something else to add to the small list. "Uhhh. And I slay dragons?"

Because that was clever.

[Cera Lamprey]

"You already said video games," Cera giggled. That was the only possible way he could really slay dragons, unless he had killed some poor shapeshifting meta. There had been the one home ec teacher at Hammel who had dragon-like wings and tail, but she was sure she'd have heard if he had been murdered. 

Besides, Sam didn't seem like he was a murderer. She didn't know what a murderer would seem like, of course; but the idea that someone friendly to her, or even someone she was simply interacting with, could do something so vile, was unthinkable. 

"So this means we're definitely going to have a video game date this week, right?"

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam glanced sideways and grinned playfully. "But isn't that what princes do? Slay dragons and win the hearts of princesses? An' we already established that you're a princess, sooo..." He would let her think about that one.

Her perked up at the idea of her actually wanting to play video games with him. Sure, Spencer had done that with him too, but he suspected that it had had less to do with her wanting to, and more with her doing it to make him happy. But if Cera wanted to play, he was so very, very in. "We can totally have a video game date! But not today. Today, we're doing something different." And no, he still wasn't telling her. He was just going to keep on driving until they got there.

[Cera Lamprey]

"Oh, so you're a prince now?" Cera grinned at Sam. "I should have known. You are charming."

At least, she thought so. Perhaps her judgement wasn't always the best.

"If we aren't having a video game date today then can we have one tomorrow? What video games do you have?"

She couldn't very well suggest they play something that they couldn't play because it wasn't available to either of them.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam grinned and winked at Cera. "You called me a Prince, babe, and I'm happy to be one for you if that's what you want. Seems only right, being that you've gotta be a princess."

A princess that liked video games. Holy crap had he scored or what? Cera was sexy and she liked Angry Birds and video games! He would have fist pumped, had he not been driving. "Hells yes we can have one tomorrow. I got lots! Mostly Mario games, but I've also got Raving Rabbids... uhh... Halo..." What did girls like? "You might like Mario Party. Or the Rabbids games. They're white bunnies." RUDE white bunnies, but bunnies. Girls liked bunnies, right? "I can take you my place after school." He'd just have to make it known to his brother that he was going to have a girl over, so to please butt the hell out.