Golden Boys ((SAM))

[Max Pennetta]

Max Pennetta knew he was a lock for starting wide receiver on the McKinley football team. In fact, he was probably going to be the team's most valuable player. His only real competition, at least in his mind, would be whoever ended up as quarterback: Finn Hudson, or Sam Evans. Frankly speaking, Max could hardly care less who was the one throwing the ball, so long as they knew to throw it to him. Coach Beiste, for her part, seemed as uncertain as Max did about who should end up in the important role, and had asked a few of the guys, including Max, to stay late to run some after-hours drills. Normally Sam would not have minded, but he was hoping to catch Quinn Fabray after Cheerios practice.

His body was starting to get beat up, as Beiste ran a series of hand-offs, short-distance throws and Hail Mary's. All quarterbacks had to do was throw before they were sacked and they took no beatings. When you were constantly catching the ball, and both Sam and Finn seemed smart enough to realize that Max was the one who could make them look good, you also ended up being tackled a lot. That only became worse when you were the new kid, and rumors were starting to circle about attempted efforts to court the cheerleading captain. The piercing screech of Coach's whistle filled the air as she called the practice to a close. Thank God. He felt like he had a broken rib or two, but knew better than to make a fuss about it.

Slightly limping as he walked alongside the remaining crew of players, Max was fairly sure this would make up the majority of the varsity team. Most of them were fairly mediocre, but both Sam and Finn were talented, and guys like Puck and Karofsky were at least big enough to be decent blockers. He had heard the team was pretty terrible in the past, but they might have a shot of being a solid team this year. After taking a quick shower, Max changed into a pair of jeans and a yellow polo. Lifting his arms in the air to put his shirt on, he felt the sting in his torso. All the guys had already ditched the locker room by the time Max had finished tying his shoes, save his fellow blond, Sam Evans. Figuring he should probably make nice with the guy who could very well be the second biggest star on the team, after himself of course, Max figured he would make conversation.

"Are tryouts always so intense, or is this year just special?"

- tag : SAM
- notes : I know not quite what we talked about, but figured we can get there
- words : Some words
- outfit : Jeans & Polo
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[Sam Evans]

Sam loved playing football, and was super excited about started a new football season. He was going to try out for QB this year. Last year he had to stop playing due to the fact his shoulder popped out but this year would be different. It wasn't going to happen he was going to beat out Finn Hudson for the position of QB.

After running countless drills and plays Sam, was growing weaker. He was getting tired and his mind was running off into Lala land. He knew if he made the team, having and having a few extra jobs would he be able to balance everything. His mind snapped back into reality when he fell flat on the ground being tackled for holding onto the ball for to long. Coach Beiste yelled at him and Sam focused on the practice, and let all his concerns melt away.

Before Sam knew it the practice was over. Sam felt his knees buckle to the floor and laid on the grass for a few minutes before actually going into the locker room. Once he was there he grabbed a towel and found an empty shower. He took a long hot shower since he couldn't do this at the motel. Once he got out he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked over to the locker room where he put on some jeans and a plaid t-shirt. Once he finished getting dressed he heard someone say something to him. Sam knew it was the wide receiver. Sam didn't know his name since he was bad with that. But he knew he was after Quinn. His former ex, who he still had some feelings for.

Sam smiled, "They are usually this intense. Coach wants us to actually win this year." Sam explained.

[Max Pennetta]

Max moved in front of locker room mirror as he awaited Sam's reply. Running thin fingers through his golden tresses, the boy pushed the damp hair out of his eyes. Longer hair could be such a pain, although he knew it was a better look for him than the short-do he sometimes sported. Smoothing out his shirt as Sam replied that the coach actually wanted to win this year, he let out a laugh. "Well I understand that. I want to win, too."

Retreating from the mirror, Max returned to his locker, pulling out various items, including a Rolex watch left to him by his late father, which he chose not to wear on the field for obvious reasons, a book of sheet music for popular love songs, and aviator sunglasses. He put the sheet music in his duffle bag, while adorning the other two items. "For what it's worth, I thought you looked a hell of a lot better out there today than dough boy. Seriously does he even work out?" That was not entirely true. He thought Sam looked the part of quarterback more than Finn, but their abilities were relatively evenly matched. Beiste had a difficult decision ahead of her. "I'm sure with you throwing the ball to me, we'll be top contenders for the State title."

They would be, unless of course, the rumors that both guys were distracted by a certain song and dance show were true. The New Directions, Max had learned that was the name of the rag tag group of misfits that was the McKinley glee club. That was also where Quinn Fabray could be found. Figuring he may as well squeeze Sam for information, he commented, "Hey you're in the glee club, right?", Max began, "So you know Quinn Fabray?"

- tag : SAM
- notes : I know not quite what we talked about, but figured we can get there
- words : Some words
- outfit : Jeans & Polo
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[Sam Evans]

Sam grinned as he took out his book bag and everything else he needed to take home with him. Sam didn't have much, since he lost most of it when he moved out of his home, and into the motel. "Yeah, McKinley has been the worst team for a while. If I got more time to play last year we would have won." Sam told him confidently knowing he was really good at football. He thought he was better then Finn but he wasn't going to say that to Max. He didn't want to seem cocky. "We just have a horrible team. I have faith we will win this year, because McKinley needs to be on the map." Sam said, with a nod.

Sam smiled once again. "Thanks you weren't bad yourself." Sam said returning the compliment. Sam walked over to the mirror, now that Max was no longer standing in front of it. He glanced at his appearance, making sure he saw no fat. He ate some cool ranch doritos, his weakness at lunch. Something that wasn't on his diet. He knew he would need to spend some extra time in the gym. He zoned out for Max's comment and then snapped back into reality realizing how he made a comment about Finn's body. Sam let out a soft chuckle. Finn wasn't in the best shape and Sam knew it. "I don't think he does, I tried to help him but.." Sam paused, and then spoke once more. "He didn't work out or try the diet I told him." Sam shrugged not at all concerned with the way Finn looked. "Oh we will," Sam replied confidentially. Sam just hoped Coach Beiste saw something in him like she did last year when he was chosen over Finn.

Sam nodded when he brought up glee club. It was one of the few things he enjoyed at McKinley. "Yeah I am, why?" He asked as he cocked his head to the side. Interested in why he wanted to bring up glee club. It hit him, when he brought up the name Quinn Fabray. The girl he loved. He felt a bit jealous when he asked about her. Sam's feelings never exactly went away, as many times as he denied it. He still loved her. Sam was a bit hesitant to answer but opened his mouth to speak, "Yeah, I know her." Sam said giving him a bit of an attitude.

[Max Pennetta]

Sam seemed like a decent enough guy, really. He was maybe a little bit simple, and came across like the kind of fellow who probably did not even know the difference between creme brulee and pudding, but there were worse characteristics. Max nodded his head as the soon-to-be quarterback commented on McKinley's results, or lack of, in the past season. So it was true. It was comforting to know at least that Sam had not led the team in their humiliating march of failure. And he seemed to have confidence in himself, which was crucial for a guy who was supposed to be a team leader. Sure, he probably lacked Max's refined movement and athleticism, but it was better than that Hunchback known as Finn Hudson. Seriously, the guy looked like a Shrek as he clumsily thrashed about the football field.

The two of them exchanged compliments, and Max noted the other boy checking his own appearance in the mirror, lifting up his shirt to reveal a tight six-pack of abs. At least Max was not the only vain on the team. In fact, the two of them seemed to have quite a bit in common. Both were fit blonds, with well-toned bodies, filled to the brim with confidence and damn good at their sport. Of course, Max was sort of liked the upgraded model, but there was a similarity that could not quite be denied. Of course, Sam had the whole glee club thing going for, or maybe against him. That was a distinction worth noting, although if a certain blonde bombshell was there, Max might have to alter his initial conception of the geekdom that was show choir.

Max noted the change in his teammate's disposition when the enticing name of Quinn Fabray came up. Perhaps there was something there. Or maybe the girl had just rebutted any advances made in the past by his counterpart. "God she's a fox, isn't she?" Max commented, smiling at just the thought of the girl. As confident as he was, however, that the girl was into him, he did feel like he needed to know if he was competing for her, especially against someone as undoubtedly as popular as the football quarterback. "How about you, Evans? Any Lima ladies that get you blood boiling, in the good way, I mean. I heard you used to have a thing for the Beiste. Please tell me that's not true."

- tag : SAM
- notes : I know not quite what we talked about, but figured we can get there
- words : Some words
- outfit : Jeans & Polo
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!