#marissam

but can you imagine if it was Marissa instead of Alex

Damsay drabbles:

So Sing Along To My Stereo

Right Before Your Eyes

For The First Time 

For The First Time #2 [Prt. 1]

For The First Time #2 [Prt. 2]

The Only Exception

Samrissa/Marissam drabbles:

It Will Rain

Nothing

Falling Slowly

Let's Just See What Happens (Damsay Fanfic):

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.1]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.2]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.3]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.4]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.5]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.6]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.7]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.8]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.9]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.10]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.11]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.12]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.13]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.14]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.15]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.16]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.17]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.18]

Let's Just See What Happens [Chp.19]

Let's Just See What Happens: Preview of New Sequel

There Ain't Nothing Better Than Revenge (Damsay Fanfic):

There Ain't Nothing Better Than Revenge [Chp.1]

There Ain't Nothing Better Than Revenge [Chp.2]

There Ain't Nothing Better Than Revenge [Chp.3]

A/N: I am soooooooooooooooo incredibly sorry it took so long :'( I was just so busy with a lack on imagination. I hope you enjoy it (especially freakworld-freakgirl, you're the one that got me writing Samrissa/Marissam :) ) 

Sam’s POV

  Orange leaves falls and makes a crinkling sound as the wind blew. I held my jacket tighter keeping in as much heat as I could. Autumn was ending and a frosty winter awaited Ohio. I quickly made my way down the cement pavement remembering Marissa’s address. I found it quickly, half jogging because of the cold air and I took deep breaths before ringing the doorbell. I have no idea why Marissa’s parents wanted to meet me. I mean, of course we have been dating for the past few months but the thought of meeting her parents sent a chill down my spine. I had a bad feeling about this.

            “Hey Samuel,” Marissa opened the door, half smiling at me. I felt heat radiating from the inside of the house as I quickly walked inside. I took my boots off and ‘Rissa helped me with my jacket and hat. Quickly, she kissed my lips and gently whispered, “Whatever happens, please know that I do love you and nothing they say can change that.” I threw her a puzzled, scared look and she returned it with a watery smile. She took my hand and squeezed it gently before letting go. We walked slowly into the kitchen where her parents sat, dinner already on the table with steam coming out of the many different dishes. I’ve been over to the Von Bleicken’s many, many times but all of which her parents weren’t at home. Suddenly the warm dining room had an icy atmosphere to it as I saw her parents for the first time, face-to-face. Her dad had a suit on and her mom dressed up like I was someone like the Mayor. I felt really underdressed in jeans and a v-neck tee. I didn’t realize it at first but Marissa was wearing a really formal dress with her hair tied to the side, not her usual kind of style. I heard someone clear their throat and I turned to see Mr. Von Bleicken staring at me. When our gazes locked for even half a second, I see his eyes look away quickly like I was some sort of threat.

            “Please sit down Samuel,” Mrs. Von Bleicken said with a tight smile. The atmosphere was so tense I could’ve cut it with a knife.

            “You have a beautiful home Mr. and Mrs. Von Bleicken,” I said trying to butter it up to them but it came out half-strangled.

            “Thank you very much, Samuel,” Mr. Von Bleicken said with the same strangled voice and tight smile. We ate in a tense awkward silence with Marissa throwing me looks that said “I’m so sorry” and I just shrugged as an answer. This was not going well.

            “So Samuel, you guys are graduating soon. What college do you plan to go to next year?” Marissa’s mom said with a wary expression on her face.

            “I was thinking of pursuing a career in music instead of going to college,” I said moving my peas around my plate.

            “Didn’t Marissa tell you she got accepted into Julliard School for the Arts?” She said accusingly. I felt Marissa tense up beside me.

            “I was going to tell you but I didn’t have the time preparing for dinner today,” she answered bitterly as though to tell her mom to shut up.

            “He needs to know that you’re leaving as soon as you graduate, dear,” Mrs. Von Bleicken said putting down her knife and fork. Marissa threw me a pleading look that caught her mom’s attention. “Don’t tell me you were thinking of rejecting Julliard! It’s the only thing that you’ve wanted since you were 6!” she said, poison dripping from her words. Her voice was a strange hiss that reminded me of snakes.

            “Mom, I just haven’t decided anything yet!” Marissa shouted back instead. I quickly looked at Marissa’s dad to help resolve this argument but he was more interested in his food than his wife and daughter. But then it set in, Marissa and I aren’t going to be together anymore.            

            “Thank you for the lovely food, Mr. and Mrs. Von Bleicken,” I said standing up, bowing a little before rushing out of the house before anybody could stop me. Pfft, who would stop me? I was some trouble-maker that lives alone and have no future unlike Marissa. She has everything and I hope she’d understand that we can’t continue. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her; it was that I wanted the best for her.

            I could hear Marissa shout my name out begging me not to leave but I just continued walking down the dim-lit pavement.

              The next week, I heard Marissa graduated earlier a month and wasn’t attending school anymore. I walked past her house seeing it empty without any sign of human life. I didn’t even say goodbye. I can’t remember much besides sitting on the front steps of her house, crying.

  Marissa’s POV

  4 years seemed to pass so fast and yet so slow at the same time. I got myself thinking about that argument I had with my mom in front of Samuel. Gosh, Samuel. I miss him so much.

            “You are never seeing that boy again!” My mom shouted at me as she furiously asked Ina, my maid to pack my things.

            “You don’t know how I feel! You can’t do that!” I shouted back tears clouding my vision.

            “I am your mother and I know better than some foolish school girl infatuation!” her words cut me like a knife.

            “You don’t know me anymore. I love Samuel and there’s nothing that you can do about it!” I said as I locked myself in my room in my room for the next two days, not eating, not drinking and not sleeping. By the third day, my mom had a locksmith break open my door and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital, pumped with medication. I mostly slept through it and when I was fully awake, I was in New York. The lengths my mom would go just to get me here. I was furious with her.

              I got into my car and put on my shades as the New York sun was too glaring. I cranked up the volume of the radio trying to numb the misery and depression.

“Right now in the studio we have Mr. Samuel Larsen everybody.”  I couldn’t believe my ears. Samuel? My Samuel? There was an applause before a more familiar voice spoke.

“Hello, Rick,” His voice made my heart skip a beat.

“So, you have a new album coming up and before we play your first single, why not tell us about it,” Rick, the radio announcer asked.  I quickly parked my car to the side not caring whether I’d be late for my acting classes.

“Well, you can say that the reason is not entirely original,” I heard him chuckle before he continued. “About four years ago, I was madly in love with this amazing girl. Back then I was known as the scary kid with no future and her parents didn’t approve. She got sent to Julliard a week later and I’ve never heard from her again,” his voice sounded solemn.

“Wow, do you know where she is now?” Rick too seemed taken aback from the story, our story.

“I’m guessing she’s in town but New York is so big I don’t think I can find her,” he said

“Well then, Samuel Larsen, everybody with his song ‘It Will Rain’ with a Q&A after it,” Rick said with his smooth bass voice over lapping the beginning of Samuel’s song, which I’ve never heard before.

  If you ever leave me baby, Leave some morphine at my door ‘Cause it would take a whole lot of medication To realize what we used to have, We don’t have it anymore. There’s no religion that could save me No matter how long my knees are on the floor So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m makin’ Will keep you by my side Will keep you from walkin’ out the door. Cause there’ll be no sunlight If I lose you, baby There’ll be no clear skies If I lose you, baby Just like the clouds My eyes will do the same, if you walk away Everyday it will rain, rain, rain... I’ll never be your mother’s favorite Your daddy can’t even look me in the eye Oooh if I was in their shoes, I’d be doing the same thing Sayin there goes my little girl Walkin’ with that troublesome guy But they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand Oooh well little darlin’ watch me change their minds Yeah for you I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding If that’ll make you mine Cause there’ll be no sunlight If I lose you, baby There’ll be no clear skies If I lose you, baby Just like the clouds My eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday it will rain, rain, rain... Don’t just say, goodbye Don’t just say, goodbye I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding If that’ll make it right Cause there’ll be no sunlight If I lose you, baby There’ll be no clear skies If I lose you, baby Just like the clouds My eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday it will rain, rain, rain...

    I couldn’t stop myself. My tears just overflowed listening to Samuel’s pain. I knew then what I had to do. I took out my phone and dialed the operator for the studio’s number and hit the gas pedal.

    Samuel’s POV

  Talking about Marissa was pretty painful, admittedly. I’ve never told anybody the story back in Ohio nor here in New York. I guess luck was on my side because I’ve made it. ‘It will rain’ was number one on the Billboard Charts and my album was underway. My dream was coming true but why did I still feel so empty inside?

            “So was that story true?” Rick asked me while my song was playing on the radio.

            “Every bit of it,” I said with a sad smile. Rick looked at me apologetically.

            “Don’t worry mate, you’re still young,” he said before I heard the ending notes of the song. “Good day today don’t ‘cha think, everybody?” Rick talked into the microphone. “We have Samuel Larsen here in our studios and he’ll be answering any questions so give us a call at 1-800-55062,” I glanced behind me and I heard telephones ringing in a distance. “So here’s our first caller through,” Rick said

            “Hi, my name is Amanda and I’m from downtown New York,” The caller sounded nervous.

            “Hi Amanda,” I said coolly with a smile on my lips. I could hear squeals of delight on the receiver and chuckled to myself.

            “Hi Samuel, I would like to ask where were you from before New York or are you a born and bred New Yorker?” The voice seemed calmer but still as excited.

            “I was from Lima, Ohio until recently when I came to New York to pursue a career in music.”

            “Next caller through,” Rick said cutting the girl off.

            “Hello, my name is Holly and I would like to ask you what’s the name of the girl you were in love with,” Ouch, good question.

            “I can’t tell her name in live radio,” I chuckled softly but loud enough for the caller to hear. “But I can tell you that it starts with an M”

            There were a few other questions like what was my favorite colour, any pets and my favorite TV program and I was quite thankful we had the last caller in.

            “Last caller, introduce yourself,” Rick said with a bored expression but kept the enthusiasm in his voice. I wonder how he does that.

            “Hi Samuel,” a soft voice rang out through my headphones. I froze as my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t find the right words.

            “Hi Marissa,” I said gulping down my saliva.

            “I heard your song just now,” she said nervous.

            “Yeah, meant every word of it,” I said a little darkly.

            “Listen, I’m outside the studio, maybe we could talk?” she asked, still with the nervous tremor to her voice.

            “I’m coming out now,” I said before almost running out the studio. I felt everybody’s gazes on me. I knew they heard everything on the radio and I felt a little bad for abandoning Rick that way but Marissa was the last caller through so I didn’t need to stay for more.

            I found my way out of the studio and I saw a beautiful girl with brilliant ginger hair flowing down her back. She was facing the opposite direction. I walked slowly, my heart beating in my ears. I was a few steps away from her before she turned around.

            “Hey,” she said, her expression unreadable.

            “Hey,” I said back. I felt so dumbstruck with Marissa in front of me. My Marissa.

            “I missed you,” she said her voice breaking a little. I looked closer and I could tell she was crying. I quickly closed the gap in between us to wipe her tears.

            “You have no idea how much I did too,” I said as she hugged me, crying on my shoulder.

            “I thought I lost you forever,” she said crying harder. I felt my own tears sting my eyes but I didn’t want to cry. It’ll just make her cry even harder.

            “You never could’ve lost me. I mean it when I told you I love you,” I said stroking her hair.

            “You still love me? After my mom made me leave you for four years?” she said looking into my eyes, a little disbelief in her voice.

            “I loved you since the day I laid eyes on you, Marissa Von Bleicken,” I said before slowly leaning forward feeling her soft lips on mine. I heard an ‘Awwww’ somewhere and I bet she did too so we looked around to see a crowd of people around us with cameras and hand phones out. We both laughed a little hysterically, high with the euphoria of being together, finally.

            “I love you too,” she whispered into my ear. I held her face in my hand and kissed her again while I heard furious clicking of cameras and phones. I felt her smile against my lips as I lifted her off her feet, carrying her back into her car.

            “Looks like you’re going to be famous,” I said jokingly as she started driving to God-knows-where.