fic ][ I understand dear, it's all been grand dear
{I...don't know. Something came over me to try and write them again. We'll see how it goes. Cora, as always, is penthouselawyer and used without permission but love. Sam is pianoman_jr and mine to use. I think it's set in Not A Love Song verse? It's changed names so much over the years I don't even know anymore. More simply put, themverse.}
Larry walked in the front door to hear shouting. It wasn't angry shouting, but it was shouting.
"You've got got be kidding me!" Cora's voice echoed down the hall.
"I'm not saying one is better than the other! I'm only saying this one has merit," Sam argued back. Larry moved down the hallway towards their voices.
"Actually, you did say this one might be better. Those were your words."
"There's nothing wrong with trying to improve a classic!"
"You don't screw with classics, Sam. They're called classics for a reason."
Larry came to a stop in the living room and found Sam and Cora sitting on opposite sides of the couch, with a bowl of popcorn between them. The TV was on and there were people dancing and singing on it. Larry glanced from the TV to the people on the couch and back again as they argued on.
"And you have something to say about every song they do! If you don't like it, you don't have to watch with me," Sam snapped.
Cora rolled her eyes and threw a popcorn kernel at him. "I never said I didn't like it. I'm making observations."
"Yeah, you're starting to sound like an old person," Sam retorted, throwing a piece of popcorn back. Neither seemed to notice Larry standing off to the side of things. He just watched the entire scene like it was a tennis match.
"Did you call me old?" Her brow shot up.
"You are old," Sam said, his tone teasing more than anything else at that point. Single pieces of popcorn were still being thrown back and forth. "I mean...I'm 21."
"Don't remind me," she grumbled. "And if you call me old again, you're grounded."
"You can't ground me," he laughed. Larry slipped back into the hall now so that he could watch and listen without them realizing he was there.
Cora looked to the TV again. "Look, I'm not saying this version doesn't have merit, but the original 'I Could Have Danced All Night' will always win out. Always."
Sam just shook his head. "Fine. You're right and I'm wrong."
"Good boy," she smirked, eating some popcorn.
"Ava makes me watch this with her every week, it's grown on me," he said after a pause.
Cora laughed. "You are so whipped."
"Am not."
"Yes you are."
Sam shook his head. "Like father like son?"
She grinned. "Exactly."
Sam rolled his eyes and they both turned back to the TV. Larry decided that was a good time to make his presence known, and he started to move forward, but he stopped when Cora spoke again.
"You know, you kinda look like-"
"No. I don't," Sam said quickly. "And don't ask me to sing 'Another One Bites The Dust'."
Larry smirked at that and finally did walk into the living room again. "Skipping school and work to sit around and watch Glee? What would your parents say?" Sam and Cora looked at each other, then at the same time they reached into the popcorn bowl and threw handfuls of popcorn at Larry. He closed his eyes as the food hit him.
"I have to go meet Ava anyway," Sam said, getting to his feet.
"So you have time to visit with Cora, but not me?" Larry asked his son.
"He likes me better," Cora spoke up from the couch.
Sam looked back at her and grinned, then looked at his dad. "Pretty much." He patted Larry on the shoulder and walked out. Larry turned to watch him go, then turned back to Cora.
His mouth opened to say something, but he paused, and the words that came out weren't the ones he had originally intended. "I'm not whipped." She snorted and just gave him a look. He stared for a moment and moved over to sit beside her. "I'm not."
She moved the bowl of popcorn and swung her legs around so that her feet rested in his lap. On instinct he started giving her a foot rub. She smirked. He paused and looked down, then looked over at her. She grinned and made a little whip-cracking motion. He dropped her foot, grabbed her in his arms, and pulled her underneath himself as he lay down.
"I'll show you whipped," he said, but the words were muffled as he kissed her.
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Larry walked in the front door to hear shouting. It wasn't angry shouting, but it was shouting.
"You've got got be kidding me!" Cora's voice echoed down the hall.
"I'm not saying one is better than the other! I'm only saying this one has merit," Sam argued back. Larry moved down the hallway towards their voices.
"Actually, you did say this one might be better. Those were your words."
"There's nothing wrong with trying to improve a classic!"
"You don't screw with classics, Sam. They're called classics for a reason."
Larry came to a stop in the living room and found Sam and Cora sitting on opposite sides of the couch, with a bowl of popcorn between them. The TV was on and there were people dancing and singing on it. Larry glanced from the TV to the people on the couch and back again as they argued on.
"And you have something to say about every song they do! If you don't like it, you don't have to watch with me," Sam snapped.
Cora rolled her eyes and threw a popcorn kernel at him. "I never said I didn't like it. I'm making observations."
"Yeah, you're starting to sound like an old person," Sam retorted, throwing a piece of popcorn back. Neither seemed to notice Larry standing off to the side of things. He just watched the entire scene like it was a tennis match.
"Did you call me old?" Her brow shot up.
"You are old," Sam said, his tone teasing more than anything else at that point. Single pieces of popcorn were still being thrown back and forth. "I mean...I'm 21."
"Don't remind me," she grumbled. "And if you call me old again, you're grounded."
"You can't ground me," he laughed. Larry slipped back into the hall now so that he could watch and listen without them realizing he was there.
Cora looked to the TV again. "Look, I'm not saying this version doesn't have merit, but the original 'I Could Have Danced All Night' will always win out. Always."
Sam just shook his head. "Fine. You're right and I'm wrong."
"Good boy," she smirked, eating some popcorn.
"Ava makes me watch this with her every week, it's grown on me," he said after a pause.
Cora laughed. "You are so whipped."
"Am not."
"Yes you are."
Sam shook his head. "Like father like son?"
She grinned. "Exactly."
Sam rolled his eyes and they both turned back to the TV. Larry decided that was a good time to make his presence known, and he started to move forward, but he stopped when Cora spoke again.
"You know, you kinda look like-"
"No. I don't," Sam said quickly. "And don't ask me to sing 'Another One Bites The Dust'."
Larry smirked at that and finally did walk into the living room again. "Skipping school and work to sit around and watch Glee? What would your parents say?" Sam and Cora looked at each other, then at the same time they reached into the popcorn bowl and threw handfuls of popcorn at Larry. He closed his eyes as the food hit him.
"I have to go meet Ava anyway," Sam said, getting to his feet.
"So you have time to visit with Cora, but not me?" Larry asked his son.
"He likes me better," Cora spoke up from the couch.
Sam looked back at her and grinned, then looked at his dad. "Pretty much." He patted Larry on the shoulder and walked out. Larry turned to watch him go, then turned back to Cora.
His mouth opened to say something, but he paused, and the words that came out weren't the ones he had originally intended. "I'm not whipped." She snorted and just gave him a look. He stared for a moment and moved over to sit beside her. "I'm not."
She moved the bowl of popcorn and swung her legs around so that her feet rested in his lap. On instinct he started giving her a foot rub. She smirked. He paused and looked down, then looked over at her. She grinned and made a little whip-cracking motion. He dropped her foot, grabbed her in his arms, and pulled her underneath himself as he lay down.
"I'll show you whipped," he said, but the words were muffled as he kissed her.
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