EVANS, sam

[sam evans]

SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS
SIXTEEN | JUNIOR | NEW DIRECTIONS | CHORD OVERSTREET
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"you turned into a pretty little waste of my time"

FULL NAME: Samuel Gryffin Evans
NICKNAMES: Sam, Sammy, Trouty, Trouty Mouth, Lady Lips, Froggy Lips, Fishface
AGE: Sixteen
MEMBER GROUP: New Directions
CANON/ORIGINAL: Canon
PLAY-BY: Chord Overstreet

THANKS, DUDE.
SO WHY DON'T YOU TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF?

" Well, my name's Sam - no, I do not like green eggs and ham. Sam's short for Samuel - Samuel Gryffin, actually; my dad wanted me to be one of those awkward two-name kids...it didn't really work out. I've always just been Sam. Guys on the football team sometimes call me Evans, though, and I've had girlfriends call me Sammy...I've also had girlfriends call me Trouty Mouth and Froggy Lips, though, but that's Santana and we won't get into that. She's kind of mean...but I love her anyways. Just as a friend, though.

I'm going to be junior this year, which makes me one year younger than most of my friends....Kurt, Puck, and Mike are both seniors this year; so are Santana, Rachel, and Mercedes, who are all good friends of mine from glee club...Artie and Blaine are juniors, though, and Rory's a sophomore, which makes him younger than I am...I tend to get along with everybody - or, at least, I try. I've never seen the point in being a jerk to people. People like Rick the Stick never get anywhere in life. You've gotta know how to sweet-talk to get what you want. I try to be more genuine than that, though...those people who're all smooth and stuff and try to be cool are all just posers. Nobody wants to hang out with them unless they're a poser too...trust me; I know what it's like. I used to care a lot about what people thought about me back before more important things started mattering more.

Things I like? One of the obvious ones would have to be sports. I'm on the football, baseball, and hockey teams - yes, I know; hockey. It doesn't make me a douche, though; it just means I have to hang out with a bunch of 'em four days a week every winter. I grew up on sports. My parents raised me on them - or, at least, my dad did. He's one of those real manly guys...very Christian, too. I was raised on tolerance, but my dad doesn't really practice what he preaches. He knows I have gay friends and let's just say he doesn't like it. Just because they're gay doesn't mean I am, though. I'm pretty straight. I dunno. I guess I'd be open to anything...what do they call that? Bicurious? I don't know.

Anyways, other stuff I like...music, definitely. Another thing I was raised on. That was my mom; she used to be one of those groupie-types when she was my age, so she's always been a fan of, like, the classic rock stuff, like KISS and Queen. I'm open to all kinds of stuff, but Mr. Shue only really has us sing pop and 80's music. I think we need to shake it up, though. It gets so boring pulling the same cards out every year. If we want to win Nationals this year, I think we need a real rock number...but nothing too crazy. Maybe My Chemical Romance or something like that. I'm not saying we should get on that stage and go all Steven Tyler Aerosmith on them, but something different would be pretty cool. Nobody listens to me in glee club, though. I guess I don't matter as much because I'm not a senior. This year has been all about the seniors so far, maybe because Finn and Rachel have been running the show with Mr. Shue gone...and, don't get me wrong, I love Rachel - a lot, like a big sister or like...well, nevermind - but I'm kind of tired of hearing her sing. Quinn's got a pretty voice; so do Mercedes and Brittany and Santana. I don't see why it's the Finn-and-Rachel-duet show all the time. I mean, I'd love to sing sometime, too. I would sing with Rachel if that's what it took. I've always kind of wanted to sing with her...

I also love Star Wars, which is really nerdy of me, I know, but they're the best movies of all time...besides, of course, Avatar. James Cameron's Avatar is not only my favorite movie, but it is the only movie. It is The Movie. I'm even fluent in Na'vi. Everyone thinks I'm crazy 'cause of it, but I don't really care. Let them think what they want. I'll speak whatever language I darn well please, thank you very much.

Yeah, I know - 'Haha, you said darn - that's so lame!' I don't really swear, though. I dunno. Makes me kind of uncomfortable. My parents always told me not to do that stuff, and you know how kids are - little kids are scared of doing anything their parents don't want them to - but then we hit high school and all of a sudden everyone was doing it. I just...don't. I dunno. It's not like I'm scared I'll get in trouble; my dad swears and stuff, I just don't think it sounds all that smart...and I have trouble sounding smart as it is. I'm dyslexic and don't really make the best grades, but I'm working on it...reading is hard, though, so I don't have a great vocabulary. It's just really frustrating when you just want to learn like everyone else and all the words keep floating around on the page. Letters get screwed up a lot, too, like 'm' and 'n' or 'i' and lowercase 'l.' I grew up with it, so I've kind of had to adapt as time went on, but it was always frustrating. I would get so mad because I didn't understand, like, why I had to be in all the academic help programs or in conversational Spanish. I'm in all the easy classes, which is disappointing. I love writing but we don't get to do enough of it in my English class because they're too busy just trying to get us to read and understand the books. It also means I'm stuck with a lot of the kids I don't like, like Rick the Stick and Azimio. There's another dyslexic girl in my math class, too, but I don't know her name. She looks nice, though.

I also like comic books - only the good Marvel ones, though; Batman and all that DC stuff is kind of lame. I always wanted to be a superhero when I grew up. I guess I liked the idea of being able to swoop in and save the day...I wanted to be Captain America, but I always kind of felt more like the Incredible Hulk - all misunderstood and stuff. Now I guess that's not so bad...I mean, the Hulk's a good guy underneath. It's not his fault he turns into a giant green monster. When I was little, though...well, I dunno. I guess I just wanted the super-cool shield. "

AWESOME.
AND HOW DID YOU GET TO BE SO COOL?

" Cool...little ironic, don't ya think? Haha...well, I got to be who I am through a number of things. I guess if you want to look at it literally, it all started on May 15th of '95, because that's when I was born....or you could look at it nine months earlier when I was conceived...it's your choice. My mom always jokes that she knew I was gonna be special from the minute she went into labor, because I was exactly on time - and that's really rare, to actually be born on your due date. I was a pain in the butt coming out, though, so they had to put my mom out and do a C-section. As a baby, I wasn't really anything special. I would run around the house banging on everything like it was a drumkit - bet ya didn't know, but I play the drums, too. Guitar and drums. That's one step ahead of Finn Hudson, Mr. Drums-Only and Star of the Glee Club.

Anyways, I'll skip ahead to how I actually got to Lima, because I have enough funny stories from my childhood to fill up the Harry Potter series-worth of books....I was fourteen, just starting freshman year, when my dad got a call from his company saying that he would need to be transferred. Now, back then, his job was really important to him - it was, like, all he ever did or cared about in life - so it was pretty freakin' amazing when he told us that he'd gotten the offer, but he'd convinced them to put it off until I finished freshman year. The downside, I guess, was that we would still have to pick up everything and move down to Ohio until the office opened - it just wouldn't open until my freshman year was over. To put it lightly, my mom was pissed. Stacie was still only a toddler, and Stevie was just starting first grade, so she had a lot of stuff on her hands. She really didn't want to pick up everything and move. Now Dad says it was the hardest thing he ever did, but he compromised with her: he told her to stick behind for a year and get things settled, and 'I'll take Sammie down now.' Mom was really, really upset. I've always been kind of a mama's boy, so it kind of tore her apart, not getting to see me much. We Skyped on big holidays but you could see how the kids were wearing her out. What Dad didn't really think about was how much I helped her take care of them, I think.

They moved out a year later, which meant we had to change houses, because we'd just been living in an apartment in Westerville. The office was going to open in Akron, but since it wasn't open yet, I hardly ever saw my dad - he just sat in his room all day on his computer and would yell at me when he thought I should eat or sleep or do homework. I went to a really prestigious school back then called Dalton Academy - Dad made good money back before he lost his job, so he could afford the tuition - so I had a hard time keeping up. Grades-wise, I think they went easy on me because I was dyslexic, and I had a couple of tutors...one guy named Blaine. It was weird when he transferred to McKinley because I hadn't seen him in so long, but Kurt talked about him all the time, so I was just really happy for them I guess.

We moved out to Lima when Mom and the kids came, which Dad thought would suit us all better since it was a suburb. It was a little farther from the office than Westerville was, but he was willing to drive if it meant we could have a nice house in a small town with the white-picket fence and the illusion of happiness. My parents fought a lot - they fight even more now that money's a big issue. It's harder for us now, though, because we're in a much smaller space. They don't always think about Stevie or Stacie when they're doing it, I don't think, because half the time they crawl out of their sleeping bags and wiggle into mine. I can never sleep when Mom and Dad are going at each other's throats, but I guess having someone who knows how you feel helps them because usually it knocks 'em right out. I've seen and heard a lot of things, though, pretending to sleep, and really, I don't even know why they stay married.

Quinn knew how I felt about that sort of thing when I moved here - we'd started dating really quickly, as soon as I'd dislocated my shoulder and joined glee club, and we talked a lot...sometimes I felt like it was her doing all the talking, though. Her mom had just kicked her dad out the year before, though, because she'd been pregnant...Quinn had been through a lot, and when she cheated on me, I probably should have cut her some more slack. She's such a strong person, and I don't think she realizes how good she is. Her dad kicked her out of the house when she got pregnant, so I think that's why she constantly wants a guy telling her she's worth it. I have a really bad temper, though - get that from my mom, actually; surprise! - so when I caught her with Finn I just...lost it. I couldn't stay with her. Couldn't forgive her. I don't think I ever will. When she broke up, she took a part of me with her. I mean, I thought I loved her. Then it just...ended. It hurt a lot, and I think the people who knew me really well saw how much it affected me. I know my mom did, and I know the kids did...Dad, not so much; he gave me a slap on the back and a hearty, "It's okay, son," but it really wasn't 'okay.' I started dating Santana a couple weeks later - mainly because she came onto me, and when we were making out I couldn't really think about Quinn. Santana was really, really mean, though, and tried to change just...everything. I'd do or say something and she'd be like, "If you want to stay on top, don't ever do that again," or sometimes, "If you want to stay with me, that's going to have to change." Now I guess I know that Santana was just a distraction. I feel like I should've known better than to actually go out with her.

We never really broke up formally; we just kind of...dissolved. I got over Quinn eventually, but mainly because I had to - one day I just came home and all of our stuff was on the lawn, there was a big sign out front, and Mom was crying. Dad was trying to argue his way out of it, and that was when he finally admitted that he'd lost his job. He was a lawyer and I guess he just had a bunch of bad losses so people stopped hiring him and the firm let him go. You would think it would be easy for a lawyer to find new work, but not in this economy - not with his track record. When the IRS took our house, we had to go live in a motel off the highway from school and the city a couple towns over, because that was the only place Dad could job-hunt. He would take the bus into town every day, Mom would stay and sometimes freelance write from home or something, and we would all go to school and act like it never happened. I, especially, didn't want anyone finding out. I was above caring about popularity by then - we'd lost literally everything. What little things we got to keep, we'd had to sell...Stacie's favorite toys. The old Playstation and all of Stevie's Mario games. My guitar. Everything. I just really didn't want them all making fun of me on top of how hard it already was. I didn't think I'd be able to take it.

Mom started working away from home a couple months later, because we were really struggling - they didn't want us to know, I don't think, but they yelled so much that it was like, 'How could we not know?' I had to start picking Stevie and Stacie up from school...took them to football or hockey or baseball practice, which Stevie really loved but Stacie couldn't stand, and then might spend an extra couple bucks buying them fries or a milkshake to share from McDonald's on the way home. That was a treat. McDonald's might seem like really crappy food, but we're barely eating. Eventually Dad suggested that I get a job, just on the weekends, which killed my social life but I agreed to it. I worked at a couple different places that just weren't paying well enough when I got this brilliant idea: something with tips. I delivered pizzas for awhile, which was good because I was perfect with delivery times - always one minute before the pizza would be free - and always really sweet and nice to the customers. But it just wasn't paying well enough, so I took a big risk and took a job at a gay bar called Scandals in one of the shadier parts downtown. It was...embarrassing, to say the least, especially when in walked Kurt Hummel and his boyfriend that one night when I was set to go on...he told everyone. I don't think he meant it to be a jerk, but it killed my social life. I lost a lot of friends and nobody really wanted anything to do with me anymore. People either called me a 'man-whore' or it was 'homo' or 'faggot.' It was probably the worst thing I've ever experienced.

This year I'm just trying to recover from all that - I quit the job, but I would go back in a second if my current job ever stopped paying as well, and I just wish people understood why. It's hard to get it unless you've been through it, though - all the shouting and tears, the week of living on the streets while you tried to find somewhere cheap enough to go. I guess my only goal is really to make some friends, get my old friends back, and win Nationals. It would be nice if we could get Mr. Shue out of trouble, too, but I don't know. I don't have that much faith in people anymore. "

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