Spaghetti
A silly, light-hearted piece inspired by the interview with Lisa Maxwell on The Bill website! Hope you enjoy it, it's not meant to be taken seriously! Please review! xXx
Samantha Nixon pushed open the front door of her flat and stepped inside. The heating was on and she was grateful of the warmth, she had had to park her car in the next street and it was cold outside. She could hear quiet humming from inside the flat as she shut the door and walked down the corridor. A smell hit her nostrils too, not an unpleasant smell though, not like when Stuart had been living with her and she had had to inhale his aftershave twenty four hours a day. She crept into the kitchen where she saw Phil stood over the stove, stirring a wooden spoon around in a saucepan. Phil was wearing an apron and Sam forced back a laugh when she saw him. Phil Hunter the domestic god? She never would have thought it!
"Good day?" She asked, walking into the kitchen and putting her handbag and keys down on the table.
Phil spun round in surprise, he had been so absorbed in his cooking that he hadn't noticed Sam come into the room. The wooden spoon went flying onto the work surface, leaving a splatter of tomato sauce in it's wake. Phil cursed under his breath, nothing he did ever went according to plan when Sam was around. It was like he couldn't even focus on the simplest things, like cooking spaghetti for instance, when she was near him.
Sam found it harder to suppress her laughter this time. She was a bit of a clean freak, especially when it came to her kitchen but she couldn't help finding Phil's situation amusing.
"It's not funny!" Phil said, seeing that Sam was having trouble keeping a straight face. He then burst out laughing too. "I was trying to surprise you." He said genuinely.
"Well, you certainly did that!" Sam laughed, picking up the spoon and handing it to him. She washed her hands at the sink and rolled her sleeves up. "C'mon let me help."
"It's okay Sam, go and put your feet up. It won't take me long." Phil insisted.
"I like my kitchen in one piece." She replied, wiping a splatter of tomato sauce from Phil's cheek. "And I like my food on the plate!"
Fifteen minutes later Sam and Phil sat down at the kitchen table with a plate of spaghetti bolognaise in front of them both.
"So, what are you going to whip up for pudding Jamie Oliver?" Sam joked, winding spaghetti around her fork.
Phil looked up in horror. "Pudding?!"
Sam laughed. "There is probably some ice cream in the freezer!"
"I knew there was something I'd forgotten!" Phil said, as he finished his last mouthful.
Later on Sam and Phil sat on the sofa, laying in each other's arms. Their empty ice cream bowls were on the floor beside them.
"You know what?" Sam asked, looking up at Phil's brown eyes.
"What?" He replied.
Sam smiled. "I think that was the best meal I've ever had!"
