Chapter 1:
It had been a long day at work for Sam, especially as Tom had had the day off. She was tired and couldn't wait to get home. She dragged her bag out of the locker and locked up. She walked outside, then put her bag on her back and jumped on her bike. When she arrived home, she went straight up for a shower. She was just about to put the kettle on when the doorbell rang. She opened the door, and it was no suprise who was on the other side. It was Tom.
Her and Tom had been going through a bit of a rough patch recently, what with him flirting with other girls, not showing much interest in her. But it was days like these that she realised how much she missed him when he wasn't at work.
She welcomed him in with a smile, saying "Coffee? I was just about to put the kettle on."
"Go on then." He replied, and went to sit in Sam's living room; he knew his way around her house well.
"How was work without me?" He asked as Sam walked in with the drinks.
"The usual really." Sam didn't mean to be blunt, but she was so tired she couldn't help it.
"Okay. Didn't you miss me?" Tom said trying to make an effort to start the conversation.
"Not really, it was only one day." Sam smiled slightly.
"Come on, talk to me." Tom said, realising his attempts weren't working.
"I am talking to you!" Sam said with a confused expression on her face.
"No," Tom replied. "Talk to me like you used to." He continued, "You used to flirt with me, laugh with me, at least be able to sit on the same side of the sofa with me Sam! What happened to us?" He was trying not to get too angry.
"I'd rather not talk about this now Tom. I'm tired, I'll see you at work tomorrow morning." She replied.
"Sam you can't just kick me out!" He was starting to shout. As she edged him out of the door he was yelling her name, as she was about to shut it, he softly said, "Sam please."
"No Tom, tomorrow." She shut the door fully and leant against it. She felt a single thump against the door, heard footsteps down the path and then heard the car door slam shut and the engine start. She peered out of the window next to the door. She followed him with her eyes all the way down the road until he was completely out of sight. Then she walked through to the lounge and slumped on to the sofa, laying down with her eyes shut. She slowly fell asleep.
When she woke up she saw the clock on the TV box said 12:48. She poured the two mugs of undrunken coffee away, then returned to the lounge to turn the light off. Just as she was about to flick the switch, she noticed Tom's bag by the side of the sofa. 'Crap' she thought. Now she would have to face him tomorrow. She headed upstairs, with a bit of a headache and tried to get back to sleep.
Sorry it's short but there will be loads more in Chapter 2 and it seemed like a good place to break it off. So watch this space! Please R&R!
