Flat Mates – Chapter 1
PC Samantha Nixon lay in bed and tried to block out the noise from the next room.
"Why do they always scream? It's not like he's a sex god!" She asked herself, turning over and pulling a pillow over her head.
"Shut up!" She shouted. "Some of us have work tomorrow!"
"You're just jealous!" A male voice on the other side of the wall shouted back.
She scowled and reached over for her ear plugs.
Samantha groaned as her alarm went off at 6.30 am the next morning. She yawned and reached over to her bedside table to turn the alarm off. She lay in bed for a few moments before getting up and wrapping her dressing gown around her. She put her slippers on and opened her bedroom door.
"What are you doing?" She asked, nearly falling over a young, dark haired woman picking up clothes from the floor.
"Sorry, I er … I'm just about to go. Just picking up my clothes." She replied
Sam rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen.
"Coffee?" Sam asked as the woman appeared in the kitchen.
"No thank you, I should get going. Can you give this to Phil?" The woman said, handing Sam a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
"Sure." Sam said, taking it from her, knowing that Phil would later bin it.
"I'm Aimee by the way." The woman said.
"Samantha." Sam replied.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"You and Phil. You're just flat mates right?" Aimee asked.
"Oh yes. Nothing more. I know how he treats wo ….." Sam replied before stopping herself.
"You know how he treats what?" Aimee asked.
"Umm … Worms! He hates them, kills them as soon as he sees them. But I think that's cruel, you know ….. They're living creatures as well." Sam lied.
"Does he really? That's awful!" Aimee replied looking horrified.
"Yeah well, that's Phil for you."
"Maybe I should take that number back." Aimee considered.
Sam handed it back to her.
"Thanks for the advice." Aimee said. "Bye."
"Yeah bye." Sam said, giggling to herself.
"Has she gone?" Phil whispered, creeping into the kitchen.
"Yup." Sam replied, handing him a mug of coffee.
"Good. What was all that about worms?" He asked.
"Well I was gonna say woman, but I thought that might put her off." Sam replied putting 2 slices of bread in the toaster.
"You put her off anyway with all that talk about the worms."
"Well I didn't know she'd be a worm freak!" Sam replied. "Anyway, it's not like you'd ever call her."
"I might have." Phil said.
"You haven't yet ….. So where did you meet her?"
"In Toko. You know, the new club in town. You should have come out, we had a laugh."
"I was tired. Not that I actually got much sleep once you got home." Sam replied.
Phil grinned.
"It's nothing to be proud of." Sam said, spreading marmite on her toast.
"Do I ever complain when you have a bloke?" He asked.
"Well no ….. But how often do I have a bloke?" Sam replied.
"Well it's not my fault you can't pull." Phil grinned.
"I can pull! I'm just selective on who I pull."
"Sure you are."
"It's your fault anyway." Sam replied.
"How is it my fault you can't pull?" He laughed.
"Because whenever we go out and I see someone I like you say 'You're not gonna try and pull that loser are you?'" She mimicked. "Or if I'm talking to someone I quite like, you butt in and say something to embarrass me."
"You're exaggerating." Phil replied, attempting to steal a piece of her toast.
"Anyone would think you didn't want me to get a boyfriend." She said, flicking his hand with her knife.
"Don't be stupid!" He laughed. "I'm going for a shower."
"Don't use my shampoo!" She shouted as he went out the room.
"I might do." He grinned, poking her head around the kitchen door.
"You dare and I'll bin your football shirt!" She shouted, running into his bedroom.
"Don't touch my shirt!" He said following her.
"Don't touch my shampoo then." She grinned, holding his shirt in her hands.
He considered for a moment. Sam held it over his bin, making him wince.
"Alright alright, I won't. Just put the shirt back ok?" He said.
"Deal." She replied with a sly grin.