Sam heard the door creak open and she saw Griffin walking in, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Want one?" Griffin asked as he referred to the cigarette in his hand, Sam smiled but shook her head.

"No thanks, I don't spoke"

"You serious?" Griffin asked shocked.

"Yeah I'm serious, my coach said it would ruin everything" Sam hung her head after the words had escaped from her lips, she had already said too much but to her surprise Griffin seemed to have not heard her or realised that she didn't want to talk about it.

"Wow, you should try" Sam smiled but shook her head again firmly.

"Maybe but not today"

"Cool, anyway where you from?"

"Seattle, you?"

"New York"

"Nice, I've been there"

"Really?"

"Yeah, a few times but I haven't been there for a while" Griffin breathed in and took a swig of the beer in his hand, he smiled at Sam sympathetically. He then stubbed the end of his cigarette and threw it out of the window before throwing the bottle out too. He noticed Sam looking at him seemingly appalled by his actions.

"What?" He asked.

"You shouldn't have done that"

"And?"

"That's it I guess"

"You have so much to learn, so much" He muttered as he left the room his sneakers squeaking loudly. Sam sighed and looked around the room; she noticed it wasn't really furnished with living room furniture except for the sofa, the book case and the piano. The piano looked old and shabby but looked perfect where it was, the book case was grand and looked like it was cared for and so did the sofa. There was nothing else in the room except for some old crates and that were covered in dust, one of them had a lamp sitting on top with an old sheet draped over it. Sam walked towards the piano and laid her fingers over the keys, she glanced at her hand, thin and scratched. She longed to play, to hear the music she so desperately wanted to play but knew she couldn't. Instead she sat down on the sofa and opened her bag to check she had everything. Her purse, her phone and charger, her car keys, a notebook, a music book and a photo. Her clothes and shoes were in her car, she had yet to bring them in. She closed her bag again and settled on the sofa, there was a chill coming from the window but Sam didn't mind, it was almost relaxing. She let her eyes close and the sounds of the ocean take her back to when everything was right, when her life was perfect and she was happy. Suddenly a loud bang startled her and made her sit up and open her eyes, she saw Carly with some carrier bags, her hair was windswept and her lips were once again blue from the cold.

"Hey!" She said happily, she planked the bag down and smiled at Sam. "I hope they've all been nice while I've been out" Sam nodded and replied

"Yeah they've been great, thanks"

"For what?"

"Letting me stay here" Carly swished her un-kept hair out of her face and smiled

"It isn't anything to do with me, I'm not the house" Sam laughed and saw Carly stifle a giggle.

"Okay, shall I thank the house then?"

"Maybe, anyway we have loads to do before the party!" Sam's eyes widened as Carly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into what looked like the kitchen.

"What party? I mean I heard Griffin mention parties earlier but I thought he meant later"

"We have parties all the time, I'm not joking!" Carly went back into the living room to grab her carrier bags, once she returned she pulled out a few bags of chips, nuts, some cake things and a massive box of chocolates.

"You think you have enough food?" Sam jokingly, Carly stepped back and looked at the table biting her bottom lip.

"Maybe, we might need more but I think we have some things in the cupboard form the last party" Carly smiled and started to arrange the food in pretty patterns on paper plates, once she was happy she turned to Sam and clapped her hands together.

"Come on, we need to get ready!" She then grabbed her arm and led her into a dirty, but bright hallway, she then led her into a small room cluttered with make-up, clothes, shoes and drink bottles. Carly didn't seem to mind the mess as she stepped over each object towards a pair of tiny black jeans and a bright pink tube top, she held them up to herself and looked at Sam expectantly.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Do you think it looks nice?"

"Yeah, it looks great" Carly smiled and grabbed a pair of stilettos off the floor; she then turned to Sam and cocked her head to the side.

"What are you gonna wear?"

"I have some clothes in my car?"

"Go get them"

"Okay" Sam left the room and headed back down the corridor into the kitchen, and then she walked through the living room and out the front door. She saw Freddie sitting on the grass, the wind blowing against his soft brown hair; he seemed oblivious to the coldness as he was wearing long shorts and a T-shirt with no shoes. He glanced up at her and smiled, the smile made Sam weak at the knees. He stood up as she walked to her car and opened the boot; she grabbed her duffel and flung it onto the ground.

"Hey" Freddie said.

"Hi, aren't you cold or something?"

"No, are you?"

"Freezing and I'm wearing a long sleeved top, jeans, shoes and a massive jumper" Freddie laughed and picked up her bag from the ground and flung it over his shoulder, he then opened the front door and let her pass under his arm. She felt the heat of his body as she brushed past him; she then walked into the kitchen with Freddie right behind her. He handed her the bag and smiled again

"Don't worry the parties aren't that bad"

"Good to know"

"You'll have fun" Sam smiled and turned away as she turned into the hallway

"Sure" She whispered to herself.