You all hate me and i'm so sorry but here it is, short and sweet but still it's better than nothing, hope you enjoy it. Love Punk, who doesn't aaaaaah don't think i can wait a full month until he returns, he's breaking my heart. well okay - but i hope i can get to see him in november because he's coming to manchester yayayayayayay
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She had planned to stay in bed for a little while longer, not quite ready to face the day just yet until she felt a weight on her chest accompanied by the unmistakeable smell of dog's breath. She peeked one eye open and came face-to-face with the adorable rascal.

"Hey Kenz"- She groggily greeted him, patting his head. Kenz greeted back by placing his sandy paws on her chest and nuzzling his face into her neck giving her several sloppy licks.

"Aw, c'mon… that's not fair"- She giggled while trying to cover her neck from his sudden attack of affection. She sat up and he settled down on her lap, nibbling on her hands. She immediately knew what he wanted.

She brought her face down, pressing her nose against his wet one "You want me to scratch you, eh?"

Slowly, she began to scratch his belly loving how completely content he looked. He slowly raised his paw, wanting her to scratch his chest, his favourite area which she also knew was a weakness for him below. So, she decided to strike up a bargain.

"I will scratch harder if you promise not to let one rip on my face, deal?"

Kenz merely turned his head to his side and she began to scratch his chest, his breaths were coming out in quick pants.

"Who's a good boy?"- She cooed, alternating between scratching and rubbing his belly, earning satisfied grunts from Kenz. "Who's a good boy?"

She heard a chuckle coming from the doorway, snapping her head up, she saw Phil leaning in the doorway, a smile on his lips. Feeling as if she'd been caught red-handed and immediately stopped scratching Kenz and met his eyes. Most of the time he exuded charisma and coolness, right now it was the complete opposite, his eyes betrayed him, he looked tired bordering on exhaustion. She wanted to ask him if he was okay, the question lingered on her lips but she bit it back thinking back on last night and the promise she had made herself.

"Sorry to interrupt, I was just… looking for him"- He finally spoke, snapping her out of her reverie "We came back from a walk and he just bolted". Her only response was a nod, she was about to move her leg from underneath Kenz's head when he let out a loud whine. An uneasiness settled in her stomach, fully knowing the reason behind it.

C'mon Kenz! For once just side with me.

During the light and better years of their friendship, Kenz had witnessed his fair share of fights between them and often acted as a mediator. If he was in the same room he would just whine until they both had to come together and scratch him, making them forget about why they even fought in the first place.

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat across from her, his knee bumping hers as he scooted closer. She continued scratching Kenz's ear as Phil began to scratch under his chin, both of their actions immediately silenced Kenz's whines.

The jolt of electricity that tore through her when his fingertips brushed against hers, took her by surprise. How was she supposed to stay mad at him when she still had these reactions? And this came just from a slight touch of his hand?

The next thing she knew he was taking her hand in his, the warmth of his touch emanating through her, sending shivers up her spine. He turned her hand over in his lap, tracing patterns on the inside of her wrist, as if coercing her to reminisce on the last time he had done that.

"Please, stop"- She uttered, blinking back the sting of tears that were threatening to fall. He mutely nodded, removing his hand from hers not before he dragged his fingertips across her wrist, ever so slowly.

"Right, you told me"- He admitted in a defeating tone, just below a whisper, as if scolding himself for forgetting. "I am sorry"

Something deep inside her ached to reach out and wrap her arms around him but instead she stood up from the bed, creating more space between them as she eyed the door silently hoping that he would just leave and add nothing else.

Picking up Kenz, he got up off the bed and walked past her without saying another word, or even looking at her and she was glad of it. The less said, the better.

She walked into the bathroom, needing to splash some water on her face. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't heard Henry walk into the room, preparing their bags to take them downstairs. They were headed back to the city with Colt and Brad and she was grateful for it, the last two days had screwed her up enough already.

"Alright, you're up! I was beginning to feel like I was going to have to douse you with water"- Henry told her playfully, pulling her into his arms her back resting against his broad chest. He laid a kiss on her shoulder and she eased into his embrace.

"Sam! You have thirty minutes to get ready and get your ass down here or we are leaving without you"- Their heads snapped up, after hearing Brad's yell coming from downstairs.

"Damn! Alright, let me get ready before they come upstairs and kill me"- She gave him a quick kiss before ushering him out of the bathroom and hopping in the bath for a quick shower. She settled under the hot stream of water, letting it ease her mind. She had somehow made it through the weekend with some sanity left. The full realization of the fact that things were never going to be normal between her and Phil settled in her head.

A part of her wanted to break down and cry but what for? She had already done that one too many times and in the end, what good did the tears ever do?

As soon as she got him out of the bathroom, Henry began to pack some of his clothes that he had placed in the drawers. After finishing packing all his things, he noticed she was all packed except for some things she had left on her bedside table.

He grabbed her overnight bag and packed her sweaters that had been hanging off the bedpost and noticed her book on the bedside table, open and face-down. He picked it up and noticed a picture slide out of it, bending down to pick it up, he flipped it over curious to know what it was.

He heard a knock on the door behind him, turning he found Katie standing in the room with one of his hoodies in her hand.

"You almost forgot this thought I'd come by and return it"- She said extending her arm, offering him his hoodie. Taking it from her, he offered her a smile.

"Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you"- he added, not really knowing anything else to say to her. They've only met twice and even though she hadn't really made an effort to get to know him, he couldn't deny that there was something… off about her. Maybe it could be that he has been hanging out a little too much with Chez and her opinions towards the girl just rubbed off on him, either way he had to agree with Chez somewhat.

"You're very welcome"- She replied "You know I am glad to finally see Sam with someone, not going to lie but for a while there I was growing a bit… concerned"

Her comment felt more like a line, but he couldn't fight the curiosity so he decided to bite.

"Concerned?"

"Well, yes. Samantha has always had a bit of a crush on Phil, it was a bit sad actually. The poor girl just wouldn't get the hint and it was all one-sided"- She coyly added. "But you can sense there's still something there"

"Excuse me?"

"C'mon, really?"- She replied, a skeptical look playing across her features. "You haven't noticed the way she looks at him. I would say something but I have before and it just doesn't seem to register"

And with that she just turned and left.

He wasn't daft, he often got the feeling that something had happened between them, even though Sam always told him otherwise. However, every single time he brought up the subject, she became evasive and would close up, not before reassuring him the same thing. We are just friend, nothing more. Yet, he couldn't help but think that Katie was right.

He looked down at his hand, the picture there as if taunting him.

A picture of Sam and Phil, both passed out, in each other's arms.

Whatever *it* was between them, he intended to get to the bottom of it.