Friends?
The days passed by, and Sam stayed cooped up in her house avoiding everyone. She couldn't force herself to go see anyone, since she'd run out of the hospital, and into the pouring rain. Tears running down her face. She had been so ashamed of herself for letting him nearly kiss her. Things couldn't go back to the way they were. She couldn't pretend to hate him. After all he had risked his freedom by taking the blame for her vicious assault on Dennis, but things couldn't move on. Seeing Kate had reminded her of his womanising ways.
Unbeknown to Sam, Phil felt the same. He had kicked himself for letting his lothario lifestyle ruin his chances with Sam. He had known her less than a week, but he already felt like he'd known her a life time. She was funny, brave smart, and attractive. When she had attacked Dennis, to protect him, passion filled his soul. He vowed from that moment on to change for her, do anything for her and to let nothing or anyone hurt her. That had been why he'd took the blame for the assault. Luckily, Dennis couldn't remember who the assailant was, and Phil was left off due to self defence. Dennis wasn't so lucky, he suffered from some memory loss and ended up with 6 months in a juvenile centre. All this didn't matter to Phil. All that mattered was that he spoke to Sam. Patched things up. Start things from fresh.
He stood outside the house. His heart pounding. He'd got the address from Honey, who was determined to unite the pair. He knocked on the door, and she opened it, shocked to see him standing there.
'Can I come in?' He asked gently.
'Yeah, sure. So they let you out then.' Sam replied, referring to his release from hospital.
'Yeah, and the police let me off as well.'
'That's great. I'm so pleased for you.' She smiled, and his heart melted. She did look genuinely pleased.
'Look I'm…' they both said at the same time.
'You go first.' Sam told Phil.
'I'm sorry about the way I treated you. I was awful to you.'
'Look it was nothing. I was as bad. I mean you were so kind protecting me from the police like that.' Sam told him, stroking his warm muscular arms, trying to avoid his gaze.. He shivered under her touch and , pulled her head up so he could look into her green eyes.
'It was nothing.' He shrugged. 'I owed you one any way for acting the way you did. He could of killed me.' He grinned.
'As if!' She laughed.
'So are we friends?' He asked. Nervous of what her answer would be.
'Course.' And she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. Phil, felt so happy with her body so close to his. Nothing could ruin this moment.
'Sam, can I have a drink please?' They both turned to look at a smarmy looking kid, with greasy brown hair.
'Oh yeah. Phil this is Stuart. He came to see how I'm settling in. Isn't that nice?' Sam introduced them.
'Yeah. That's great.' Phil answered through gritted teeth, already hating the smarmy looking kid.