"Your couch is the most uncomfortable thing known to mankind."
Sam had been a disgruntled wreck last night so naturally Zoe, her anger at Sam apparently forgotten, had invited herself for an overnight stay. Little did she know before she declared this that Sam was not in possession of a house with a spare room, and so Zoe was forced to put up with the world's lumpiest couch.
"I told you the floor would have been more comfortable." Sam replied as she sipped her morning coffee.
"I am wearing a £300 jacket. There is no way I am putting it anywhere near your floors- which I may add look like they haven't been cleaned in months."
"Well it has been a couple since I was in here." Sam replied pointedly.
"Then how come every other surface doesn't even have a speck of dust on it? In fact this place looks like it hasn't even been lived in!" Zoe asked, staring around her.
"Well by what Tom told me I've spent three quarters of my time in the hospital and the rest of it in the pub. I think the on call room must have looked more like home than this place at that point."
The act of dropping his name into a conversation made her mood distinctly frostier. Sam had resigned to not thinking about Tom, as every time she did it made her feel like throwing something and a million and one questions began buzzing around her mind. Did start to love her after her memory loss or did her love her beforehand? Was he ever planning on telling her? Why did he tell her then?
Sam was immediately snapped out of her stupor by Zoe moaning and groaning as she placed her hands at the pains of her spine and leant back, stretching out the aches and pains Sam's couch had caused her. When she was finished she moved passed Sam and into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring herself some coffee. She thenn gulped it all down in one session before moving back to the living room and slumped down on her most hated item of furniture in the room.
"What are you planning on doing today?" Zoe asked with a small sigh.
Sam shrugged before replying, "No clue."
"Do you want to go and see him?" Zoe asked, remembering that Sam was far more likely to answer if his name was kept out of the conversation.
"NO." Sam said firmly.
"Fair enough. So what are you going to do today?"
Sam took a moment to look around the room for inspiration before replying, "The vacuuming."
"Good idea." Zoe replied, staring at the dust carpet once again.
In truth vacuuming was the only thing she could think of that meant she didn't have to talk to Zoe, as the noise should put pay to that. Sam didn't want to think about Tom, let alone talk about him, but unfortunately her mind had other ideas.
She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since he made his confession of love. Those unanswered questions were going to keep bugging her until she got some answers, and unfortunately for him getting answers meant having actual human contact with him, or at least picking up the phone.
Right now Sam knew that no good would come of her talking to Tom, as she was far too angry at him. He had let her stay in his house as a guest, had supported her through his whole nightmare and even let her kiss him when all the while he loved her and he didn't think to bring that particular piece of information up at any point. Wonderful.
"Hello? Where are you? At home? You sound like- What? You idiot! Stay where you are I'm coming over… No I don't think Sam wants anything to do with you right now."
As soon as Sam turned the hoover off she was greeted by the sound of Zoe talking to someone in a hushed tone.
"That was Tom wasn't it?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes… And he apparently thought that a bottle of vodka was the answer to all his troubles last night so now he has the hangover from hell. Do you want to come-"
"No."
"Well then I'll see you when I get back. This should only take a couple of hours." Zoe said, making her way towards the door after straightening her jacket.
"See you then." Sam replied as she listened for the shutting of her front door.
When she finally heard that sound she breathed out a sigh of relief. No more Tom talk for a while.
Sam quickly discovered however that even though Zoe was gone and every distraction was removed she couldn't stop her mind from going back to Tom. She found herself thinking about that kiss, how drunk she had gotten after she had kissed him and who had saved her, not to mention the fact that when she first woke up despite not knowing that they knew each other she seemed more than happy to talk to him, even if it was to call him a boy toy.
Maybe those feelings Tom had for Sam were reciprocated in some way?
…
That's all for now, folks!
See you next weekend!