Following Mark's departure and a hasty dinner Sam and Tom retired to bed, leaving Zoe up in the living room to watch a late night movie. Unfortunately for her there only appeared to be horror movies on so as she sat curled in a ball on Sam's not so lumpy couch staring at the 37 inch screen like it was about to eject the monsters that were devouring people into the living room she was consciously aware of the fact that it was very unlikely she was going to get any sleep.
When the movie was finished Zoe turned off the TV and stood up, stretching the cramp out of her left leg with a slight moan before walking slowly over to the kitten and pouring herself a glass of milk and downing it as quickly as possible. This course of action was immediately regretted as she felt the full effects of brain freeze almost instantly, and was left cringing until the effect wore off.
"Er… Zoe? You ok?" Tom asked as he came into the kitchen.
"Oh Tom!" Zoe exclaimed, jumping about a foot in the air.
"Are you alright?" Tom asked once again, staring at her frightened expression with confusion.
"Oh I'm fine! I just watched a horror movie and drank some freezing cold milk which… never mind. Are you thirsty?" Zoe asked, hastily brushing over the subject.
"No but Sam is hungry and too lazy to get out of bed." Tom said with an amused smile.
"Wait... you two are sleeping in the same room?" Zoe asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Well…yeah. She keeps having nightmares and I'm good at calming her down…." Tom said slowly.
"I know about the nightmares, Sam has quite a scream. You should have bought that up in the psychiatrist's office." Zoe said before rolling her eyes as Tom folded his arms and looked away.
"That guy was an idiot." He stated.
"Maybe so but yelling at the guy didn't do any good."
"It made me feel better." Tom said moodily.
"We're not trying to make you feel better; it's Sam that's the focus here." Zoe said pointedly.
"I know, Zoe. I know. I just don't think that guy could have helped her," Tom said sternly, before adding "I need to get her a snack before she comes down here herself and starts moaning about how long I'm taking."
"Of course." Zoe said, steeping aside and allowing Tom access to the kitchen.
The rest of the night Zoe assumed went by quickly for Tom and Sam, as she heard several shouts of laughter as she tried to get comfortable in the spare room. Unfortunately for her it was near on impossible to relax enough to fall asleep when your mind is full of ghastly images form a horror film so by the time morning came around she was in a positively foul mood.
"Shut up." Was the first thing that spilled out of her mouth when she stepped ito the kitchen.
"We didn't say anything." Sam said with a frown.
"I know, it was a pre emptive warning for you to shut it before I blow a gasket." Zoe said moodily.
"I'm not following." Tom stated as he and Sam stared at the bags under Zoe's normally sharp eyes.
"You two spent the entire night giggling and laughing like a pair of love struck teenagers sharing a bed for the first time. The noise you were making combined with the fact I though it was a wonderful idea to watch a late night horror movie made it completely impossible for me to fall asleep. So, before you think of saying anything, shut up." Zoe said as she drank from a milk carton.
"Yes ma'am." Sam said as she raised her eyebrows at Tom.
The rest of the morning did no go by swimmingly, for a door to door salesman had the distinct pleasure of enduring Zoe's infuriated shrieks as he tried to sell her an imitation Rolex watch for the same price as the real thing. Following that Tom and Sam has hastily retreated out of the living room and back upstairs, but unfortunately for them had thought it a good idea to leave the door open and so half an hour of laughter and chatting later and they were forced to deal with a disgruntled looking Zoe yelling at them for making too much noise to which Sam replied by timidly handing her a pair of earplugs.
A few hours later and Sam decided to sneak downstairs and check if their plan was working as Zoe was actually asleep, to which she was able to blow out a relieved sigh at the sight of her snoring on the couch with the ear plugs stuffed in her ears.
"Hey Tom! It's safe!" Sam called.
Tom quickly crept down the stairs, holding Sam's jacket as he got his arms through his own. When they were dressed they both stepped towards the front door and quietly opened it before closing it shut behind them.
Out on the street they blew out a sigh of relief.
"Phew." Tom said with a smile.
"Yeah…" Sam said.
After a brief moment of silence where the simply stared at each other waiting for the other person to move, Sam said:
"Is this a date or a staring contest?"
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I'll update again as soon as I can.