Story Time.

At this moment in time this story doesn't have a name. I usually don't come up with a name until halfway through...

I sat down at Tom’s desk and opened up his laptop. He had told me that I could go on it to write when I wanted to but this time when I turned his laptop on, there was no guest account. I growled. Tom wasn’t in and so I wasn’t able to go onto his account. I clicked on the little question mark next to his name for a clue to his password. That Girl. I typed in the name of his girlfriend - Samantha. Nothing. Samantha Releck. Nothing. Sam. Nothing. Sam Releck. Nothing. I gave up, grabbed my phone and phoned Tom. “Hey good-looking” Tom answered.

“Hey you. What’s your password” I laughed, being blunt.

“Password for what babydoll?” Tom asked.

“Your laptop. You deleted your guest account and I need to do some writing” I replied as I spun around on his spinny chair. “Oh that’s because I got a new laptop honey, it’s in my room on my chest of drawers. There is a guest account on there and you can go and write in your room with it if you want” Tom said.

“Oh okay, thank you biatch” I grinned, turning Tom’s laptop off.

“That’s not very nice” Tom laughed before I heard a female voice ask who he was talking to. “Sam I’m talking to Tee” Tom said away from the phone.

“I’m going now Tombo, that’s all I wanted” I said, getting up and heading out of the room.

“Oh okay. Well I’m back tonight after the shoot so I will see you then. Bye Tee” Tom said.

“Bye Tom” I said before hanging up. I went straight into his room and to his chest of drawers. “Since when did Tom have a Macbook?” I muttered to myself as I picked it up and carried it to my room. I turned it on before sitting down on my bed. It loaded up much quicker than his other laptop which made sense seeing as he had had the other thing for over 5 years. I went to click on the Guest account but noticed Tom’s picture. I clicked on it and it took over the screen. It was of me and him from his 18^th birthday. I grinned. I loved how it was of him and I and not of him and Sam. I clicked X before clicking onto Guest which automatically logged me in.

I put my memory stick into the computer which held all of my writing. (I’m not just a looser sat writing stories by the way; I am a journalist who writes for a living. My laptop broke the other week and I currently can’t afford to buy a new one) I opened up the article that I was working on which was about the current series of I’m A Celebrity. When I was given the task of sitting and watching what I would have watched anyway, I didn’t complain. This is the only thing that I have to do this month and although that involves continuously writing and emailing the producer so they can check and then update the website, I only have one main article to write. However, the article is coming across harder than I thought because I am close friends with one of the celebrities in the jungle and so I am trying not to be biased about him.

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