Story Time Friday :D

Sam stood back, allowing me in. I walked in and headed straight to the downstairs toilet. What did she mean; don’t steal anything else from her? I have never stolen anything from anyone, yet alone Sam.

I left the toilet and went and stood awkwardly into the hall. “Treesy, come here” Tom called out from the living room. “Why the fuck do you need to get her involved?” I heard Sam say to Tom.

“Because she will agree that this is mine and not yours” Tom yelled.

“Because she is your bloody best friend! She hates my guys so no wonder she will agree with you!” Sam shouted back. “TREASURE COME HERE” Tom yelled. I sighed before I walked into the living room. “Is this mine or is this Sam’s?” Tom asked, holding up a McFly towel.

“I have no idea” I replied, not wanting to get involved.

“Don’t you remember Tee? I came back from the studio like 2 months ago with it and asked you what you thought of it as a merch idea. You liked it and said that fans would like wrapping themselves in McFly which made me laugh hysterically for ages” Tom said. Of course I remembered.

“Actually yeah I do remember that” I muttered.

“Yeah I know Tom you got that but then you bought one over here to show me and gave it to me” Sam said. “Why the hell would I give you a towel with the name of the band that I am in? And more to the point, why the hell would you even want one? You fucking hated the band!” Tom shouted.

“Fine, keep the fucking towel. And I never hated the band. I just hated the fact that Harry always stared at me and spoke to me more than you ever fucking did. A girl wants more than just sex Tom. Sometimes it is about the little things like stares or cuddles or little words like beautiful or gorgeous. But I never got that from you. Only from Harry!” Sam shouted.

“It’s a fucking two way street Sam. When have you ever called me anything apart from my name? I do call you honey and sweetie and all that. And why should I always be the one to initiate a hug? Why can’t, for once, you come and give me one?” Tom growled.

“Honey and sweetie, yeah? Every fucking person calls me honey and sweetie. My bloody dad even calls me honey and sweetie! But that’s not romantic, is it?” Sam growled.

“I give up. I’m just going to take my stuff and leave. Thank you Sam” Tom said as he handed me the towel and 3 dvds. “Why the hell are you thanking me?” Sam asked as Tom picked up a box full of his stuff. “For being such a fucking bitch and giving me a reason to end it with you” Tom replied before he lead the way back to the car. I followed, not saying anything. I unlocked the car and Tom put his stuff into the boot and I did the same with the stuff that I was holding.


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PS: I don't know why the text style suddenly changes...