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“Oh just fuck off Tom. And you Keats. How fucking dare you, it’s all your fault” Sam screamed.

“Ignore her gorgeous” Tom said as we got into the car. Tom ran his window down but stayed staring straight ahead. “Actually Keats, you’re welcome to him. He’ll only do the same to you as he did to me. He’s not even any fucking good in bed” Sam shouted. I ignored her and drove off.

“What did Sam mean that I’m welcome to you and that you’ll do the same thing to me as you did to her?” I asked after a couple minutes of silence.

“She thinks I ended it with her because we were having an affair” Tom muttered.

“You what!? Why didn’t you correct her!? And you broke up because she lied about being pregnant!” I shouted.

“Shh alright, I’ve had enough fucking shouting to last me the rest of the year. I did correct her but you know what she’s like, she never bloody listens” Tom said.

“I’m sorry for shouting” I whispered.

“That’s fine babe” Tom said.

“Have you finished packing for Monday yet Tom?” I asked as we entered the house.

“Yeah I have done have you?” Tom asked, chucking  the stuff that he had picked up from Sam’s onto the sofa. “I started…” I giggled, handing Tom the stuff that I was holding.

“You’ve always been god awful at packing haven’t you?” Tom grinned.

“Yes now please come help me” I laughed.

“Fine go start and I’ll be up in a few minutes with a drink and something to eat” Tom smiled.

“Eating a main meal in my bedroom? Tut tut” I laughed before heading up the stairs and to my room.

Tom appeared in my doorway 10 minutes later with a tray of goodies. “We don’t actually have much to eat so I think we’ll be ordering in again or going out tonight babe. But for lunch we have pittas, carrots and humus. Healthy or what. We also have cheese sticks and Pringles. And some coke” Tom said, placing the tray on my bed. “Sounds blooming good to me” I said, getting up off the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed. I picked up a carrot, dipped it into the humus and grinned. “So blooming good” I giggled.

“That’s good. And it’s not a main meal, it’s a snack. Type thing” Tom laughed, grabbing a bread stick and nibbling on it. “Clever! How long are we actually in Oz for by the way?” I asked.

“Well we leave Monday morning and get there late Tuesday. The flight is 22 hours and they are 10 hours ahead of us I believe. We’re there until the programme ends the following Monday and then I believe we have until the Saturday to do whatever. So nearly two weeks” Tom replied.

“Seriously? I thought we were only there for just over a week. So I get a few days to relax?” I asked.

“Yeah as soon as you’ve emailed the article to your boss then you are free” Tom grinned.


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