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chapter two

CHAPTER TWO

The lyrics to Oasis's Supersonic bounce round my room, rousing me. I yawn, stretching my hands above my head and listening to my neck crack.

Morning sunlight streams through my curtains, reminding me of just how much I need to purchase a black out blind. I rise to my feet and grab a shirt from our UK Tour, covering my bare chest with it.

In the living room, Barry and Craig are already up, watching TV and munching on some cereal.

" Morning, Lads," I say, plodding past them and into the kitchen. They grumble out a response and I laugh, picking up the mug of coffee one of them must have made me and walking back into the living room. " Take it Ross went home, then?" I ask, sitting down beside Craig.

" Aye, mate, he had to get home to the missus," Craig confirms, tapping his leg a little.

I smile, picking up the remote and flipping it from the news station to the music channel. Thankfully the music that's playing isn't bad. In fact, Nirvana's Come As You Are is playing.

" Come, as you are, as you were, as I want you to be!" Barry sings loudly, jumping to his feet and dancing jokingly.

I laugh. " Bazz, you'll have to teach us some off those moves some time."

He chuckles and sits back down, crossing one leg over the other. " What are friends for if not to teach you some decent dance moves, Sam?"

" You have to be joking me!" I laugh. " I'll have you know my dance moves go down very well, thank you."

" Whatever you say, Sammy, whatever you say."

Still laughing, I stand up and head out of the living room and back into my bedroom. My small bedroom has it's own bathroom off to the side, just like Barry's and Craig's, so I head through and switch on the shower.

Sliding off my clothes, I climb into the scalding hot shower and immediately turn the heat down. I spend a while scrubbing my body and washing my hair, thinking about the night before.

I wonder if she got to sleep alright. I should've text her and made sure. What is she doing now?

She's probably still in bed. It is only ten on a Sunday after all.

I make the decision to text her when I get out the shower and make sure she's okay. What if it hurts and she can't get out the house to buy painkillers? Or what if her cast is broken?

Bright pink and tingling, I climb out the shower and search for a towel. Wrapping it round my waist, I leave the bathroom behind and walk out into my bedroom.

I snatch my pants from the day before from the floor and dig through the pockets, quickly finding the piece of paper she wrote her number down on. I smile at the perfect, delicate cursing, and the way she drew a little love heart above the i in Prince Charming.

Grabbing my phone off the bedside table, I enter my texts and quickly type in her number.

Hey Jamie, it's Sam. Just wanted to make sure you got to bed okay? And does your wrist hurt?

I read it over a few times before sending it, and afterwards wincing. Why did I ask two questions in one text?

And more importantly, why do I care?

Locking my phone, I place it down on my bedside table and grab my laptop from the floor. Quickly, I search up Facebook and type in her name. I wouldn't have known her second name had it not been on her paperwork she filled out at the hospital, so I guess that's one good thing that came from her breaking her wrist.

Her face comes up immediately. A picture of her in some woods I recognise, just north of her place. Her brunette locks cascading in tight curls down her back, nothing like the knotted mess it was last night. Her eyes twinkle, their hazel colouring reflecting off the suns rays.

I smile, tilting my head to the side. She's kind of. . . beautiful.

The door swings open and my eyes widen as I immediately slam the laptop closed. Barry, from his place at the doorway, raises his eyebrows at me suspiciously. At first, I am confused, but then I remember that I probably looked like I was. . . looking at something.

And I'm only in a towel.

" Aw, Barry, mate, it's no like that," I say, rolling my eyes and shoving my computer away.

Barry smirks deviously before diving for my laptop.

" Oi!" I cry, trying to grab it off him, but he's already rested beside me, legs crossed, and opening my laptop.

The screen flashes to life, and then there she is.

" Is that. . . Jamie?" Barry laughs. I feel my cheeks heat up and nod slowly. He laughs louder this time, hysterically. " God, mate, she's a nice looking lass but - "

" Barry!" I yell, appalled by what he is quite clearly thinking. " Ah wasn't doing anything like that, okay?"

He looks up at me as though to protest but then wipes the smile off his face. " So you actually like the girl, then?"

" I. . . don't know," I admit, hanging my head slightly so my chin touches my chest.

Barry chuckles and places the laptop down beside me gently. " Aye, aye, sure ye don't, McTrusty."

He leaves the room then, closing the door behind him gently.

My phone dings and I make a dive for it, grabbing it and unlocking it. One text.

hey stranger ;). yeah, i got to bed just fine, thanks. and it does hurt a little, but not as much as it would've if you you hadn't found me last night

I find myself grinning like an idiot. I roll onto my back, holding the phone above my face, and quickly type back a message.

Good, I'm glad. And it was nothing, honestly. You would have done the same for me.
You know, I would really like to get to know you better. Would you like to meet for coffee tomorrow? Or whenever you're free

A few minutes later, I receive another text from Jamie.

tomorrow sounds good :)