the actress & the athlete | sam kerr

six

a/n: happy international sam kerr day 💚💛💙
make sure you send our girl lots of love on socials

sheva crept out of sam's room at a safer hour this time around, not wanting to be caught by margaret's early enthusiasm and ability to somehow be everywhere again.

it was 6am in london and sheva wanted to catch sophie in la where it was 10pm. the facetime dialing tone rang a couple of times with a vibration in hand before sophie answered, an excited expression plastered on her face.

sophie begins the call with a drawn out "girl..."

"if you know and you're a million miles away then what am I even sneaking around for?"

"sneaking around? you're not sneaking around when you're flirting your ass off up and down the gram."

"it's not flirting," sheva protests "it's... banter,"

"ooooh the queen's english, how charming."

sheva lifts her middle finger to the screen whilst sophie makes a mocking face, "anyway I'm not actually psychic, what's been going on? give me the gossip, what's the 411?"

without taking a breath, sheva breaks down the last handful of days she's had in london.

"kissing someone drunk AND sober, that's deep. you can't even pull the 'I'm so silly, I didn't even know what I was doing' card anymore."

sheva gulped.

"that was never an option, I think I actually really like her." sheva sighs, all loved up.

"lesbians move fast..."

"move fast? I haven't even moved once in all my life. I'm basically middle aged and I've never had a serious relationship."

"ohhhhkay, drama queen" sophie says, nodding mockingly.

"being a drama queen made me a millionaire, thank you very much."

"and you want to trade that in to be a wag?" sophie blurts her freshly threaded eyebrows now raised.

"you were the one that said if I ruined my career for a girl, it would be worth it.." sheva let out with a groan.

"it's been 3 days!"

sam's pov
it was day two of waking up in an empty bed, expecting her creamy hair on the pillow next to me and her chloè sliders to be perfectly tucked away by the door, but every trace of her was gone once again. I started to wonder why it felt like we were sneaking around.. why we couldn't just be honest, why she didn't want to be seen with me... and ultimately I put myself in an awful mood. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, cause that was meant to be her side of the bed.

I went down to the canteen and grabbed myself a coffee noticing sheva, margaret and sophia sat at their round table, three heads of blonde chatting about gated communities and luxury parties. in my angst, old repressed feelings about how sheva must be shallow re-emerged.

you haven't seen your own hotel room for two nights because you have been all over me, and the most interesting thing you can think to talk about with your friends is the best catering company in bel air?

"oh hi sam!" margaret shouted across the empty space, friendly and upbeat as always. sheva just smiled and waved.

I responded to margaret and left as quickly as I arrived, ignoring sheva's passive greeting.