Will We Talk?

86- Mood

"Please come with me." Sam pouted as he lay in my lap, slightly uncomfortably.

Since getting back from performing on the Graham Norton Show, Sam's next goal was seemingly to convince me to go along with him to watch him at Radio 1's Big Weekend, which I, of course, would love to go to. However, I was now frequently attending therapy again and had the kids more often than I'd like to admit. Since proving to myself I could take care of them, I took it upon myself to offer myself up to babysit whenever needed, much to Sam's dismay. We'd had our fair share of disputes over it and we decided to agree to disagree. Moreover, I also had work to commit to and I'd already missed tons this year due to travelling for his tour.

Surely that should be enough to prove that I cared for him and was proud of him. Well, I try to show that every day I spend with him, but clearly it isn't enough for him.

"Sam, you know I can't." I reply, my fingers massaging his hair, "I've got to work just as much as you do, it's not easy."

"It's only one weekend, Evelyn, please." he begged. He was committed to getting me to go along and I was here for it. I'd never seen him this determined since he got me back.

I sigh- he's really not making this easy for me- and toss my head back on the sofa, "I've missed too much already this year, I'm sorry."

"What if I convince Tyl-"

Instinctively, I placed a cheeky hand over his mouth to either muffle his words or shut him up completely, but that plan was shut down as his teeth gripped onto my flesh and I flinched, removing said hand from it's prior residence. He smirked to himself before sitting up and beginning to give me the cold shoulder, and I was going to return the attitude.

Two can play that game, Fender.

Within the day of receiving the cold shoulder, I had taken myself off to the nail salon and decided to treat myself to some gel nails, socialising with the strangers I met in there. There's something about girls' girls that just makes me so happy and actually have faith in humanity, and it seems that there were many of them getting their nails done today. After just five minutes of waiting for my turn, I'd been chatting to these other ladies as though I had known them for years before. Who knew you could get so much gossip from a bunch of strangers and actually enjoy it? Maybe I should've went to a nail salon before going to therapy.

I'm joking, of course. Without therapy, I genuinely wouldn't be here, and I know I say that all of the time, but I mean it all of the time.

Anyways, after getting my nails done, I took myself on a walk along the coastline, opting to get a cold cup of fresh lemonade from one of the several cafes along the coast. The first sip had a really sweet sensation to it, making my face contort at the taste, but as I became more parched, I decided I should just suck it up, and it wasn't even that bad in the end anyways.

While walking, I had all of the time in the world to do the one thing that I do best: think. This time it was about whether or not I do go to this festival, even just for a day maybe. After all, it was in Middlesborough, which wasn't too far- maybe just a quick train. Plus, it should be later on in the day and shouldn't interfere with my early morning lessons. Perhaps I could go.

As my legs began to be drained of energy, I decided it was best to get myself an ice cream and head back to my car to rest up before going back home. Going back home to discuss this with Sam, if he wasn't still moping about, ignoring me. In all honesty, I didn't mind that he happened to ignore me since, not only was it entertaining, but it gave me all this time to myself, which I seemingly really did need.

I arrived at the apartment and headed into the kitchen, flicking the kettle on and running to the music room, standing outside as I heard Sam strumming and singing to himself. Honestly, he's nothing short of a breath of fresh air when he sings. He doesn't realise it yet, but I know he's going to do bits for modern music, especially with his album coming out in mere months, and I'm going to be there right by his side when he does. That's a promise to both him and myself.

Smiling to myself, I walk into our bedroom and throw on a pair of shorts and a tight fitting crew neck, my crocs on my feet. Approaching the kitchen, I took note of the lack of noise from the music room and picked up on the shuffling coming from the kitchen.

"Trying to steal my cuppa?" I question the figure with their back to me, "If you wanted one you could just ask."

Quiet.

I smile to myself, "I thought about it. Long and hard." I grab two mugs and place a tea bag in each, "I reckon that if I really structure my day," I pour the scalding liquid into each mug, mixing both with a tea spoon and putting the necessary sugar (or lack of for my boyfriend) in each, "and I make sure that I'm organised and ready when needed," I pour milk into each, stirring once again and picking up my own mug, blowing on it and taking a hesitant sip, "I could come along and cheer you on."

Sam's head whipped up faster than he'd have liked from the biscuit drawer as he turned to look at me, an eyebrow raised, a questioning look on his face.

"That's right, Fender, I'll tag along." I smile, taking another sip of my tea.

He nods slowly, "Okay. Good." he mustered before taking his mug from the bench and heading into the living room, me following suit.

"Nice day then?" I question, sitting on the sofa and grabbing the remote from the end table, putting on whatever rerun of Friends which was playing.

"Canny." he responded, "You?"

"Aye. Productive." I answer, tapping my freshly painted nails on my mug, "Got my nails done and had myself a walk. You get up to owt or nowt?"

"You got your nails done?" I nod and hold my hand up, "They're pretty." he says as he grabs my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles before pulling me into him, my mug almost spilling its contents.

"Sam!" I shriek as I hold the mug up.

He does nothing but hold me tightly, "It's been hell not speaking to you all day. Please never make me do it again." he peppered kisses all over my face, finishing with one on my lips.

"You did that yourself, Sammy boy." I point out in a tormenting manner.

Sam lets out a puff of a sigh before speaking up, "You wouldn't have caved in and come along had I have kept speaking." he returned my matter of factly tone.

My eyes widened as I chuckled, "You never fail to amuse me, Sam."

"And you love me for it." he winked, taking the mug from my hand and placing it on the floor next to the sofa, his hand sliding under my shirt and resting on my ribs.

"That I do, Fender. That I do." I reassured him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him once again.

The two of us remained on the sofa, unmoving, as we became reinvested in the storyline of Friends- not that we couldn't recite the script or anything. His hands were placed on my lower stomach as I rested in his lap, my smaller hands atop his. I was beginning to doze off, but Sam seemed to be full of energy, opting to turn on his games console and put the Fifa disc in.

"Seriously, Sam?" I scoff, sitting up on the sofa, watching his movements.

He doesn't bother to look over at me, clearly excited to be playing on his Play Station, "What?"

"You're 25 and playing Fifa." I explain, "Most 25 year olds are married and are discussing families."

Honestly, I wasn't all too fussed about the fact he was playing on a game as a grown man, I was more bothered that I was about to go to bed and Sam isn't exactly the quietest. I guess I was just in the mood to pick a fight.

"Is this you hinting at something?" he asked, taking his residence back on the sofa, elbows on his knees and concentrating on the screen.

"No, Sam." I say, "I'm going to bed now, goodnight." I stand up and peck his lips before heading to the bathroom and turned on the shower.