Samantha POV
Five am wake up. Five fifteen get ready. Five thirty pack bag. Five forty five leave for training. My normal morning routine. I have arrived. While waiting for my coach (Bob) to arrive, i do a quick blood flow. Six a clock comes and I see Bob. He walks over to me with someone behind. I realise that the person behind is Michael. I watch as they come over.
"You will start training with Michael leading up to the Olympics. That means that you will have extra training." Bob says. I nod and look at Michael who looks serious. "Okay warm up is..."
After the warm up, which was hard but I didn't show it, as I don't want them to think I can't do it, we got out. "We are finding out what events you guys are doing in a few days." Says Bob, "I'm guessing that Samantha is doing breaststroke and freestyle. While Michael is doing butterfly and freestyle. You both will probably do IM's so we are going to work on them today."
"Will we practise starts?" Michael asks
"Yes if you want." Bob replies, "Samantha anything you want to practise?"
"Maybe turns?" I answer.
"Okay. Let's do....."
Eight am, get out the pool. Grab kit. Thank coach and leave.
"Oh, you two and some others have a competition at the weekend. I'll drive. Meet me five am by the pool Saturday?"
"Yeah sure." I answer. Hearing a mumble from Michael. He hasn't spoken to me at all during the session. He is either not a morning person or grumpy. Or maybe both. I just turn back and start walking to the changing room. Hearing Michael's footsteps behind me.
Wash hair, get changed, leave. The routine after training. I tie my hair in a messy bun, so I can dry it at home, and walk out the changing room doors. I see Michael coming behind me so, I quickly head out.
I wait for my bus to arrive in the freezing cold. I realised when I got to the bus stop, that I had missed it and the next bus wouldn't be here until an hours time.
I just hug my jumper, hoping not to get a cold. Suddenly a car pulls up. It's Michael. "Come in, I'll give you a ride home." He says. I just get in the car.....

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Michael Phelps, love life
FanfictionA made up story about Michael Phelps. What will happen when he meets a girl? Does she help him win medals or distract him?