Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

Saturday today. Small competition day. Of course it's nothing compared to what the Olympics will be but....everything helps, to get get me physically and mentally prepared.

Competitions, four am, wake up. Four fifteen, get ready. Four thirty, pack bag. Four forty five, leave. As no buses run really early in the morning, I'll have to walk. My mum used to take me, but now I'm to 'old and mature' to be given a lift. I could ask Seb, Alex or Tash to drop me off at the pool, but there's no way Seb would get out of bed, and Alex and Tash can't be bothered. Yes Seb has got his drivers licence. Mum and dad bought him lessons for his birthday. I didn't get lessons, but I don't mind.

Five fifteen, reach pool. Five thirty, Bob comes, wait for Michael. Five thirty five, still waiting for Michael. Two minuets later, Michael finally comes. I haven't seen him since training on Thursday. It seems that he trains later on Friday then I do. Which is good as I can focus on myself, and what I need to do to achieve gold.

Anyway he gets in the back of the car with me. Though I'm sitting by one window and he's by the other one, so there is a gap between us. "Two and a half hour drive." Bob says. I yawn and plug my headphones into my phone. Listening to music helps swimmers concentrate. I notice Michael doing the same thing, but instead of the cheap little earphones I have, he has the proper ones, that cover your whole ear. I see Bob smile, knowing that we are concentrating. I look over at Michael to see him looking out of the window. He was really concentrating, and dam he looked cute. Wait I did not just think that. Did I?

We finally arrived. "Right this is just a little practise for the Olympics. I'm expecting firsts and seconds. You need you to show everyone how you made the team. Get me?" Bob says. I nod, nervously. I've never been so nervous for a meet. Well I was more nervous for the Olympic trials but...I know when I go to the Olympics my nerves will be worse. Today I need to prove to everyone that I deserve to go to the Olympics. "Go and get changed then. I'll meet you on poolside."

I follow Bobs instructions and head to the changing rooms. I see people staring and then realise that Michaels behind me. Of course, he's been to the Olympics. Even though he didn't win any medals, he's still well known. No one really knows who I am, as I haven't actually competed yet. I just carry on walking.

I head round to poolside and spot Bob. "Good news!" He says, "Well sort of. Let's just say this will be your easiest meet that you have had for years. Let's put a showdown on, and be really far ahead." I smile and go to say yes, but I realise he is speaking to Michael, who's reaction seems the same. I notice all the girls staring at him from around the pool area. Their eyes wide. I mean yes he is hot. Wait....I did not just think that. God my minds messed up today. I mean why would he even think about me. Anyway enough about that. Focus.