Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

I wake up suddenly, realising that we are still flying. My head is on something quiet comfy, like a head rest. Wait......what is my head on? I look up to see it's Michaels shoulder (oops). I quickly get of it, to notice that he is staring at me. "Um...I'm so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder." I say really awkwardly.

"It fine." He says, while grinning.

I look back to see Nat listening to music, while looking out of the window. She quickly notices me, and pulls her headphones out. Then nudges Ryan. I give her a confused look, and they start laughing. "What?" I say confused.

"How was your sleep?" Asks Ryan, while smirking.

"Shut up." I say, with a little bit of sarcasm. They both start laughing again. Then Michael turns around, still grinning.

"Did you enjoy that Michael?" Says Ryan still smirking. Michaels grin disappears.

"I think it was cute." Says Nat. I give her the shut up now sort of look, and start blushing.

"Awe!" Ryan and Nat say at the same time. I look at Michael, to see him grinning again. I roll my eyes at them, and then turn back around. I hear them laugh a bit more, then Michael turns back round. Just as I stop blushing Nat grabs the back of my chair and puts her head through the gap, between my seat and the window. "You think he's gorgeous....you want to kiss him....you're going to marry him." She says quoting a movie which I can not remember. Though she only says it loud enough for me to hear it. "Stop." I say loudly. Michael suddenly looks at me. Oops.....I might have said that a little to loud. Nat chuckles and leans back into her seat. Leaving me blushing (again).

"You will be arriving in approximately half an hour." A voice says. I look out the window to see land. I don't know if it's Greece or not though. After a while the plane starts going down, meaning the worst part of flying is about to happen. I'm not scared of landing or flying, it's just that my ears hurt like mad when the plane is landing.

The pain in my ears is really starting, but I'm trying to act like they don't.

Okay, my ears are in so much pain now. I feel like screaming, and cutting them off. I clutch my ears, as they're too painful. I realise that Michael is staring at me. I signal him to stop looking at me, but he just laughs, and starts getting something out of his pocket. I look back towards the window. Then Michael is taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, to see that he is offering me a mint. I thank him, while taking one, knowing that mints help.

"Your welcome Sam." He replies. For some reason I'm fine with him calling me Sam. I'm not with anyone else. In fact if anyone else called me Sam, I probably would of shouted at them, saying that my name is Samantha and not Sam. Though when Michael says it, I don't care (for some reason).

"Yes Micky." I answer.

Michael POV

She called me Micky. Only my mum has ever called me that (when I was younger). I smile to myself.

After a while I realise that I am still smiling. Why am I still smiling? I can't be falling for her. No, I have always told myself that swimming comes first (apart from family), and that is what I need to focus on. I mean at the last Olympics, I didn't get any medals. I took my swimming for granted, and I got to full of myself. I thought it would be easy to win gold. It obviously isn't. I was so stupid to think that I could not train as hard as I could, and still win gold, but then again I was very young. I made sure that I have trained harder then ever for this Olympics.

The plane lands suddenly. Making me jump. I must have been thinking for quiet a while, I guess.