Michael Phelps, love life

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Samantha POV

Getting off the plane to actual Athens, makes me realise how real this is. I'm starting to feel really nervous, but I know that nerves are good. Well for me anyway....I think.

We do all the boring stuff. After that we get in a small mini van, as there is not many of us, because all the Olympians travel at different times from different places.

We end up driving for around fifteen minutes, which isn't to bad, but to be honest I just want to sleep. The apartment buildings are massive! I know they have to have a lot of room though for all the other athletes.

"Okay, so here are your room keys to your apartment." Says a man, I don't recognise, while handing out the room keys, "Of course you will be sharing with others. Though, you will get your own bedroom."

When I get into my apartment, (which I'm sharing with Nat and other people who haven't come yet) I collapse onto the sofa, and close my eyes......

Just as I'm about to sleep the door front opens, and I feel a random body jump on mine. "Get off!" I moan, shoving the person off me. I realise it's Ryan, and look up to see Michael and Nat laughing at me. "It's not funny!" I say glaring at Michael and Nat, trying not to laugh.

"Who wants to go out tonighttttt!!" Ryan screams. I shake my head. "Oh come on....we've got four days till the Olympics." I continue to shake my head, and sit up on the sofa.

"I'll go!" Nat shouts.

"Yesss!" Shouts Ryan back, "You coming Mike?"

"It's Michael, and sure." Says Michael.

"Come onnnnnnn Sam come, pleaseeeee." Begs Nat

"Nooooooooo Nat I don't drink, and you know it's Samantha not Sam." I say back.

"You don't have to drink..."

"The answers no Nat" I say, chuckling, at her on the floor, with her hands in the air.

"You going to help me up?" Nat says, as we are all laughing at her. Ryan sighs, and walks over to her. He pulls her up off the floor. "Thanks Rys!" She says grinning.

"See ya at eight Nat!" Ryan says while walking out of the door. Michael just follows.

Natalie's POV

It's seven thirty, and I've just got ready. Though I'm still trying to convince Samantha to come.

"Please come." I say through her door. She opens the door wearing grey joggers and a dark red vest top. Her hair is up in a messy bun.

"Seriously, your not coming?" I say.

She laughs. "I'll be here, and look after you.....when you're drunk!" She replies.

"Great(!)" I say back, starting to laugh with her. I go back to getting ready, thinking that this night isn't going to be much fun....