Michael Phelps, love life

11

Samantha's POV

I wake up to feel a pair of broad, muscly arms around my waist. They make me feel protected, and safe. Wait...what am I saying? Who do they belong to? I quickly turn my head around see...Michael?!

I quickly remember what happened last night, which is nothing. I untie myself from his arms, hoping that he won't remember anything that happened yesterday night, when he was drunk. I get up, and quietly, and make my way to the door.

As I start to make my way to the kitchen, I hear a knock at the door. I go to answer it, realising that it's Bob looking angry. I open the door, and look at him innocently. "You went out last night?" He says sternly.

"No I stayed here." I say.

"Then why weren't you and Michael at training earlier. Also Ryan and Natalie were apparently missing too." He says strictly.

"I promise I didn't go out." I say.

"Did they go out then?" He asks

"Yes." I say, bowing my head down innocently.

"So why weren't you at training?"

"I was asleep, as I had to...sort them out last night."

Bob just looks at me.

"Bob I'm really really sorry."

"Do you want a medal?"

"What?"

"Do you want to win a medal?"

"Of course."

"Well you need to train. Everyone here is training as hard as they can. Do you think they all want a medal?"

"Yes." I say guiltily. "I'm so so so so sorry Bob. I promise it will never happen again."

He looks at me, and smiles slightly. "Do you want to train now? I suppose the other are still asleep."

"Can I? Thank you so much. Yeah I think they are, you can check if you want." I say inviting him in.

"Michaels in here." I say, leading him to my room. "I'll get my swim stuff."

Once I had packed my swim bag, I go back to Bob. "I'm ready!" I say.

"Good shall we go?"

"Yep."

Bob is a good coach, and is really kind, but he can be very scary sometimes.