Michael Phelps, love life

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Michael POV

I wake up to see that, I'm not in my own bed. Just as I start to remember what happened last night, my head starts pounding, with a bad headache. I quickly check the time, to see that it's 11:30am.

Ohhhhh shit Bobs going to be angry...

Samantha POV

To make up for missing training earlier, I worked extra hard today. Well basically I want to make Bob happy, because he gets pretty scary when he's angry.

I get out of the pool (feeling dead), to see that Bob is smiling at me.

"Great work!" He says.

"Thanks." I say back, still trying to catch my breath.

"The Olympics are getting very close. Do you know how long?" He asks.

"Yep, a week today." I say looking down at the floor, as my stomach fills with butterflies. As I am so nervous about it.

"Don't worry," Bob says, obviously seeing that I am nervous, " I believe that you could get a medal."

I smile, at the thought of me achieving my dream.

"Come on, get changed. I'll take you back, I need to speak to Michael too."

I nod, and hurry off to get changed.

I am finally changed, so I go to find Bob, who is having a chat with one of the other American coaches. I stand awkwardly, and wait until he spots me. He waves for me to come over, so I do.

"This is Samantha." Bob says.

"Hello." I say.

"Oh so you're Samantha Jones." The coach says.

"Yes." I answer.

"I hear you're a good breaststroke, and front crawl swimmer." He says.

I nod. I don't really like saying, or admitting that I'm good at something, as I feel like I'm boasting.

"Well let's go," Bob says, "Got to have a word with Michael." He says to the coach.

"Oh the trouble of coaching." The coach says chuckling.

"Yes," Bob says chuckling too, "Bye, I'll see you soon."

"Bye." I say.

Me and Bob don't really talk on the way home. Though it only takes around ten minuets to get back.

We pull up to the parking lot, to see that the place looks a lot busier.

"People are probably arriving today." Bob says.

We walk into my apartment, to see two strangers......