Testing the Waters (A Miniminter Fanfiction)

Chapter 13 - Revelations

-Sam's Pov-

Wolfie finally settled into our house, but all she had was a bag full of clothes to pass her by. The bag wasn't even that good, since it was a trash bag with several holes in the bottom, seeing a few articles of clothing hang out.

She never packed heavy, she told us. With her ongoing search for her tribe, she had to keep traveling place to place in order to have faith that they weren't in the spot she was.

The team all chipped in one way or another. We set her up in our extra guest room with all the bedding and clothes she needed. She was fitting right in, becoming friends with everyone.

But work doesn't accept a new roomate for a reason not to go to work and I had to go back today. Wolfie actually suggested I wear my navy blue formal clothes for being on the air, as it brought out my eyes.

The news station was quiet today, since there was no exciting stories being told or going on. We were off the air, and I began scribbling little drawings on the side of my script, but I scratched them out as soon as I finished. "What are you drawing there?" I heard Simon beside me, grabbing onto a bottle of water.

I perked my head up to the sound of his voice, both startled and relieved. He smiled gently, before taking a sip. "Nothing really. It is just the first random thing to go to my head."

"But how come you are scribbling everything out?" He said, stepping closer to get a better look at the page to see black scribbles littered everywhere on the sides. "I am sure they look just fine." He said, lightly putting his hand onto my shoulder.

"I don't know honestly." I said, dropping my shoulders down, relaxing to his touch.

He paused to say something, but I heard the camera man call out our names. "Samantha, Simon! Stop flirting and get to positions. We are on in 5, 4, 3, 2.." he stopped there, as any good camera man would do, and pointed at me a second later.

"Good morning London and welcome back to London 24. I am Samantha Young." I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment from his comment.

My co-host Kevin continued the transition. "And I am Kevin Wells." He said with a forced smile, his mocking behavior still evident from the last time I saw him.

"Last night in London there was a break in at one family's home during the evening. Luckily nobody got hurt. Jessica Gibbons gives us the scoop." I said, causing the red light on the huge broadcasting camera to go dark.

I looked at the camera man, giving him a light scowl, knowing that I looked ridiculous with the bright redness that my cheeks had. He through his hands up in defense, with a smirk telling me he wasn't sorry.

I smiled gently at Simon as he told the forecast, now that Stormzy was out of the photo. I propped my arm onto my desk, letting it hold my chin in place since the camera wasn't on me.

He wore a tight light blue button up shirt, which was a perfect fit for him. The way the shirt rippled around his forearms helped show the magnitude of his strength. He wore skinny dark pants to wear with it, since the other fit didn't look right for his slender figure. His hair was put up like usual, as it went into a combed point but behind, it was a scruffled mess since he couldn't see behind him in the mirror.

"The forecast for tomorrow shows that it will be reaching a high of 8 degrees, but it will be very humid. Be sure to not get frizzy hair if you are out and about during the day!" He said, smiling back at the camera that stood 6 ft in front of him.

"Sounds like some nice weather for the weekend Simon." Kevin spoke beside me, bringing me back into reality.

I slyly fixed my arm, and placed them onto the marble desk in front of me, just before the red light on the camera turned on. "It does, but I might have to go to the store to get me some more hair supplies. This hair is a nightmare sometimes."