Unforseen Passion

01-He's Coming Back

"Sam, Sam, oh my goodness she's still so sleepy. Sam you have to wake up," Emma keeps yelling.

She rushed into Sam's room as soon as she read his message from her mail. So many work to do and she's been anchored with too many customers at work to attend to that she got less chance to open her mailbox.

It's a Saturday and like the tradition in her home, everyone have breakfast together on weekends. There her parents talked about the arrival of the Anderson family which have been long anticipated.

Uneasiness settled at the pit of her stomach and she rushed the remaining of her brewed coffee and sandwich. She darted into her room after that settling in front of her laptop to check for any unread message, and there was two, of course from Mike.

They are really coming back, tomorrow precisely.

Then she thought she needs to act fast.

"Oh my God Sam don't do this to me," she pleaded, struggling with the blanket as Sam keeps on cuddling with it.

Everybody knows her to be a heavy sleeper and contradicting her demeanor, she is also a night owl. Usually, she is left to wake up at her convenience but Emma knew she should not sleep under a burning roof. She really have to discuss this with her.

"Did the club manager called, I did nothing wrong last night, what again?" she grunted incoherently between sleep.

Delirium.

Emma sighed disappointingly. She never expected her best friend to fail her but right now it looks like she is going to.

She downed her weight on the bed resting her head on the pillow. She knew it's not going to be any easy getting her friend up this early. Of course 10am is still an early time for Sam to get up since all she does is club till the night is dark, and give work as an excuse.

Sam lifted herself up frailly stretching her weak self as a cruel headache welcome her to consciousness. Crazy hangovers, she thought.

With her eyes squinted, she espy Emma dimly and she notice how worried she is looking. She thought now is not the time to ask about that, taking care of her rumpled self should be the first thing.

Emma couldn't help but smile as she stared at her naughty but best friend take languid steps into the bathroom. She should stop doing this to herself, Emma thought.

"Let me guess, mom's yelling right?" Sam voiced audibly from the restroom as she wet her face with cold water.

"Hell no," Emma answered.

"Then what?" she asked further.

Emma snickered at the thought of Sam's suspicion. Well who will blame Sam, so many times she had a quarrel with Mrs Johnson because of nothing other than her ways. Still she never mind her strictness, she knew she needs to be yelled at.

After all she's been a mother figure to her for as long as she could remember. She brought her up together with Emma and that strengthen the bond of their friendship.

"Now spill, what is the problem?" Sam asked as she shot the bathroom door opened going to the bedside table to grab a pain relief.

"Mike is coming back?" she answered in a monotone and she shuddered as she let it out.

"So? Who is Mike?" she blurted nonchalantly.

Emma gaped, staring at her friend with awe. She found her utterance so incredulous and her gaze was fixed at her in a weird astonishment. She knew with this, it'll even be more difficult to ask for the favour.

"You're kidding right? Or you seriously mean you don't know who Mike is?"

Now, Sam is lying on the bed restlessly waiting for the pills she used to take effect. She closed her blood shot eyes making the eyes bag beneath them more noticeable.

"Emma just go straight to the point, I'm in no mood for drama this morning. Who is Mike and how has that got to do with me?" she said, her eyes still closed.

Emma was not just disappointed, she was heartbroken. How could she forget him so soon? She thought.

Her heart fell, she was overwhelmed by sadness and her mood fell in disarray. Her mind became crestfallen. If only things were other way round, if only it was her to begin with, if only it was in her possession. She think about this more often than she expected. And it has always left her with no choice but to accept that it was Samantha not her. They are just two different people and it will always remain like that.

"The Anderson's son Sam, Mike Anderson," she drawled amidst her forlornness.

Sam lifted herself in a swift manner, her eyes open wide in surprise or perhaps shock.

"Oh, you mean our family friend from next door, that travelled to.. Eehm.. Where was it? Oh my God, America? Like, you don't mean it?"

Emma stared at her as she blabbed dumbly. To her, Sam defines weird. She cope wonderfully with her despite that her absurdity is on the extreme. Who would blame Emma, when all she got as a friend is just her, and their bond is one she could call that of sisters.

"Yes, our family friend. But no, London not America," she replied her mildly.

She got anger, but never a rage. No matter what, it thaws out within seconds that they are ignited. No wonder she could keep a long relationship with the unpredictably moody Sam who can become introverted sometimes despite her being an extrovert.

"Whatever babe, America London who cares. So right now they'll be back, that's great news," she perked.

"Hun, tomorrow,"

"So a welcome party?"

"Is that all you could ask?"

"Of course, was thinking why you needed me and that's all I could guess, or what could it be?" she said with her high-spirited morale going low.

"Why do you always appear so tactless?" Emma asked and she grudged.

"Anyway, that's not it. No welcome party, I just need your help. You know what, I fumbled,"

Emma's feature is now contorted with worries, not like she could hide it for long. When she hid her nervous self, it will always be let out in the presence of Sam. That's how far they've gone, breaking shells and exposing their flaws to each other. They believed together they can make things right, always.

"What is it, just tell me I'm here," Sam whispered as she patted her back and zoom into a more serious state.

And Emma began the narration, how everything began.