So, we meet again... [James Cassells fan fiction.]

Just like before I should've told you again, that I'm so sorry.

An hour later....

I had been chilling with the boys and catching up with them for about an hour now and it was fun already, we were all laughing about little stories we had to tell and getting to really catch up, except  Sam, he was still sitting there looking down and sad. 

Why was he being so sad? It's not my fault he stopped calling and texting me. 

I was sitting inbetween James' legs because he was lying on the sofa and I was lying on top, he kept attempting to plat my hair which was cute. 

"Oh for fuck sake I almost finished that plat and it went wrong." He said and messed my hair up. 

"Eh hem, my hair." I said trying to pat it into shape again.

"Oh sorry love, I forgot." He giggled, I smiled at him. 

"So, what job do you do Amanda?" Danny asked. 

"I used to work as a tattoo artist for a bit and I really got into it, but then I got offered a deal by a rock magazine to be a model for them and earn quite a lot for it. It's not a full time job either which is lucky for me, I only go in and do a few magazines a month and that's sorted." I smiled.

"Lucky bitch, all you need to do is get dolled up and pose and nothing else." Danny said, 

I giggled. 

"That's my sexy bird." James said stroking my hair. 

"Stop fucking my hair up." I said to him. 

"Ok then, that's my sexy moody bird" He changed it too. 

"Oi!" I said looking up at him giving him evils and then bursting into laughter. 

"Sam will you go get me another beer mate?" Cameron called over to him, he looked up and nodded and went to head out. 

I got up and followed him out. 

We went out into the shed to get some more beers for the fridge. 

"What do you want?" Sam said, knowing I was following him. 

"I want a motherfucking beer, I want to help and I want to know why you're upset." I said to him, he sighed. "So?...what's wrong? You're the only person who hasn't spoke since I walked into the room, I feel asif you dislike me now or something." 

He shook his head. "I don't dislike you, I just feel like a cunt for not ever texting you back and forgetting about you, It feels horrible knowing we were so close and now we are so apart and I completely forgot about you." 

I shrugged my shoulders.  "Meh, the past is in the past, we don't want it to end up killing us all do we now Sam? Cheer up, grab a beer and start talking, I needed two years off from all the madness anyways." I joked. 

"I just feel terrible." Sam frowned. 

"Don't. Forget about it, I'm not that bothered about it anymore, I'm just happy I'm with you guys now whilst it lasts." I smiled. 

Sam smiled too. "Thanks for being so cool about it all Amanda, you are a true best friend." 

I saluted him "It's ok dude." 

We walked into the living room and for some reason Danny and Ben were tickling James and he was on the floor laughing and Cameron was on the phone.