(SAM)
*The Next Day*
I woke up next to Phil but opposite him. I am about as far from him as possible without leaving the bed. He tried to hold me all night, but I just shoved him away. I feel like when I yelled at him I opened up. All of the anger I've been holding in all these months just came out. I just can't stand to be near him. Phil is still sleeping. His ebony hair is sweeps over his eyes and his mouth gapes slightly open with each deep breath. I still love him, but I just can't handle him right now. He barely made an effort while our relationship was falling to shreds. All he cared about was the fact that his best friend might possibly in the slightest chance hurt his sister. It's pretty ridiculous, if you think about it. Dan loves her more than his own life. I was afraid he might kill himself when she left. Thankfully he didn't.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and adjust the strap on my tank top so it's no longer falling over my shoulder. I grab a navy blue jumper and throw it over the top and tighten the strings on my sweat pants. I look over to my phone and see a text from an anonymous number. '7:00 P.M <3' It must be a wrong number. I grab my mobile and walk into the kitchen from my room. Liza is standing there pouring a glass of orange juice. "Morning Liza." I say with a yawn "Morning Sammy," she starts cheerfully, "how'd you sleep?" she asks taking her glass to the breakfast bar. "Fine, Phil and I are still...." "No need." She says shaking a finger at me "I understand, love." I look now at the ground and utter a small "Thanks". I turn to the cupboard and grab the cereal and then turn to the one opposite it to grab a bowl. It had a small note taped to the inside. It read, 'Will be better <3' It was almost like the note and the text were linked. If I didn't know any better, I would think it's a murderer leading me to my doom like in Sherlock. Damn, I don't trust it.
I pour the cereal and milk into the bowl and make my way over to Liza who is chatting to Dan who has his arms wrapped around her from behind. "Hey Dan." I say with a small and defeated tone. "Hey?" Dan says questioningly. He looks over to Eliza and she says a quiet, "Relationship troubles" Which she thought I couldn't hear, but frankly, I did. She winks at him and he smiles almost manically. Okay? Maybe they are the murderers leaving the notes. "Hey, there is a baking class that's going on at 5:30 until 7:20. You want to go with me? Liza and Phil need some brother-sister time to, you know, patch things up." Dan says and I think for a moment and reply, "Sure." What's the worst thing that could happen? That's what the ones who always die fist say. Oh, shut it. "Okay, be ready at 5:20, yeah? It's literally right across the street." "Alright," I reply with a nod. I take my bowl and go into our small lounge. I switch on the tv and zone out watching Dr. Who. I soon drift into deep thought.
What should I do with Phil? I still love him with all my heart. I wish everything wasn't so complicated. Was did I get myself into? Going to London hurt Liza and I. I've tried to be the glue that holds us all together. I've held them all while they've cried. I talked them out of killing each other and I've done my best from keeping them alive. But sometimes glue gives out after a while. I'm sick and tired of trying and getting nothing out of it. Sure Daliza is back together but what about Phil and I? We are worse than ever. I want to hug him, kiss him, love him, or even just talk to him again. I know he's trying, but some things can never fixed after they are broken. It would take a lot to fix my heart.
The dark ebony haired man I love walks through the door way and sits next to me. We both say nothing for a while. The air is full of awkward silence. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye. My hair is pulled back into a pony tail but my dark fringe falls over my eyes. His leg is barely touching mine and it takes everything I have in me not to cuddle into him and breathe in his scent of Old Spice (A/N Your welcome Gabbie) once again. I stay steady and soon the tension gets to be too much and I walk out. I walk down the hallway and into my room. I fall onto my bed and pull a pillow over my face and scream. No tears fall, just screams of frustration erupt. I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling. No thoughts run through my head. I am an empty shell,tired of holding on too long.
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It's 4:30. Oddly no one has bothered me this whole time. I have been staring at blank nothingness for 6 hours and nothing. Nice flat mates I have. I should probably start getting ready for this thing with Dan. I stand up and head to the shower. We left a few towels here in the cupboard, so I grab one and start to undress. I turn the water on and hold my hand out to test the water temperature. I tweak it a slight bit and it's at the perfect temperature, slightly scalding. I jump in and wet my hair down. I take the coconut oil based shampoo from Morocco I brought from home and put a small amount on my hand and run it through my hair. I lather it through and rinse. I repeat this process with the identical conditioner. I stole Phil's Raspberry Kiss body wash from him. Why the hell he continued to buy it after Tesco made the mistake of switching it is beyond me. I squeeze a little on my hand and rub it all over me. After I rinse everything off I step out and smell the faint essence of garlic in the air. Liza must be starting dinner for when Dan and I get back. I pull on my (or should I say Liza's) tee and some black leggings. I'm going to top it off with my tall black fringy boots once we are just about to leave.
I brush through my hair and pull it back into a hair bungee. I pretty much have the same hair I wore to bed last night but I honestly don't care. I put on a bit of makeup and walk through the doorway with my mobile in hand. Dan is standing by the doorway waiting for me and Liza and Phil are in the kitchen. "Are you ready to go Dan?" I ask whilst pulling on my black boots. I pull on my right one to feel something in the bottom. I pull it off again and find a piece of paper crumpled inside it. I unravel it to find that it's a note like I found earlier. 'Be At the Kitchen at <3' What the hell? These are making no scense. I slide the note in my pocket and figure I should grab the other one from the kitchen. I grab it and put it in the same place. I pull on my right boot, then left and and I'm ready to go. "Bye Liza! We're leaving!" Dan yells "Okay! Have fun! Love you both!" Liza yells back from the kitchen. "Love you too!" Dan and I say simultaneously as we walk out the door.
"So, are you excited?" Dan asks as we make our way down the corridor to get to the lift to get to the main floor. "Yeah! It's going to be nice to get out for a while." I say as we turn the corner to the lift. "What are we making at this baking class anyway?" I hit the button and wait for the lift to arrive. "Cakes I think. Liza thought we should go because we both like baking." "Yeah, well this should be fun." It's slightly awkward with just Dan, but it's fine. He's kind of like a brother to me now. The lift finally arrives and we step in. The weird voice says, 'going down' and Dan imitates it and we both giggle. It hits the main floor and we step out. We both wave and say hi to Sandra as head out the door. We wait for an opening and we cross the street. Dan goes ahead and pushes the door open and holds it out for me. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you say it was across the street." "Miss, Samantha!" Dan says hurt, "I never kid!" he says with an extremely posh accent, "Ha, sure you don't." We walk in and see about 12 other people there. There are two work stations next to each other and we take them. The instructer walks in and stands in front of us all.
"Bon Jour! Welcome to Baking For Beginners!" He says with a thick French accent, "Today we will be making a triple chocolate fudge cake! I am Mr.Beaumont. You can also call me Mr.B. We are all friends here!" We all say, "Hello Mr.B!" and we get started.
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Dan is working on his frosting whilst getting personally coached by Mr.B. I was just given the recipe and let loose. Baking just clicks with me. "Oi! I'm so bad at this!" I peek over at his frosting and see that it looks terrible. I taste it and it's vile! "Dan! Did you put salt or sugar in this!?" I yell at him, "Maybe.." He dips a finger in and tastes it and makes a face of pure disgust. "Wow, Dan. That's attractive. I wonder why Eliza even puts up with your attractiveness." I sneer at him whilst sticking my tounge. He picks up a spatula and flings the disgusting frosting into my hair. "DAN!!!!!" "Whatcha gonna do about it!?" he says back. I fling my own frosting at him and Mr.B still hasn't noticed. We are soon covered in each other's frosting, again... "GET OUT OF MY CLASS NOW!!!!" Yells Mr.B and we scurry out laughing our heads off. Dan's phone rings once we are outside and it's a text. He looks at it then over to me and says, "It's anon, it says 'tell Sam, everything <3'" I am puzzled. I pull out the two notes and my phone and read them over. "I have these, They say 'Be in the Kitchen at', 7:30 P.M' and "Will be alright"" I look over at him and he says, "Be in the kitchen at 7:30 P.M. Everything will be alright." I look at my phone and find that it's 7:20. People started filtering out of the bakery. Almost all of them giggle at us and we ignore them.
I start towards the complex with Dan behind me. I see Liza coming out of the complex. "Dan! We are going to miss our train!! We better get going!!" "What?" I say "Me and Eliza are going back tonight so we can have a night alone." "Oh. Okay... Mind if I use your room Liza." I glance at her and she and Dan are both smiling like they no something. Yep, I'm totally about to be murdered. "Yeah, but keep an open mind. You may not need to. Bye!!" She says with a wink. Okay, something is up.
I push through the front door and make my way to the lift. I hit the button and step in. I sigh deeply and prepare myself. It makes a ding at my floor and opens. I head out and go to the door. I take another deep breath. I turn the door knob and push through. I set my phone down and take my boots off. There are no lights except for a small glow from the kitchen. I tiptoe in and see a small table with a white table cloth surrounded by Vanilla Butter cream scented candles. I feel an arm wrap around me and all my instincts tell me to fight. I elbow the intruder in the gut and flip them over me onto the floor. 6 years of karate have really paid off. Once he's landed I see that it's Phil! He's double over and in pain. "Oh Phil! I'm so sorry!!" he waves his hand and says breathlessly, "No, no. It's fine." He coughs, "I shouldn't have snuck up on you." I help him up and say, "What's all this." He dusts himself off and replies. "It's a make up dinner. I made your favorite!"
He runs into the cooking area and brings two plates of chicken Alfredo. "Aw! Thanks! Oh, this all makes sense now! Liza isn't that subtle." I say. He sets one plate on opposite sides of the table and pulls my chair out for me to sit. "This is quite romantic Phil. I can't believe you thought of this! I love it." It's times like these when I don't know why I'm mad at him. I still love him and now I know for sure he's changed. "Well, I didn't. Dan thought of it. But it still means all the same. I love you Sam and I'm really sorry. I was a complete prick and I couldn't be more sorry." I sigh and reply. "I know Phil. I was just tired of holding on for so long and I snapped. I know your sorry. I love you too." He smiles and looks down at his lap. "Now that that's all sorted, lets dig in!" I pick of my fork and twirl it around in the pasta and taste it. Phil does the same. A disgusted look crosses our faces and Phil mumbles, "No." shaking his head. We both put our forks down and push the plates away from us. "Okay, lets cross cooking off your list of talents." He turns red and chuckles, "Yeah, I guess. But I did make something else! I'm sure this will be good!" He runs again and brings a large chocolate covered cheese cake. "Okay, this looks good!" He sets it down and cuts a piece of eat of us and puts them on small plates. I pick my fork up again and stab into it, egar to get the taste of Phil and Dan's tragedies.
I take a bite and the creamy goodness dances along my tongue. "Much better." I say wanting to marry this cheesecake. "Why thank you. I think so too." I take another bite and so does Phil. We sit in silence, enjoying it. "So," Phil finally says, "Do you forgive me?" I smirk and say, "I depends. Did you really make this cheese cake? He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yes, yes I did." I take his hand that's resting on the table and say, "Then I forgive you." He stands up and so do I and we embrace each other in a warm embrace. I breathe in his scent and lean back to give him a peck on the lips. I missed this. I missed him.
