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If You Love Something...> chapters 17-18

Samantha was just outside campus, smiling from ear to ear. Her hands trembled as she took out her cell phone from her bag. She was just picked as a co-director for a play for the college. She couldn’t believe it herself. Most of the team were not happy, she was after all only a second year student. She was thrilled being given the opportunity but scared as hell for the possibility of falling flat on her face.

Her co-director wouldn’t have picked her unless he saw some ability in her. Right? Dread filled her. What if the whole thing turned out to be an uncleanable mess? Samantha sank to the ground, spilling the contents of her file all around her. A million and one things could go wrong. Maybe she should decline the offer. She was about to dial Mark’s number to confide in when she stopped dead. All these years, Mark was the first to know about anything new going on in Samantha’s life. Now, well, they broke up. Over. For a moment, she was hit with sentiment then she shook it away and speed dialed Joshua’s number instead.

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“Can I have your utmost attention?” said their tour manager.

“Duh!” Bryan muttered under his breath. It was one of those rare occasions where the lads were quiet and deadly serious for more than ten minutes. Nicky, Kian, Mark, Shane and Bryan were waiting earnestly for him to tell them the chart position for their new single Flying Without Wings. Their tour manager’s face was solemn. Was it really bad or was he messing with them?

“Number One,” short, clear and straight to the point. Everyone in the room was stunned.

“You sure?” asked Kian.

“Wait let me check,” he said as he took the fax he just received and glanced at it again, “No,” Kian’s face fell, “I’m very positive.”

“We have number one,” Bryan burst out, throwing his fist in the air. It was unbelievable. Their third single hit flew straight to number one! It was too good to be true. Everyone else joined in and cheered, jumping around, patting each other in the back.

“Okay, I’ve got to make a call to G,” said Nicky as he began hunting for his cell phone.

“Yeah, And I need to call Sa—“ Mark stopped himself, “Rowen.” He glanced around. Thank heavens everyone was busy celebrating that no one noticed. He listened to the ringing tone as he pondered on his thoughts. Whenever there was a good news with the band Samantha was who he usually told first. He can’t exactly do that anymore, can he, now that they aren’t in speaking terms? An automated voice came on and he hung up. He hated talking to machines. He called home instead.

“Ma, guess what?” he said, his excitement returning.

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CHAPTER 18

The traffic light turned red, slowly she brought her car to a stop. It was a Saturday evening in early December and Samantha had finished her Christmas shopping way ahead of schedule. In fact the backseat of her car was full with gifts. She looked around, the Christmas spirit was in the air, she smiled to herself.

In two weeks Joshua, her dad and Ashley’s parents were coming down for Christmas. She couldn’t help but look forward to it like a child. It’s been sometimes since they all got together. Around her every shop was decorated with Christmas ornaments. The CD player in her car was playing All I Want For Christmas by Mariah Carey. She was singing along when she felt a momentum, which forced her forward. Someone has crashed into her car.

“Are you insane?” Samantha asked furiously after inspecting the damage. It wasn’t very bad, there was a dent near the bumper. She could still drive the car. She wasn’t happy about it, after all she had the car for only two months. “The light is red. In case you’re wondering that means STOP, not GO,” she added sarcastically.

“I am so sorry. It was my fault. I’m not used to a right hand drive. I’ll settle the damages,” he said to her while bending down, inspecting the damage to the both cars. For a moment Samantha was taken aback. He spoke in an accent that she hadn’t heard in awhile, and the voice did sound familiar, but she was too annoyed to register who it was. Getting up he said to her, “Well, I’m new here and if you’ll direct us to the nearest mechanic, I’ll settle this as soon as possible.”

“Fine, see the turning there?” she asked him pointing to the next intersection.

“Sam? Samantha Micah?” he interrupted her. Now Samantha was bewildered. How does a complete stranger know her name. “It’s me,” he continued, removing his shades.

“Rowen?” she asked with a smile spreading across her face.

“One and only,” he said to her giving her a hug. By now they had an audience, so they confirmed the directions to the mechanic, sent their car for repairs and was sitting in a nearby café having tea.

“What are you doing here?” she asked after their orders arrived.

“My company transferred me here last week,” he replied, “Look I’m really sorry about your car. I keep feeling like I’m driving at the wrong side of the road.”

“You’ll get used to it,” she assured him.

“So are you still studying?” he changed the subject.

“Yep. I graduate in a few months time,” she replied. They chatted the whole evening, about the past and filling each other in on what’s currently going on in their lives.

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He had her in fits of laughter by the time they reached her flat.

“It’s so nice to see you again,” he said when their laughter subsided.

“Yeah, you too,” she said, then added, “Thanks for walking me home.”

“The least I could do for a lady whose car I wreaked,” he said, smiling. For a while there was a silence between them.

“Well, good night,” she said breaking the silence.

“Good night,” he replied. Then she turned and walked up the steps. As she was about to close the door behind her, he called out, “Hey Sam?” She looked questioningly at him.

“Umm…if you aren’t busy this weekend, maybe you’d like to go for lunch or something…” his voice trailed off. Samantha thought for a moment, “I’d like that,” she said with a smile.

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