Hearing her quick exclaim, Sams eyebrows raised as he quickly turned to her, then as she calmed herself, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Huge? Really? Well, in that case, why didn’t we go ‘round yours!” He joked as he watched her nibble her thumb, he lowered his eyebrows as he grinned at her, chuckling afterwards. He couldn’t deny how cute he found Wendy. Hearing her question, he shook his head. “Nah, Nadia’s moving in soon. It’s no surprise, she does spend most of her time here anyway.” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.
Sam watched as she made her way over to the fireplace, hearing her soft voice, he knew what she was going to pick up, god knows why the photo was there in the first place. Sam had flat, dull, brown hair, which was also known as “the bowl cut” - it was no secret his mother loved that haircut. “Cute?” Sam repeated, raising an eyebrow as he sat on the arm of the couch. “I guess that’s one word for it.” He joked, shrugging his shoulders. “I’d say… silly.” He chuckled. Hearing her gasp, he squinted his eyes, sending her a sarcastic smile, as he knew she knew it was not natural as she’d spent the day once dying it for him. “I think you know I’m not a natural blonde,” He said, with a small laugh. “Or do we have to revisit New Years when you spent dying my hair?” Sam added, laughing again as he tilted his head towards her.
As he asked her, he couldn’t help but notice the big smile that quickly grew to her face at the mention of food - one thing Sam always liked in Wendy was her love of food, in Sams eyes, there’s nothing greater. “Chinese?” Sam repeated after she mentioned it, then thought for a moment. He hadn’t had Chinese in a while, if anything, he had only had Chinese once in his life. “Okay, but you’re gonna have to help me out.” He said, before taking the brochure from her. Flipping it over, he looked at the list of food, the list which just looked like a completely different language, and although that is what it was, he knew normal people could understand and imagine what the foods were in their head - but not Sam. He had no clue. “Er, I’ll have.. the…” Sam squinted his eye, he wasn’t even going to attempt to pronounce any of the words, so simply, turned the brochure to Wendy, pointing at any random one. “This?” He said, which came out as a question, as he chuckled.
As she listened to him, her eyes widened. Was he being sarcastic? She thought to herself, flashing him a small smile so he wouldn’t worry. It wasn’t soon after he had changed the subject, and it was as if he had confirmed the joke, Wendy quickly giggled softly as she sighed. “Next time, I promise you can come over to my house,” She stated, with a small nod. “Or we could go later on?” Wendy added, although it was asked, to her, it wasn’t much of a question and she had already decided on this. “There’s plenty of time, Samuel.” She spoke, sending him a cheeky smile before he began talking again. “Oh, gosh, you and Nadia in one house together?” She repeated quickly after. “That doesn’t sound very safe,” Wendy teased, trying her best to keep a straight face as she looked at the blonde. “Nor clean.” She added, which caused her small giggle to escape her lips.
Sams attempt at reading the brochure was undoubtedly the cutest thing Wendy had ever witnessed; it came as no surprise that he couldn’t even begin to read even one of the words on the menu. As he pointed towards one of them, Wendy peared her eyes over his arm, taking a look at what he had chosen. Birds Nest Soup. Of course, Wendy knew what almost every food on the menu was, it wasn’t that she got alot of takeaway, but she had come from a wealthy family which allowed her to visit China anytime she had wanted. Quickly, she giggled, shaking her head as she put her hand over the title. “No,” She spoke, looking up at Sam. “I don’t think you’ll like that too much, it tastes like nothing but..” She knew the one word to describe it, but it wasn’t one which she cared to use, the wealthy family had brought her up with manners, and left her with that, along with her strong British accent which came across in every sentence she spoke.
“I- It’s a tad musty.” This was the only word, other than Snot, in which she agreed with herself to use. Keeping the smile on her face, she looked up at Sam, trying to hold back her laughter. “How about we go out and see where we end up? Who knows, we may find an old abandoned food court.” She suggested, now, holding back her hardest as she knew she was fighting with herself, one part of her wanted to finish that sentence, describing what could happen next, but she wouldn’t let that part come through. Sam was one of her honest and nicest friends, and she didn’t want him to think she was weird, nor crazy. Food court. She repeated in her head, thinking how silly that must have sounded coming from the British blonde. It was no secret that Wendy really was trying her best to use the american terms to prevent getting laughed at. But, she knew Sam wouldn’t frown in the face of adventure; One thing she did love about Sam was his spontaneity, she knew he couldn’t turn down an adventure and he was the one to turn to when craving one. She kept the small smile on her face as she rested her head in her hands, looking up at Sam as she awaited an answer.
Hearing her repeat his speech, he grinned and laughed to himself, finally realising just house silly that sentence had sounded as she repeated it. As he listened to her compliment, he laughed once again. “Well,” He said, shrugging his shoulders as he watched her admire his house; he, of course, didn’t think much of his house, maybe as he was so used to it and he’d seen his friends with better ones, but, that’s just how he saw it. “It’s alright, I guess.” He smirked, looking back at her as he shrugged again. “Is it? I didn’t think you could get smaller than this.” He teased. “Yours must be small, huh?” He continued, chuckling softly as he spoke.
Sam continued to watch her admire his home, he liked the look in her eyes, like a little kid seeing the world for the first time, it was endearing. As she sat on the couch, Sam went behind her, picking up the dirty clothes, boxes and rubbish that he had chucked on the floor from last night, he had, had a late night catching up with Nadia and they usually do enough to mess his house up in at least less than an hour. He didn’t mind, but he did want his home to look nice, especially when having a new guest. Quickly, he walked into his kitchen, placing the rubbish in the bin and the clothes in the washing basket, hoping she wouldn’t notice as he did his best to act casual when doing this.
As he finished, he walked back into his front room, looking at her as she spoke again. “Erm,” He began speaking, thinking about the many options that they could do. “Food?” He spoke, shrugging his shoulders, as, of course, food was automatically his first thought most days as he was, most of the time, hungry, sometimes he couldn’t decide whether it was hunger he felt or just boredom. Sam laughed, as he heard himself and sat on the edge of the couch, looking over at her. “You hungry?” He asked, raising his eyebrows as he did so.
As she heard his question, she quickly turned to him. “No!” She replied quickly, then reassured him with a smile. “I mean, no, it was,” She spoke, shifting her eyes at her quick exclaim as she tried to brush it off. She didn’t want him to feel she attacked him or anything. “Now, it’s much bigger. Huge.” She added, with a small giggle. “Do you live here alone?” She asked, now nibbling on her thumb as she began feeling slight uncomfortable, it wasn’t anything to do with Sam, because, of course, he made her feel more than comfortable, Wendy just had a constant tendency to fiddle with her fingers, to calm herself or just because she gets bored when she is doing nothing.
Wendy kept the smile glued to her face as she admired his front room; the shelf was full of family photos and silly little toys, the house was very Sam. As she continued admiring it, she couldn’t help but notice the young blonde rushing behind her, she tried not to show she noticed, as she knew it would do nothing but embarrass him, so decided not to say anything. “Aw,” She spoke, walking over to Sams fireplace as she picked up a baby photo of him. “You look so cute.” She said with her signature smile glued to her lips as she kept her eyes on the photo, he really did look the perfect baby boy; with big blue eyes, which had remained and short brown hair. Noticing the brown hair, she turned to face Sam, who had just entered the front room. “Not a natural blonde?” She said, pretending to act shocked as she showed the photo to him, pointing at it.
Hearing his question, she almost jumped with joy, she hadn’t eaten all day and it was almost midday by now. Carefully, she placed the photo back onto the fireplace and walked over to the couch, sitting by Sam. “Yes!” She replied quickly, biting her lower lip, gently, as she pondered the food brands. “I could really go for a Chinese.” She suggested, although she had known Sam for a very long time now, things like his favourite food had never really come up in a conversation, so therefore, she didn’t really know what to suggest, but Wendy was always a fan of Chinese - even if it was just the rice she loved. Looking on his table, he had several brochures of different food companies, she giggled, picking them up, that was typical Sam. As she dug through them, she pulled out a Chinese takeaway leaflet. “Here we go.” She said, looking back up at Sam with a smile.
As he headed to his bathroom, Sam gazed at himself in the mirror, raising an eyebrow as he noticed his flat hair. Kneeling down, he looked in the cupboard under his sink, looking for hair product, as he reached to the back, he picked out the last of what he had. He didn’t use loads of product, but he just barely brought any new bottles. Pulling out the can, he stood back up and looked into the mirror, putting a bit on his hand before beginning to style his hair. He planned not to put too much in, which came easy since hs had barely any left.
As he finished, he washed his hands, washing the product off, then walked out the bathroom, back into his bedroom. Sam was already dressed, as he had been all day, he debated whether to change, but thought not to as what he was wearing was casual and he was only meeting Wendy and since he felt comfortable with Wendy, he knew she wouldn’t judge him for his clothing. Sam was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red polo shirt; a polo shirt was usually his typical choice of shirt, there was no real reason why, it was just something he always wore. On his feet were his usual pair of sneakers; these were a must-have for Sam as he was always up to new adventures, and the sneakers were strong enough to get him through everyday, and that’s exactly what they did.
Sam walked into his front room and sat down as he waited to hear Wendy at the door, luckily, the front room was right next to the front door, so he could answer it quickly if he heard the door. It wasn’t soon before Sam heard Wendys gentle knock on his door, he smiled as he walked over to his front door and opened it, seeing the blonde girl in front of him. “Hello,” He said as he looked at her, keeping the smile on his face. Moving aside, he welcomed her into his house, which was not as clean as it could have been, especially as he had company, but he was so busy sorting himself out, he had completely forgot. “Welcome to the.. messy.. house of Hurley.” He grinned as he spoke, then quickly caught on to how lame that must have sounded, but laughed nervously; half laughing at himself.
Gazing up at the tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, an instant smile grew to Wendys lips. “House of Hurley?” She repeated, as she looked ahead of him, trying to catch a sneak peek before entering. Hearing the alliteration, she couldn’t help but giggle a little. As she noticed him inviting her inside, she entered, her eyes wandered around his big house, admiring each and every detail of it. “This is beautiful, really, very beautiful.” She said as she scanned her eyes around the house, then met Sams. “And much bigger than mine.” She admitted, her eyes falling to the back of her head as she giggled softly.
Walking a bit further inside the house, she ran her fingers along the couch, admiring the texture, as she walked past it. Keeping her eyes forward, she walked around the front of the couch and sat down on it, making herself at home, but not trying to intrude; she sat slowly, keeping a correct posture as she looked back over at Sam. “So,” She said, as she twiddled her thumbs, unable to keep still although she tried; she wasn’t exactly the most socialable person, she was very shy and kept herself to herself, but Sam insisted their friendship and pretty much didn’t take no for an answer, not that this was a bad thing, without that, they wouldn’t be as good friends as they now are.
“What are we doing first?” Wendy asked, keeping the smile on her face, which soon grew as she waited for an answer, trying not to giggle as she always did. Before doing anything else, Wendy continued scanning around Sams house, it was so big, it would take a long time to get from place to place, although she figured it wouldn’t be like that for Sam since he grew up in it. She wasn’t sure whether the house was actually a huge house, or if she was just not used to seeing big houses; because for Wendy, who grew up in just a small cottage, most houses that weren’t her own were almost like a mansion in her eyes. As Wendy brought her mind back down to earth, and pulled herself from her thoughts, she looked back at Sam with her signature smile.
Looking through her large wardrobe, Wendy looked through her multiple dresses, trying to choose the right one to wear when meeting Sam. As she peered at her window, she noticed the sun beaming through the gap in her curtains and it was almost as if a lightbulb went off and she saw the perfect outfit in her head. Reaching into her closet, she picked out the black playsuit, it may had sounded a bit plain, but as she put it on and as her golden locks fell to it, it was perfect. The playsuit had a lace texture to it with a bow on the bottom to break up the black, as Wendy gazed at herself in her full-length mirror, she thought to herself, wondering what was missing from the outfit and by a couple of minutes, she had another idea.
Walking over to her cupboard, she opened the drawer to find hundreds - maybe more - of headbands, Wendy seemed to pick up a headband almost every time she saw one, but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; she loved them, they just completed outfits. As she was wearing black, almost every headband would had gone with it, and she picked out the white one, it went well with her hair and the outfit which was a bonus. The headband wasn’t covered in flowers, and had just three, so it wasn’t too much - just the right amount. As she placed it in her hair, she smiled at herself before heading to the door, to meet Sam. Without another thought, Wendy walked out her front door; although the sun was out, there was still a cold breeze, which hit her shoulders in just under a few seconds. After a few seconds, she walked back into her house and picked her black leather jacket from the hook. The leather jacket was her favourite item of clothing; it had short sleeves and studs all down the front of it, with a small star stud at the bottom, and on her, it looked perfect.
After sliding the jacket on, Wendy walked out the door, locking it behind her and headed down the path towards Sams house. As she walked down the path, she placed her headphones in her ears, listening to her music as she walked towards Sams; luckily, Sam lived right around the corner from Wendy, so it wasn’t exactly a long walk. As Wendy got to the top of Sams road, she couldn’t help but dance a little to her music, imagining the story behind the song in her head as she continued walking. It wasn’t long before she reached Sams house, she paused her music as she gently knocked on Sams door and tapped her foot as she waited for him to open the door.