"Thank you." I said to PJ. But he was already gone.

"Hey sugar!"

"Darby! How are you?" I say over the phone. I'm currently sat on the sofa next to Phil watching some generic show on the TV. It's been three days since Phil's Britlingen friend, PJ, gave us a visit.

"I'm good thanks. So my cousin just moved here from Scotland and I'm gonna go help him unpack. You wanna help?"

"Your cousin?" I ask, sitting up.

"Yeah, his name is Max. I think you'd like him. If you're not still chasing that Phil man of course." Darby laughs.

"I'm not... chasing... anyone..." I say weakly. "Where does he live?"

"326 Mount Lane. I'm there now so just come whenever" Darby answers.

"Okay, I'll be there soon." I answer.

Phil looks at me when I put the phone down.

"Darby's cousin just moved in, I said we'd go help." I say as I stand up and stretch.

"Now?" Phil asks, looking back at his show and then at me.

"Darby said whenever." I shrug. "We should get there before they finish though obviously."

Phil stretches and then stands up. "Okay. Let's go."

Phil and I walked to this 'Max' guys house since Mount Lane is only around the corner.

The house is small but quaint. There is a pickup truck parked on the street outside of it and the tiny garden filled with long grass and weeds was littered with furniture, cardboard boxes and other appliances. As we approached, Darby was just walking out of the open door to grab a box and take it inside.

"Hey cherry pie." Darby winked at me. "Good to see you and Phil are still going strong."

"Shush you." I say with a smile. "You know we're just friends."

"If that's what you call it." Darby says with a smirk as she looks Phil up and down.

"Darby what in the hell is taking so long?" A man walks out of the house and slows down as he lays his eyes on me.

He is exremely tall, slightly taller than Phil and he has a head of ginger hair which has been pushed back with his fingers. His eyes are a harsh hazel and I can see his muscles through his tight, dark gray shirt. His body is toned, his biceps make the short sleeves of the shirt look tight and the outline of his six pack can be seen through his top. He is wearing jeans with rips on the knees and expensive trainers. It takes every fibre within me to stop my jaw from falling open and I struggle to keep everything in check.

"Max this is Samantha and Phil. Phil, Samantha, this is my (very single) cousin, Max." Darby says with a wink.

"Nice to meet you Max." Phil says. Max doesn't take his eyes off me and completely ignores Phil.

"Hi." I say awkwardly as I approach and extend my hand out for him to shake.

"Pleasure to meet such a gorgeous girl like yourself." Max says in his amazing Scottish dialect as he looks me up and down and bites his bottom lip. He notices my hand and shakes it with his, firm, moist grip. "Nice to meet you too, Bill."

"It's Phil-" Phil starts.

"Let's get unpacking shall we?" Max says as he claps his hands together. I look back at Phil who looks... embarrassed? Intimidated?

He walks into the garden and Darby hands him a box. "Just put this in the kitchen for me please sugar?"

He holds the box and looks at me.

"Samantha could you just grab that box for me? The one with the playstation in it." Max asks as he points to a box just behind me.

"Sure." I say as I turn to go get it.

I feel Max's eyes on me as I bend over to grab the box and I turn around to see him with a douchey smirk on his face. "Thanks." He says with a wink as I hand him the box.

I look back at Phil who shakes his head and then turns to put the box in the kitchen.

I grab a box labelled 'kitchen supplies' and follow Phil. Surely enough, Max still stares at me, waching my hair bounce across my back as I jog slightly to catch Phil up.

"That Max character, huh?" I laugh as I put the kitchen supplies on the counter.

Phil jumps slightly when he hears me speak so suddenly. "Yeah. What a character." Phil laughs.

"Hey, Bill?" Max asks as he walks into the kitchen.

"It's Phil." Phil corrects for the second time.

"Yeah. Right. Phil. Come help me move the couch into the room?"

"Okay." Phil answers.

He follows Max out of the house and I walk closely behind.

Darby and I grab the cushions off the couch and Phil and Max stand either side of the couch.

"Lift on three. One. Two. Three!" Max counts as the two men bend over and lift up the sofa. As soon as it's lifted off the ground, the couch slips from Phil's grip and lands on his toe. He yelps suddenly and jumps back.

"OUCH!"

"Oh I'll do it." Darby says as she takes Phil's place.

"You okay?" I ask as I walk over to Phil.

Phil is hopping up and down, holding his foot in pain. "Yep. I'm good." He says through clenched teeth.

"Do you need some ice?" I ask.

Phil stumbles back, unable to balance on one leg and falls onto a box of clothes. Shirts fly everywhere and land on top of Phil.

"Oh my god." Max laughs from the doorway. "You're such a clutz."

Phil flushes a soft shade of pink and stands up. "Sorry." He mumbles. I stifle a giggle at his clumsiness and walk over to help him pick up the shirts.

"I have butter fingers." Phil explains with a nervous laugh.

I give him a smile. "It's okay. No damage done."

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A/N:
Love y'all. Love everyone who's reading and voting and commenting. Here, accept my love, child's ♡♡♡