One Last Time 》Matt Espinosa {Sequel}

four.

❥matthew.

"A cat!" I yell.

Jess shakes her head, "No."

"Um, you're going up a ladder?" I ask.

We've been playing charades for the past 30 minutes because we couldn't think of anything better to do. The rest of the boys were in New York City, so me and Jessica had the whole place to ourselves. So her idea of fun was to play charades. I wouldn't really consider it "fun", but whatever makes her happy.

"No Matt." She laughs and continues doing the motions as I groan, trying to guess what she's doing.

"I don't know, I give up." I pout.

"Rock climbing!" She says, laughing. "That was so easy!"

"Not when you do the motions wrong!" I mock her and laugh.

She sighs and sits down in the middle of the bed next to me. I lay down and pull her with me, wrapping an arm around her and lightly kissing her forehead as she snuggles into me.

"Do you have your bags all packed?" I ask and slowly run my fingers up and down her arm.

She buries her face into me so that I can't see her anymore. "No." She giggles.

"Jess!" I say and move around so that she lifts her head back up. When she finally does, she looks up at me and pouts. "Babe, we leave for Vegas tomorrow, you have to go pack your stuff."

"Ugh fine." She groans and stands up.

"Hurry up!" I laugh and blow a kiss to her as she walks out of my room, ignoring me.

While she's in the other room packing her stuff, I turn the TV on and scroll through the guide to pick out a show that I want to watch.

Suddenly my phones starts vibrating next to me and I turn my head to see what the screen says. I sit up a little straighter and set the remote down as I grab my phone instead. I pull my eyebrows together as I look at the screen, not recognizing the number that shows up. After deciding whether or not to answer it, I finally do.

"Hello?" I answer and lean back against my pillows to get more comfortable.

Nobody answers and I immedietely think that someone is prank calling me. Probably Nash or Cam, they tend to do stupid things like that and it pisses me off.

"Hello? Who is this?" I ask, annoyed that whoever it is isn't speaking.

The person quickly hangs up and I roll my eyes as I pull my phone away from my ear. It makes me curious as to who it was, because for some reason I feel like I've seen that number at some point in my life. I go back to my recent calls and look at the first 3 numbers, otherwise known as the area code.

I bring up google on my phone and type in the 3 numbers and add "area code" after it and then press search. After taking a second to load, the results come up and say Manhattan, New York. Nobody I know lives in New York so I laugh to myself, it's obviously one of the guys prank calling me.

After a few minutes, I go back to my recent calls and call the number back just to get a laugh out of it. A couple rings later, someone finally answers it.

"Hello?" A quiet, girl voice answers. A girl? Okay, now I'm even more confused. It could also be a fan, because some fans used to get a hold of my number and text me all the time. I eventually had to go on Twitter and tell them to stop because I felt like it was invading my privacy and it kept blowing up my phone, so overtime I had to get a new phone which made me lose all of my contacts and pictures.