"Ooooh, who's a gloomy guts." I giggled.
Matt had just arrived looking perfect, well except for the expression on his face.
"What's happening?" He asked my mom.
"She's had her x-ray and we're waiting for the results."
I looked at him, standing there, fuck he even looked sexy when he was pissed off.
"What were you thinking?" He said glaring at me.
I smiled. "Never you mind."
"Bella."
Gosh, did he have to look so fine.
"She's had morphine so she's a little......"
"Obviously." Matt grumbled.
I watched him pull over a chair and sit down.
"You hate me."
"Bella, I do not."
"You do." I cried.
"I'm just a little angry."
I groaned loudly, closing my eyes, he was a little angry.
"So how?" He asked.
"There was a scuffle." Mom told him.
"A scuffle?"
"Kiss me you big stud." I blurted.
"Isabella." Mom said.
"What. I want him."
"Bella, please." Matt said awkwardly.
"Ugh I knew it, you don't love me." I started crying.
"Izzy, stop." He murmured, leaning over and kissing my cheek.
"You suckered me in and now your throwing me away."
"Morphine." Mom stated.
"Bella I am not throwing you away. I love you." He whispered, kissing me softly.
I closed my eye's, this was what I wanted.
"I want to go home and do things to you." I told him.
"Isabella." Mom said, sounding shocked.
"Oh mom stop." I giggled. "We've had sex."
"Bella shhhhh." Matt murmured. "You don't have to tell everyone everything."
"But it's true."
He smiled at me, taking my hand.
"Good news." The doctor said, interrupting us. "You don't need surgery, so we'll cast you and you can go home."
"Yaaay." I yelled, throwing my arm's up.
"Jesus." Matt said.
"Yeah, don't do that Isabella." The doctor said.
Fine, I'd sit here and do nothing because it seemed no matter what I said or did it was wrong. Unfortunately I couldn't shut up.
"Are we gonna get married?"
"Oh god." Mom muttered.
"Let's worry about your arm first." Matt told me.
"Great." I snapped.
I'd just been given the brush off.
