|He Saw Me| A Matt Lintz Fanfiction

Chapter 22

*Matt's P.O.V*

|Dream|

"See Matt, this is what happens when you don't go to college in Alabama." Macsen said as we were currently signing a paper.

"I told you that Alex and I can't just move there." I said as I finished signing my name and then handed it to the person at the front desk.

Macsen looked at me. "I know that you don't want to do this."

"You don't tell me what to do."

"What about your future with Alex?" Macsen then asked.

"Has she not told you what we have been doing?" I asked and then Macsen shook his head.

"We've been trying to have a baby."

Macsen was taken back. "Since when?"

"A while." I shrugged because I can't remember.

"Remember that you're not an actor anymore. Since you decided to not do that anymore." Macsen pointed out. "How is all of this going to work so that you can earn money for the future baby?"

"That's why I've been trying to get another job."

Macsen nodded. "I know you are. But remember what I told you. If you went to Alabama for college, you could've earned your degree and got your diploma and possibly doing other stuff. I know that you don't want to do this."

"Please quit trying to guilt trip me."

"I'm not trying to do anything." Macsen said, looking at me seriously. "I'm trying to help you."

"Alex supports what I'm doing. Since she's still working at Target and trying to earn her degree." I said.

"Why did you quit acting in the first place?" He asked.

"I didn't think I was good as an actor anymore." I said, sadly.

"That's not true. You're one of the best actors ever and I'm not just saying that because I'm your brother."

I didn't say anything. I walked out of the building where we were at and the outside world was dark.

I looked behind me to see that Macsen was no longer there. I squinted my eyes. Where is he?

"Macsen?" I called.

No answer. He isn't here. Now I'm scared because I'm all alone. It was dark outside and I was scared that it might rain soon.

Is this even Georgia still?

And without warning, it started to rain. Oh, come on.

And there I stand in the pouring rain while I'm confused with my thoughts. What is all of this? What is happening?

Why am I starting to fall asleep?

Why is someone calling my name?

That's it. Someone's calling my name.

But who?

"Matt?" A voice called.

I whipped my head around in the direction of where the voice came from.

"I'm here. I'm right here."

"Matt, stop dreaming." Someone had said.

"What?" I called.