Matt and I skipped school that day, ignoring our project, and just going out to have some fun. As the weather was finally changing over to a temperature that was tolerable, we decided to head into the city, and take a day to remember that the world is bigger than the one horse town of Eastport.
I had to show him my favorite place in the world, my home away from home: Coney Island.
“I’ve never been.” Matt said, trying to maneuver is truck through the lanes on the Utopia Parkway.
“My mom used to take Austin and I here when we were little,” I felt a lump in my throat as I spoke of my mother. “And I mean it’s not this magical place anymore, it’s kind of crappy now, but it holds a lot for me you know?”
“It’s just a beach right?”
“It’s a boardwalk, Matt.”
“Don’t get like that I don’t come out here I’m not a city boy.” He said laughing.
We spent the day in my old haunt, riding the Wonderwheel, the Cyclone, and having lunch at the world famous Nathan’s, you can pretty much get it anywhere else now, but Nathan’s is always best on the boardwalk in Coney Island.
As we drove home I began to panic. My mother or father hadn’t called at all, and I was fairly positive she would know that I didn’t go to school today. I wondered if she was even worried about me.
“Matt, I don’t want to ask, but I have to and I feel weird and you can say no and-“
“Faith, you don’t have to ask. You’re staying with me tonight.” He said placing a reassuring hand on my leg.
When we got back to Matt’s house, I knew it was going to be a problem that I was coming into stay. Matt may play it off like he’s this huge player, but in reality I knew the truth; that he was a huge mama’s boy.
We came through the front door and into the grand castle Matt lived in. I had no idea why they always hung out by Monica’s house, when his family’s home was a lot nicer, in location and style.
“Mom, I’m home.” Matt called through the house, he motioned for me to follow him as I stood frozen by the front door.
“Matthew! Where have you been all day? it’s nearly 9:00 and I know you didn’t go to school today, I got the call.” She came towards the front door and I saw her mouth form a thin line when she saw me,
“Matthew, you know your curfew.” She said glancing between the two of us.
“I know, but uh, Norma and George, they won’t let Faith come home right now. And she really needs somewhere to stay.”
“Just for tonight,” I added in, I planned to venture into the witch’s lair tomorrow, I wanted to go home, I just didn’t want to face my parents. Matt’s mother said nothing, and I could see that she was mulling it over.
“Please, mom, she can sleep in my room,” My face, through no fault of my own started to become hot, I knew I was turning red. I saw his mother’s face become more cross, as she folded her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows
“I mean, I’ll sleep down here, obviously.” He said clearing his throat, and his mother, finally breaking her silence said that it was okay.
Matt showed me to his room, which was filled with baseball memorabilia, and a collection of comic books on the shelf. There were tons of books on a huge shelf that covered one of the wide four walls. I couldn’t act like I wasn’t impressed, I walked over to it immediately and ran my hand over the spines of hundreds of books he had.
“I didn’t know you were such an intellectual.” I said still staring up in awe. He came around behind me, lacing his arms around my waist and tucking his head into my neck, placing soft kisses there.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, babe.” He whispered, I turned around to face him and he pressed me up against the book shelf, kissing me passionately. His hand, tugged at my shirt as he attempted to take it off. We broke away from the kiss and he lifted it over my head, and his hands skimmed over my bra, my back arched toward him. I started to pull at the buttons on his flannel and soon enough his bare chest was pressing against mine, his body was muscular and sinewy. As we were about to move to the bed, we were horribly interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Matthew, it’s getting late, can you come downstairs for a minute?” his mom called through the door. I had to stifle a laugh, as Matt held me in his arms, it was all just too weird.
“Yeah, okay mom, I’m coming.” He said, we didn’t move until we heard her walk away from the door, and at that we both burst out laughing.
“Come on, let’s get dressed.”
Taking a shower at a house that isn’t yours is always confusing. It takes you nearly double the amount of time you actually spend in the shower to get it to turn on. As I got ready for bed, I pulled on one of Matt’s old t shirts, he was so much taller than me that it hung down just above my knees. I got down under the covers in his bed, and it felt warmer than mine had ever felt. I was more tired than I had originally thought, and my eyes gave in and soon I was asleep. I was never the kind of person who could settle into a deep sleep, I woke up at the slightest sound, and I could never sleep on a plane, train or automobile, so when Matt came in sometime in the middle of the night, I heard him before his hand even turned the handle. I sat up in bed holding the covers over me.
“Hi.” He said
“Hi” I said, the moonlight from his bedside window was the only thing illuminating his face. I shifted over in the bed and put my hand to the empty side, he came in and laid down next to me, wrapping his arm around me as I moved in closer to him.
“Won’t your mom be mad?”
“Ah, she’ll get over it.”
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This Kiss
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