Trivial Love

Maybe Tonight

Chapter 8

(m/r) POV

    I hear taps and smile sleepily tapping back to him. 'Are you feeling better?' I sigh, glad that Matt or whoever I was talking to was fine. 'Yeah I guess I'm fine, I just miss you.' I could feel the warmth that Matt would give me when I was laying on the floor sad. Of course I would except him to come be with me right now but no. I don't hear tapping anymore and stay up that night thinking of things I probably won't do tomorrow.

Hearing tapping I smile but realize someone was just at the door knocking. I lay there still and cover my head with the blanket. I look at my phone and see it was now 1:30 in the morning. I hear knocking and ignore it but then the door bust open. I don't look up though already knowing who it was. They took the blanket off my head and try to pat my head. "Why are you here and why'd you break my door?

Now you have to pay for that, someone could break in." Danny looks at me and sighs, "sorry about that" I give him a annoyed face. "Get out now or else I'll make you get out. You don't need to be here and I don't like you, it's not because of what happened either. So get out and send me the money for the door." He nods and sighs leaving, looking around the house.

Once he leaves I lay back down wrapping a blanket around me. Danny sent me the money and I got the door that night. I finish working and wait for the door to come. After a while I get bored and stare at a hole in the wall. Matt never got it repaired because that was to show that we had been there. I haven't patched it up because I still like the feeling and memories it brings up. After a while I see the sun come up and smile but stop.

That morning I got up and went to lay on the couch. I get up though and get a pallet, paint, paint brushes, and a canvas. For second I just start painting for no reason not knowing what to paint. But then I start painting something well actually someone, of course it was Matt. Each brush stroke I thought of him and each time it made me feel all kinds of emotions. Sometimes I would take a break to look at it and drink or eat something. It made me think of different things because of the colors.

    Then I turn hearing someone at the door and I stand up walking to them. They had the new door that I ordered and they leave it once I sign the papers. I pick it up and start getting work done putting it in. The next thing I do is stand there bored again and walk to the painting. I got more canvases to paint on and started painting. I painted my cat first though, she had to be the second person to paint. Then I stopped seeing it was dark again and lay on the floor again with a blanket.

    Of course I miss Matt he would know how to make me feel better. He would help me with this and he would be with me, fighting the bad guys. But now I'm doing this alone and I like to be alone but it has been a year. Of course I would cry to Matt like this and of course I would do this. I just need to chill out for a little, I go outside to have some fresh air. The next thing I knew I was on a building looking for Matt. I listen for Matt and think I hear him but it wasn't him.

    I look for him in different places looking all through the city. It was driving me crazy, I couldn't find him but I can find anyone. Matt was different though so he was hard to find sometimes. Then I think 'what would Matt do?' He would look for something unexpected, a little risky, but smart. I start to give up after not being able to find him for almost the whole night. I won't give up because he wouldn't give up looking.

There were sounds all around me but then I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around quickly and see that it was nobody. There wasn't anyone there I was just hoping and tired from looking for him. For a moment I try and remember things that might've been clues to finding him. After a while of looking all night I go to my apartment. I sigh walking in, remembering the things we did here. We used to do all kinds of things and now I have to do them alone.

After a while of looking for him I go home to look on the internet. Then I found something interesting, but it wasn't him. I lied on the couch and looked at our room we used to share. When I was finished I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I turn around grabbing whoever was behind me. "Who are you what are you doing and why me?" They just chuckle at me and look at me.

  "Sorry, you know the Spider kid I just wanted to make sure you weren't someone bad. He's been through a lot and I want to protect him." I sigh and let them go looking at who it was. "I'm Deadpool, I see your looking for someone. Can I help?" I look at him and roll my eyes turning away. "You won't know how to find him because you don't know him.

Sorry." He laughs and nods his head in a understanding way. "Since your a good person I'll have to leave now bye." He leaves through the window and I just go to the couch again. I lay down and fall asleep tired from this shit. For a minute I thought I heard something but I just stay laying down. I open my eyes a little, seeing Luke in my kitchen. I sigh again this isn't the day or any day, this is so tiring.
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Sorry I'm getting a little lazy