He opened the car door for me and I climbed in. I was sat in the car of my dreams. The car was a porshe with leather seats. Matt climbed in on the other side.
I turned to face my house. My mom was glancing out the lounge window.
"Seriously my mom, I'm so sorry" I giggled.
"It's fine" Matt grinned.
"You look good tonight" I complimented.
"T don't get carried away, this isn't real!" he gave me a stern look.
"Geez I was only giving you a compliment....but I thought?"
"You thought what?"
"Doesn't matter" I looked down towards the floor.
"You thought wrong!"
I felt a tear in my eye. Why couldn't Matt love me the way I loved him. Life can be so unfair.
"Like my ride?" Matt broke the silence.
"Nothing special" I still focused my glance on the floor.
"Oh come on T stop being such a miserable cow, I know you love it really!"
I wiped the tear from my eye. "Didn't know you owned a Porshe!"
"I don't."
"What?" I gave him a puzzled look.
"Its my dads."
"Oh I understand now!"
"Yeah it's pretty awesome!" he beamed.
The silence was awkward. I was miles away, staring out the window and Matt kept his focus on the road. We took a left turn and pulled up at a place called Labiano.
"We're here" he announced.
"Looks Italian!"
"Maybe because it is" he smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Wait Matt...can we get one thing straight before we go inside?" I asked.
"Yeah what?" he asked half listening.
"If this isn't a date what is it?"
He ignored me and started walking inside. We waited for a waiter to show us to our table. The room was dark and candle lit, there was a romantic atmosphere.
"Matt" I started again.
He ignored me once more.
"Here you are" a Italian waiter showed us to our table.
The waiter pulled back my chair for me to sit down in "Thanks" I smiled.
"No problem, would you like me to take your coat Madame?" the kind waiter asked in his Italian accent.
"Oh yes thank you" I handed him my coat.
"Matt can I please ask you..."
"Waiter, waiter" Matt clicked his finger obviously trying to avoid my question.
A new waiter drew near.
"Can we order drinks" Matt questioned.
The waiter nodded.
"In which case I want a coke, what about you?" he asked me avoiding making eye contact.
"Water" I said grimly.
The waiter jotted something down and waddled off to get our drinks.
I decided to drop the question.
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