part five

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it had been a week or so and all the bruises finally cleared up, i had gotten numerous texts from my dad but i chose to ignore them. i blocked his number and all his socials.
"anna?" i hear someone say from the other side of chris' bedroom door. i was sitting on chris' bed with him across from me and we were in an intense match of rock paper scissors.
"yeah?" i say, still playing with chris. matt then walks in the door and shuts it behind him.
"oh hey chris" he says, walking over to the bed and sitting next to him.
"hey" he replies, still playing rock paper scissors.
"so anna, i was wondering if it's okay if emily comes over for a bit?" he asks me.
"matt it's y'all's house, you don't have to ask me permission" i said, giggling at his actions.
"i know i wanted to make sure you're comfortable with it" he says, smiling at me.
"of course i am, go have fun" i say, smiling back and continuing the game with chris.
"thanks anna" he says, ruffling my hair and getting up to leave. once he leaves chris speaks up.
"so are you really comfortable with it or are you just saying yes because it's matt and you wanna see him happy?" he says, looking up at me smirking.
"oh shut up" i said, playfully hitting his arm. he puts them up in defense.
"just saying" he says giggling. he moves to sit next to me and we put on a movie on the tv. i lay my head on his shoulder. chris is like an older brother to me, i can trust him with anything. he really is my best friend.
i guess i fell asleep because next thing i know i woke up in chris' bed with him not in it. i got up and checked the time. it was 4:57pm so i got up and walked out of chris' room.
"morning sleepyhead" i hear nick say from the living room.
"morning nicky" i say back, sitting at the island.
"chris went out and matt's with his girlfriend, do you wanna hang or something cus im bored" he asks, getting up from the couch and sitting next to me.
"yeah i'm down" i said.
"alright, maybe we can go shopping or to the beach or something?" he asked me.
"sounds pretty fun" i said, before gasping excitedly.
"what?" he asked.
"WE SHOULD GO THRIFTING!" i suggested.
"OMG YES! but we have to ask matt to drive us and pick us up after" he said, frowning.
"it's okay, let me text him." i said, pulling my phone out.
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me
can you drive me
and nick to the thrift
shop please?

matt
ughhh, fine.
when?

me
i'll text you when
me and nick are ready.
thank you!!

matt
you're welcome <3

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"he said yes!!" i exclaimed, standing up.
"awesome!!" nick said, going to his room to get ready. i remembered my clothes are in matt's room and groaned. i walked upstairs and towards his door. i took a deep breath, and knocked.
"come in" i heard from matt. i walked in to the sight of him and emily cuddling, the same way me and him would cuddle. i cringed but ignored it.
"my clothes are in here, sorry" i said, quickly grabbing them and walking out before he or she could say anything. i walked to the bathroom and started the shower. i took a quick one, and changed into my outfit and blow dried my hair. i wore blue jeans, a white shirt, and one of chris' zip up jackets. i took a quick picture and headed out of the bathroom. i heard yelling coming from matt's room, i guess him and emily were arguing.

matt pov:

"we have nothing going on, emily!" i said.
"stop lying! i see the way you look at eachother! why are her clothes in your room?!" she says back angrily.
"because when she first came back she stayed in my room because everyone else was asleep!" i said back. she rolled her eyes.
"she should've stayed at her dads." she mumbles under her breath.
"what?" i said, more angry than ever.
"you fucking heard me." she said sternly.
"out. get the fuck out!" i yelled.
"of course, always defending her" she said, rolling her eyes once more as she left my room. i sat on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, cursing under my breath. i wasn't gonna let her talk about anna like that. especially saying she should've stayed at her dads?
before i could continue my thoughts, i heard a light knock on the door. i stayed quiet.
"matt?" i heard anna's voice say on the other side of the door.
"come in" i said, lifting my head from my hands but still looking at the floor.
"are you okay?" she said, shutting the door behind her and sitting next to me.
"i guess" is all i said, not letting my eyes leave the floor.
"matt, look at me." she said, and i did. she softened her eyes at the view of me. without saying anything, i pulled her into a hug.
"i'm sorry matt." she said into my shoulder.
"don't be sorry. it's not your fault." i said, not letting go of the hug. she started to pull away, and by this point, tears had filled my eyes. i tried to blink them away, but was unsuccessful. she looked at me and that caused the first tear to fall. she quickly wiped it away with her thumb, leaving her hand on my face. i leaned into her touch, feeling safe in a way.
"everything's gonna be okay." is all she says, pulling me into one more tight hug.
"i'm staying here with you, alahna can take nick thrifting." she said, pulling out her phone to text nick.
"are you sure? you can go" i said, feeling guilty about ruining her day.
"of course i'm sure, i wanna stay with you" she said, smiling at me and sending the text to nick. i nodded and smiled back, scooting up and laying in my bed under the covers. she took off her shoes and laid next to me. i wrapped my arm around her waist and put my head on her chest. she wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair. and soon enough i forgot all about emily. i relaxed into her arms, feeling comforted from her touch.

annabelle pov:

i laid with him and played with his hair, trying to comfort him. soon enough i heard quiet light snores coming from him. he was completely relaxed and he drifted to sleep, but i kept playing with his hair anyways. i felt so bad for him, it's pretty much my fault that emily got mad at him. i just wish he wasn't so blind as to how much i liked him.
"goodnight matt." i whispered, kissing the top of his head and drifting off to sleep.















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