𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━━ 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘖

CHAPTER 11

( TIME SKIP )

I sat on my bed, my hair in tight French braids from the shower I had taken this afternoon. My TV broadcasted the local news before I grabbed the remote, switching to Netflix where I picked out Thirteen Reasons Why. My phone vibrated once. Then once more. One more time before I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. I paused the TV then glanced at my phone that read the time being around 4 in the morning. It also read three different text messages from Matt before eventually, my phone was vibrating insanely in my hands and Matt's face popped up on my screen that was now reading incoming facetime from bernard 💩.

"What the hell. Why are you calling me at..." I glanced at the top of my phone. "4:17 in the morning?"

"I could ask you why you're up at 4:17 in the morning." he answers with a smirk.

"Couldn't sleep." I shrug, "Do you wanna do something ambitious?" he asks. "At four in the morning? Fuck yeah!" I chuckle.

"Aight this is my plan. I come pick you up, we drive to... I don't know. Anywhere you want. I got some blunts from that kid's party a few days ago and we get high and just talk." he proposes, ending with a shrug.

"You wanna get high?" I ask, "I mean we don't have to do that, I just think we should be open." he shrugs, "You know?"

"Last time I tried to be open with you, you told me that if I actually meant it, I'd tell you while I was sober, then stormed off." I mention, "That was because I was drunk." he defends.

"And high." I add, "I hadn't gotten high at that point. After I ran off is when I got high." he states, "Still." I reply.

"So are you in or not?" he asks, "It involves my favorite person, of course I'm in." I answer.

"Aww. I'm your favorite person?" he asks with a smile, "That's sweet, but no. I mean me." I smile.

"Damn. Am I at least in your top ten?" he asks, "You're in my top two." I answer, smiling at him.

"Great- so uh- um. I'll be on my way?" he asks awkwardly, "Okay. I'll get ready." I answer.

"K, I'll see you shortly, Annie." he smiles, "Okay." I smile back at the nickname he hadn't called me since 1st grade.

"ANNIKA HELP ME!" Matt exclaims, sitting down in front of me as I played with Chris's Ipad he specifically told me to not touch.

"Hey wait. Is that Chris's Ipad?" he asks, "Uhm. No!" I answer, hiding it behind my back.

"Whatever. I wasn't going to tell on you. I'm not a snitch." he replies, "Okay. But what did you need help with?" I ask, setting the Ipad beside me.

"I need a nickname for you." he sighs, "Why?" I giggle, "I just need one. It's your last day here before you go back to school. This whole Spring break I haven't found ONE nickname for you!" he answers.

"Nikka?" I offer.

"NIKKA. NIKKA. NIKKA!"  Matt shouts as Justin walks by.

"You can't say that! That's a bad word!" Justin exclaims, pointing a finger at Matt.

"It is?" he asks.

"MATT SAID A BAD WORD?" Chris shouts, running and sliding  in his socks.

"Hey that's my Ipad!" Chris exclaims, pushing past Justin to grab the Ipad next to me.

"Matt gave it to me!" I claim, pointing to Matt.

"First you say a bad word and now you gave her my Ipad?! You're definitely getting timeout for that." Chris says to Matt.

"I didn't know it was a bad word! And I didn't even give her the Ipad! She had it when I came in!" Matt defends.

"Now I'm glad it's your last day." Chris scoffs, hugging his Ipad close to him as he stomps out of the room dramatically.

"Great now he's mad!" I say, throwing my hands by my side with a sigh.

"It's okay Annie he's just throwing one of his stupid fits- OH MY GOD. Wait. Stupid isn't a bad word, right Justin?" Matt asks, turning to his older brother.

"I mean, I guess not." Justin shrugs, "Hey! You called me Annie! That can be your nickname for me." I point out, "Oh yeah!" Matt replies with a smile.

"Annie. I like it." he states, "Me too." I reply.

"Why did you bring garlic bread?" I chuckle as I get into the passenger seat, "Garlic bread smacks. Hashtag stop the hate on garlic bread. " he replies.

"You can play music if you want,  here's the cord." Matt says, handing me the cord.

"I'm good. The silence is quite wonderful." I smile, "Okay." he replies.

"So where are we headin?" he asks, "I know a place. Just turn right here and I'll tell you where to go from there." I answer, pointing down a street to the right.

He smiles as he turns.

A few more rights and lefts, more cutting down ally ways, until we arrived at the spot.

The cold air casted against my skin as I opened the door.

"How did you find this place? You literally just moved here last year." Matt chuckles, "I know my ways around town." I smile.

I grab his hand and lead him to the middle of the field. We plop a seat down with a giggle.

"Do you have the blunts?" I ask, "I only have one so we'll have to share." he answers, pulling out a piece of paper and a bag of weed.

"A lighter?" I ask, "Of course." he winks as he begins to roll the blunt.

"How did you learn all of this in one night?" I ask, he looks at me, licking the paper to hold it together.

"I just do." he shrugs, pulling out the lighter and lighting it.

It hadn't took long for me to have a reaction to the blunt, I was lightweight and so was Matt. We were high in a matter of seconds.

"Have I ever told you." he takes a pause. "That it drives me crazy." he continues.

"What does?" I ask, "Your hair." he answers, brushing past the tips of it with his fingers.

"One moment it's curly and then it's straight. It fascinates me. Either way you look... really really good. Like really good." he continues.

I giggle at this.

"Really good." he mutters.

"It's just- like right now." he says, sitting up straight.

"It's really curly. I know you put it in braids but it drives me absolutely crazy. It's just so... pretty. Whether it's straight, wavy, or curly. It's just so pretty. I like it the way it is right now. It's suits your style. Your face. Your eyes." he says, moving the hand that had been playing with the tips of my hair, to the cheek of my face.

"Everything about you, just drives. Me. Crazy."

I laugh smally. Looking down at my lap, I tuck my hair behind me ear, my hand brushing his.

"Sorry." I say with a laugh, "Don't be," he replies. 

I look up, catching his eyes looking into mine.

"What?" I ask, "You're just so..." he begins to answer.

"Wow."

"You're pretty wow too." I tell him.

"Jesus fuck Annika. You really don't know the things you do to me." he chuckles lowly, shaking his head as he hangs his head low, lowering his hand from my face.

"Well I hope they aren't bad things!" I exclaim, "They're not." he replies, smiling.

"Definitely not."

KIERA SPEAKS: OMG HIII SORRY THIS IS LATE MY COMPUTER HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY AND I HAVEN'T HAD MUCH WRITING TIME AND IT SUCKS WRITING ON MY  PHONE SO HERE