𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛....
matt finally realizes how
much kyah means to him
after her boyfriend cheats
on her.
𝐎𝐑
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛....
kyah realizes her missing
piece has been there all
along when she finds care
and comfort in her best
friend.
Tears mixed with the chemicals of kyah's mascara dripped onto and stained matt's t-shirt. His fingers intertwined with the almost ponytail holder holding up her dark hair. He gently tugged it loose, allowing a smooth black curtain fall angelically. Small, frizzy wisps of baby hairs still stood as she cried. The events of that night still played on repeat in her mind, not a single detail absent;
Kyah laughed. Chris smiled proudly at his joke, as it was reciprocated with a chorus of amusement echoing from every corner of the van. They were currently waiting patiently for Kyah's boyfriend, Leo, to come pick her up. She would leave, and they would go home. It was that easy, yet somehow Leo managed to fuck it all up.
There was another girl in the passenger seat of his Benz. The seat that Kyah was supposed to be in. She was a thin blonde girl with pale brown eyes, almost hazel, and her name was Lillia. Kyah, of course, only knew that because she forced Leo to tell her.
Leo acted as though none of the boys nor Kyah watched as Lillia sneaked out, making her way to a black jeep parked on the other side of the lot after giving Leo a kiss.
Kyah could feel the tears brewing as soon as it happened. She could also see the sheer anger and poorly contained feral rage in Chris's face when she looked into the rear view mirror. That lightened her spirits a tiny little bit, and reminded her that at least she had her friends.
Matt didn't allow Leo to even get out of his car and explain before driving away. Alahna, who was sitting in the back between Nick and Kyah, laid a soothing hand on Kyah's knee. She drew shapes with her thumb.
It was a twenty minute drive. All twenty minutes were spent with Kyah texting Leo, demanding an explanation that doesn't include "What do you mean?" or "She's just a friend" and Chris muttering profanities as he typed a long, long instagram dm to God knows who.
They were now in Matt's bedroom. Kyah sobbing, and Matt combing through her hair with his fingers. Her hands clutched onto his shirt desperately, as if to say "Please."
His eyes scanned the room. They landed on her bag of personal belongings she had brought from her apartment under the impression she would be bringing them to Leo's. It was, instead, plopped on the foot of his bed.
He pulled away from their prolonged hug slightly and reluctantly to wrap his hand around the strap of her bag, dragging it closer. She pulled his torso back towards her feebly. Matt stroked her hair in response.
He unzipped the luggage, reaching into the darkness of it. The pale light of the street lamp sat right outside of his window illuminated the room meekly. He dug around and felt bristles. Bingo.
He pulled out her hairbrush and ran the teeth of it through her hair. She sighed contently. Her tears had stopped flowing so violently now and she could finally breathe properly.
After detangling her hair he set the brush on top of an item of clothing she had packed. He then took out a colorful package that had Vitamin C written in bold letters; makeup wipes.
He opened the package and removed a cloth that was caked in wet chemicals and bacteria-killing vitamins.
"Hey, hey. Look at me," He said gently, his voice just above a whisper. Kyah obliged. Matt's finger caressed her dark, tear-stained cheek as he raised the wipe to her eye. He began wiping softly and watched as her mascara came off, staining the paleness of the wipe.
He continued this with two more wipes until he felt as though her face was one hundred percent clean of all makeup she had put on that morning.
He looked down at her, sat on his bed with him in front of her. He watched the tears in her eyes roll from the tear ducts that produced them. She smiled weakly, and he returned the favor.
"Thank you," She said quietly. He nodded and rubbed her face soothingly.
"It's no problem, sweetheart," Matt replied. He wasn't one for nicknames, but he felt as though she might appreciate a gesture of such.
Kyah yawned. Matt gestured with his hand for her to get up. She did so hesitantly, remaining close to him. Matt lifted her bag, setting it carefully on the ground.
He allowed her to lay down and get comfortable, tucking her in with care, kissing her forehead softly. She sniffled as Matt sat next to her, the mattress sinking with his weight.
"You know, one time Chris put pen ink in our teacher's coffee," Matt stated, a smirk playing at his lips.
Kyah breathed out of her nose with a little more agression than usual. "What?" She inquired, perplexed yet amused.
"Yep. Eigth grade." Matt replied. "Got four detentions, nearly suspended. I personally don't think it was that big of a deal, but whatever-"
"Matt! It was so that big of a deal! Pen ink is very rarely non-toxic." Kyah refuted, laughing quietly and grinning.
Matt smiled and looked at his lap.
He sighed and looked at her. He saw her droopy eyes beginning to close, despite the energy she just put into her statement of disagreement. His smile didn't falter as her head fell to the left slightly and her breath began to even out.
He carefully lifted himself from his spot on the bed, his feet padding against the carpeted floor as he made his way to his closet. He turned the doorknob and stood on his tippy-toes to reach the the top shelf. He pulled out a spare pillow and two blankets.
He then quietly closed the closet door and walked back over to where Kyah's stuff was next to the bed. Matt laid his pillow on the floor and laid both blankets neatly over himself. He situated himself before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, dismally attempting at slumber.
Eventually, he heard Kyah's snores, and that was enough for his lips to upturn slightly, and for sleep to consume his consciousness in its entirety.
𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 !
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