Just like that, you were back to square one.
It really felt like the first day all over again. From the way you both sat in silence, avoiding each others gaze, how Matt's movements were full of tension.
After four hours, the silence was starting to drive you crazy. You couldn't stop shifting in your seat, your muscles were cramping and with every short breath matt sighed, you got more and more antsy.
"Matt" you finally said, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He had one hand on the wheel and the other hand on the stick. At the sound of your voice, his jaw flexes, but he shows no other emotion that he heard her.
You sighed. "Matt" You repeated. "Are you going to ignore me all the way there?"
Matt shrugged. "I'm not ignoring you" He muttered, keeping his eyes on the road.
"We aren't talking. At all" You tapped your fingers on your knee. "Shouldn't we talk about what happened?"
"Why?" He asked. "What's there to talk about?"
You twisted in your seat, your belt nearly cutting into your throat with how quickly you moved. "What the hell do you mean? There's plenty! Last night-"
Matt cut you off. "Last night we got drunk and made a mistake" His grip tightened on the steering wheel. "And it shouldn't have happened"
It took a few minutes for his words to register in your brain and you blinked. "You think it was a mistake?"
"I do" he nodded and you thought you could detect something else under his tone and his dark sunglasses were hiding the truth of his thoughts. "We got caught up with trying to pretend we're not who we are. But we know who we are"
Your mind was in overdrive now as you drew a million conclusions from the conversation. What the fuck does 'we know who we are' mean? Didn't Matt prove to you over and over how he was considerate and empathetic? Hadn't you shown him you weren't the witch he thought you were? Hadn't they bonded at a road side fruit stand, gift shops, gas stations and motel rooms?
But maybe..maybe you imagined it all because the way Matt was avoiding your gaze was telling you that he wasn't thinking the same thing. He didn't change. If he did, he wouldn't be refusing to do something as easy as look at you.
You turned to face the windshield. "Is this.." You swallowed. "Does this have something to do with Clyde calling?"
Matt snorted. "Fuck, no. Nothing that asshole does has that much of an effect on me" You could tell he was rolling his eyes from behind his glasses. "I suppose it's a reminder of where you belong"
Irritation ran up your spine. "A reminder of what?" You repeated.
"You heard me. Don't make me say it again" Matt tapped his finger to the song, perfectly on beat. We're out of sync, you realised.
No. You haven't been. You'd just been kidding yourself. Being in the car for five days with only Matt made you crazy, but soon you'd be with Lisa and more people.
"Fine" you crossed your arms and leaned your head against the window. A sign welcoming them into New York flew past. "I won't make you say it again. You don't have to say anything"
~
"So, what do you think?"
You stepped into the cosy cabin, looking at as much detail as you possible can. It was an open room, cleverly split with dividers. The living room and kitchen flowed into each other smoothly, the kitchen island dividing the space. To the left of the living room, was a reading nook, with a rocking chair and a well stocked book shelf. The staircase, that you thought led up to the master bedroom and the bathroom on the second floor. The fire cracked in the living room and potted plants were all over the place. You could live here for the rest of your life.
