You hadn't spoken in an hour, and people thought you were asleep. Matt knew better than to think so. You'd been working together for two years now and he could tell when you were really sleeping..because it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
He knew he shouldn't have asked to come. He knew even though you had a good relationship with your grandparents, your cousins made you frustrated. He couldn't help himself when you told him how your older cousin Molly, told you to 'bring a friend'
You both knew it was a nicer way of her saying, 'We're all in relationships and we understand that you're single so if you want to bring someone to make yourself feel better, we're all okay with it'
You'd grown up with all your cousins. You were all within five years of age. There was ten of you altogether and when your parents died, you stayed in their houses until your grandparents had taken you under their custody. Your grandparents were the nicest people in the world.
But you didn't always get along. There wasn't moments where you'd all laugh together or gang up on your aunts and uncles, there was judgement in everything that was done. Everything was to benefit someone else and you were tired of it, so you moved away.
Matt listened to you talk about your family to no end. Sometimes, your family drama was a relief to him on the long drives from place to place and he had met your grandparents when they came to visit you. They loved Matt and thought he was the sweetest guy. Your grandma of course, was hoping you'd end up together.
But you and Matt were just friends. First you were friends, then you worked together. You met at a party because some friend dragged you along, and you got to talking about how you wanted to organise things. You wanted to be in charge of helping people keep on top of things and help them with their lives. So now; you're Matt's personal assistant.
Nothing would've gotten done if it wasn't for you. You prompted Matt to make more content for his social media. You double checked the triplets venues were booked and helped Matt with stuff he needed taken care of.
But now the car was silent and you were looking out the window. You definitely felt a tear slip from your eyes every once in a while. Matt didn't know what to say or how to approach this.
Things started off nicely. You were packing, throwing things into your bag that you'd been preparing for what felt like ages. Matt watched you from your bed, looking up from his phone as you folded Jean shorts.
"You hate those shorts" he mumbled, watching you smooth them out in the suitcase. They were high waisted Jean shorts that you found in a thrift store. You liked them, but the waist band marked your skin whenever you sat down.
"I like them"
"You complain every time you wear them. They make you uncomfortable and you complain for hours"
You knew Matt was right, but at this point, you were positive you would be miserable regardless, so you might as well look good. "I'll bring something else to wear just incase"
You didn't though and as you zipped your suitcase up, Matt rolled his eyes and followed you out of your apartment, saying goodbye to your best friend Rue, on the way out.
"They're passive aggressive" Rue told him while you were having a shower. "A good family, great people, but she doesn't always get along with her cousins. They love each other, but they find ways to knock each other down"
Matt had been freaking out about meeting them. When you arrived at your grandparents, he was shocked when the door flew open and a girl with curly blonde hair came rushing out towards you, nearly knocking you with force.
