nebraskan lights | skammy (finished)

16 | sam

I didn't call Dillon or I didn't text him. I didn't do anything at this point. I just sat and stared at the wall.

"What the heck are you doing Wilk?" I mutter to myself, "you're borderline to becoming insane."

I tangled my hands into my hair and slightly tugged. I was so confused because how can I want two people so badly?

I wanted Nate but I wanted Dillon.

I tumbled out of bed and landed not so gracefully on my feet, "Matt?"

My voice echoed in the empty house. Carter was on tour currently so that meant it was only Matt and I for a month or two.

"Matt?" I called again, knocking on his door and pushing it open.

Matt was asleep with the blankets gripped tightly in his hands. I didn't want to disturb him so I closed the door and backed out of the room.

I heard my phone go off with the default text sound and I wrestled it out of my pocket to look at it. I curled up on the couch and read it.

FROM: nate 😺😽

'hey cutie u doing anything today?'

I chewed on my lip as I slowly typed out an answer.

'nope nothing planned'

I set my phone down on the coffee table, still in my view, and turned the tv on. I flipped through several channels hoping to find something to keep me occupied.

I turned on a re-run of Ghost Adventures and settled on watching that. I yawned and leaned back on the couch and yanked a blanket onto my body. To say I got scared by the paranormal was a understatement, I am genially terrified of ghosts and spirits.

My phone went off again causing my body to jump slightly out of instinct.

"Jesus," I mutter, collecting myself.

FROM: nate 😺😽

'wanna do something?'

TO: nate 😺😽

'sure like what?'

I waited patiently for a response, half focused on the show where the crew of Ghost Adventures were getting messed up by these spirits.

FROM: nate 😺😽

'anything you want princess but im paying'

I swallowed but smiled and the text message.

* *

Nate smiled at me and cocked an eyebrow, "you want to go to a Stanley Cup game?"

I swallowed nervously, "yeah but we don't have to if you don't want to go or you're not into hockey or whatever."

"No, I love hockey." He smiled, which made his eyes crinkle. "The Blackhawks are my favorite team actually."

I smiled at the thought of us having common ground. "No way, me too. The next game is in Chicago and its tomorrow."

"If we can catch a plane later tonight, we would make it just in time."

"Nate you seriously don't have to buy plane tickets and then tickets to the actual game. They're so expensive."

"Nah, it's fine. Now I really want to go anyways."

I pressed my head into his shoulder, "can we get seats by the wing of the airplane?"