Do I love you? (Ryatt)

Nine- Midnight Snack

CHAPTER NINE:
Midnight Snack

In which Matt Watson acquires much needed sustenance.

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Matt's eyes flutter open, pupils dilating in the darkness of his room. It was nighttime now, his abandoned red slushie sat in a puddle of condensation on his nightstand. He was able to muster the energy to reach for his phone.

The screen illuminated, bathing Matt's face in a bright light.

Matt squinted.

"3 am"

He whispered to himself, groaning a bit.

Matt felt like complete and utter garbage, his chest hurt like hell not to mention the pounding headache. He was starving, he hadn't had a decent meal in over four days now.

"Ryan was right…"

Matt chuckled to himself.

"I'm turning into a street lamp."

He smiled sadly, gingerly feeling his ribs through his loose T shirt.

"Why can't I just be a normal fucking person…I just want to be normal."

Matt began to tear up. He looked at the ceiling, trying to hold the tears from escaping his large blue eyes. He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth and holding his breath.

I'm fine.
Everything is fine.

He let out his held breath. Sitting up in one fluid motion, trying to ignore the pain. His feet felt the softness of the carpet as he stood. Matt tried to gain balance, holding onto the nightstand. His legs felt like twigs beneath him. He began to walk to the kitchen, his balance threatening to give at any second.

He looked in the fridge and frowned, shutting it again.

He knew they were living the Bachelor life an' all, but what's the deal with not having any real food in the house.

Matt rubbed his temples, leaning on the fridge.

He sighed, opening some cabinets, looking for any scrap of food that wasn't sugar or alcohol. He found a roll of most likely expired crackers.

The plastic crinkled in his fingers as he tore it open, popping one in his mouth. He chewed, making a satisfying crunch. He smiled to himself.

Matt made his way over to the couch, sitting down clumsily with his roll of crackers. He chewed happily in the dark, feeling like a rat, stealing some late night snacks.

He heard a rustling coming from the other end of the apartment, but Matt paid it no mind. There were, after all, many residents who lived in the complex.

He hummed to himself, fully engrossed in the crackers.

Matt felt a large warm hand on his shoulder, he squeaked, jumping a bit.

"Matt, buddy. It's just me."

Ryan whispered, chuckling a bit at Matt's reaction. Matt breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was pounding.

Matt playfully punched Ryan's shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that, asshole!"

Matt jokingly reprimanded.

"Common man, I could hardly resist!"

Ryan laughed, shoving Matt while he plopped down next to him on the couch.

"I could hear your loud ass all the way from my room."

Matt crossed his arms, huffing dramatically.

"I couldn't sleep anyway."

Ryan half whispered to himself.

"Want a cracker?"

Matt asked with his mouth full, holding out a thin salteine to Ryan. He laughed, taking the cracker from Matt's slender hand.

"These were mine anyway"

Ryan said, popping the cracker into his mouth.

"I was hungry!"

Matt remarked, crossing his arms.

"Dude, I don't even give a shit. I was just messin' with you"

Matt yawned, his eyelids growing heavy. Ryan smiled, as Matt's head rested on his shoulder.

Ryan checked his phone, it was almost 5:00 am, the first tendrils of sunlight unfurled into their living room. It bathed them in a warm faint light as they both drifted to sleep.

Perhaps it was the comfort of each other or the steady rhythm of a heartbeat; that was the best sleep either of them had in a while.

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A/N

Sorry for not updating in a long while... Least to say, I've been busy.

But here is my latest inspiration.

~Rainy