Wildest Dream

A New Life...

Liz's Pov:
This place was definitely perfect for two! Two people who were a whole lot dang closer than Matt and I were. I mean, I met Matt 20 minutes ago, and yet there's only one room and one bed. 

I'll give you guys a walk through type thing. You walk into a little entryway type thing. There's a place for your shoes and coats. The smallish type kitchen is on your left. It's got all the normal things cabinets. fridge, even a small island. Past the kitchen was a closet where the washer and dryer were, and the half bath was there too. Straight ahead was the dining room table, which had 6 chairs with it. The living was on the right, a big comfy couch, a big screen TV, and a few small tables. Past the living room was the stairs to the second floor. Where the master bedroom was. King-sized bed, two nightstands, two closets, and a few dressers with some clothes for each of us. The bathroom was just as nice. Big shower with glass doors, a tub, a sink, and of course, the toilet. Well, that's my tour!

After we were done exploring our new house, I thought I should probably eat. I hadn't eaten in 3 days they had offered me food, but I just wasn't very hungry, and I'm still not. Just when I decided sleeping was more important, Matt spoke up. (M for Matt, E for Elizabeth).
M: Are you hungry?
E: Nope
M: Oh, so you ate something on the road?
E: Well, not exactly.
M: Oh, when did you eat last then?
E: Must have been before they took me.
M: So days ago?
E: Yep.
M: Hmm, I think you should eat.
E: I just said I wasn't hungry. I want to take a shower and go to bed.
M: I know, it's just that sometimes you don't realize how hungry you are when you're really stressed and worried. It's been days!
E: Well, I'm not eating, and you can't make me. I'm going to bed.
M: I really don't want to make you. I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself.
E: I don't need you to take care of me. I'm fine. You go eat, I'm going to bed.

Liz's Pov:
He didn't say anything back to me, but he did give me a look. It wasn't a mean or angry look. It was the exact same look my dad used to give me. The look was a sad, slightly disappointed soft kinda look. My dad pretty much never got mad at me, but he would give me that look instead. Let me tell you, it was always so much worse. I'd rather him get mad at me than give me that look. When I saw Matt give me the same look, it almost broke me... It hadn't even been 4 days, and I already missed my family so much it twisted my stomach. Matt's look brought back so many memories of my dad. What was i going to do without him?? The only good news is Matt seems to be a pretty easygoing guy, just like my dad. I then realized I was a total jerk to the only person who appeared to be on my side. I just wanted someone to take my anger out on, I guess. Matt was definitely a nice guy because he remained calm and unbothered the whole time.

E: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean any of that. (Why was I almost crying? Ugh, there's nothing I hate more than crying in front of people)
M: It's okay! I know you didn't. It's pretty understandable under the circumstances.

Liz's Pov:
I didn't really know what else to say, and I was quite busy trying to keep my emotions in check. Blinking a lot was not helping too much. He spread his arms out, inviting me in for a hug, but I knew if I did that, I surely would cry. I didn't know what I wanted to do... Crying in front of a boy, this cute had to be one of my top fears, but I definitely didn't want to hurt his feelings and reject his hug. Screw this. I'm sick of fighting myself and overthinking everything. I quite literally jumped into his arms, and he caught me mid-air. It was probably one of the best hugs I had gotten...

Matt's Pov
She was being really quiet. Like not talking at all quiet. I didn't know this girl very well, but I did know enough about girls in general that they don't usually function well without food. So I decided to bring that up.

*Skip to the end of the end of our conversation cuz you know how that went.*

This poor girl was just about crying. I could tell she was trying to fight it, but it wasn't working. I wasn't sure what to say or how to make her feel okay. I decided to be brave and ask her for a hug. Not with my words, but with my arms. It may not seem brave to some, but I wasn't used to this type of stuff. My dad, well... he was hard on me, not really abusive or anything, but there definitely weren't any hugs between us. My mom was sweet when she wasn't drunk, but that was rare. My dad was emotionally unavailable for my mom, which led her to alcohol for comfort. She wasn't a mean drunk, thank goodness she just ignored me. Would just walk by me like I didn't even exist. I had to grow up fast with my dad at work, and my mom drunk. I learned to take care of myself pretty early. I did have one thing, or should I say, one person in my life. My Uncle Roger, he took me to his house most every weekend. He was the only one who gave me hugs, and to me, they were life changing. It was the only time I truly felt safe. He was my dad on so many levels. He taught me everything I needed to know about cars, the gym, sports, girls, and how to be a better man than my father. I was 16 when my uncle passed... It hurt me so bad I even thought about turning to alcohol and drugs like my parents. Thankfully, I remembered what my uncle had tried so hard to teach me. So I refrained and turned to the gym instead. When I wasn't in school, I was in the gym. After I graduated, it became work and then gym just anywhere but home...
Back in the moment

It took Liz a second to think, and then she leaped into my arms. Nothing I had ever felt could compare to this. She wrapped her tiny body completely around me, and we just stayed there for a couple of minutes.

E: Well, I think I'm ready to eat now.( I said with tears streaming down my face).
M: Haha, good! Any ideas on what we want to eat?
E: What's your favorite?
M: I'm the typical guy, my favorite's steak. Yours?
E: I'm the typical 5 year old, my favorite's mac and cheese.
M: Hahaha, well, let's shoot for steak and Mac then!

Liz's Pov:
Thankfully, they had fully stocked the kitchen, and we found what we wanted. After a very hearty meal, we were about to go to bed when I remembered the bed situation. One bed... Hmm, I'll just let Matt come up with the plan. I'm too tired to care. We took turns with the shower and found some pj's
M: You can have the bed! I'll sleep on the couch.
E: Oh, you sure? I don't mind if you want to sleep here.
M: I'm sure you'll be more comfortable without me there.
And he walked out.

Liz's Pov:
Surprisingly, I did not feel more comfortable when he left, quite the opposite, actually. I felt tiny and empty in this huge bed in this massive room all by myself. I wasn't going to tell him that, of course. Plus, I was so tired tonight I was going to sleep no matter what, but tomorrow...