Pressure // Matty Healy

Eight

Jen has been back for the past week all I've done is go to class, eat, watch Netflix, text Keaton, and sleep. Matty texted me yesterday and asked if I wanted to get dinner Saturday, I agreed.

It's only Friday and I don't have class so I think I'm going to hang out with Keaton.

"Hello," Keaton speaks through the phone, his voice is so attractive. We're just friends, friends that have kissed once but nothing more.

"I was wondering if you're free maybe we could hang out?" I say.

"Yeah, yeah of course. My place or yours?"

"Uh your place, send me the address."

We finish the conversation and I hang up. I apply some light makeup and put on my favorite hoodie with some leggings. Keaton's place really isn't hard to find, luckily.

I knock on his door, who I'm assuming is Sage answers.

"Hi," Sage says.

"Hey, I'm Cami," I say shyly.

"I assume you're here to see Keaton? All he does is talk about you," Sage says as Keaton approaches the door.

"Shut up Sage!" Keaton says. "Come on in, haha."

"So all you do is talk about me huh?" I say teasing Keaton.

"Don't flatter yourself baby girl," he says, slapping my butt. "Oh sorry, haha.. Was that awkward?" he ask shyly.

"It's fine," I say and kiss his cheek.

"Want to go get some food?" he asks cheesing.

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I'm always hungry," I say. I feel like Keaton is already my best friend, everything comes so naturally with him.

"Did I hear you guys mention food? Count me in," Sage says.

I let Keaton and Sage decide on where we should eat. They decide on In-N-Out, which I'm fine with. I've never had it but everyone says it's really good.

I quickly devour my food, Sage does too.

"You two are pigs," Keaton says.

"You're just jelly because we can eat faster than you," I say and Sage agrees.

"Whatever," Keaton says and throws some fries at us.

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Matty's POV

Where is she. I hope she's okay. I'm pacing around the living room. The boys keep making fun of me. I just miss her. She won't answer my phone calls or text, where is she.

Times like this is when I want to smoke some weed or snort some lines. I promised her I would stop. It's so hard, especially when she won't even answer her phone.

That's it, I've gone all week without any drugs. It's Friday, that's an okay time right? I've done good I earned this. I take a hit of the joint that George was smoking. I already feel a little bit more relaxed. Maybe another hit.

I've smoked way to much this past hour, everything is numb.

Cami:
Hey sorry my phone was dead and I didn't have a charger.

Matty:
Oh whatever.

"Matty what the hell? Why are you mad?" she speaks through the phone.

"Camiiiiiiii, such a nice name. Cami come over, I want to see that face of yours. I really want to fuck you, please come over," I say.

"What's wrong with you, stop talking like that," she says.

"Come on babe, you like it when I talk dirty to you. Now come over so I can taste you."

"Matty stoppppp," she says dragging the last word out, I can tell it drives her crazy when I talk like that.

"Come on babe, come over," I say, basically begging.

"Okay, on my way, no promises on what we're going to do okay?"

"Okay, be careful babe. See you when you get here," I say and hang up.

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