Assistant manager- [M.S]

28

June 17.

Matt is in my room again.

He's been here for a while, actually.

After I woke up yesterday, I watched TV until my mom stumbled through my door.

Matt could have stayed, in fact, Matt could have stayed for hours. But Matt left, and I wanted to call him back, but I don't know his room number, and I don't have his phone number either. I never thought to ask for it because I knew I'd see him eventually. It wasn't really necessary.

My mom came in, using the spare key I had given her for my room, to find me bundled up in the bedding watching old cartoons, because it's impossible to find anything on the televisions in hotels.

We went out for some food, catching up and getting some much needed one-on-one, mother-daughter time, considering we've been lacking in that area. She's been so caught up in signing new artists in the time she isn't spending with the triplets, and as much as I wish I had more time to spend with her, I feel so much relief knowing that she won't have any suspicions of me and Matt sneaking around with each other because she's far too focused on working.

I mean, that's what I should be focused on too, but my job is more of: Here's a random task, it'll take you five minutes, and that's usually it. The only bigger jobs for me are in times of emergencies, like staying in Philadelphia with Matt when he was sick or taking the band to the interview in Cincinnati.

After we ate dinner, she walked me back to my room, and it's a good thing she was with me, because I left my key inside my room, so she had to use the spare once again.

I woke up this morning to Matt, who arrived without me even knowing.

"A, are you sleeping?" is all I heard, and the nickname is all it took for me to realize it was him. He's the only other person in the world to call me that nickname, the only person besides Paige, and it certainly wasn't going to be her.

"Was," I responded with my face in the pillows, my eyes not ready to be introduced to the sunshine this early in the morning. "How did you get in here?"

I turned to face him, finding him holding my room key between his fingers. I guess I didn't leave it in here. He had it all along. "I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't get this from the front desk," he told me while setting the piece of plastic on the nightstand next to me.

Surprisingly, that was not what I was thinking.

My eyes scanned over his outfit - a baggy gray hoodie and black athletic shorts. His hair was messy. He looked extremely comfortable and undeniably cute.

"When you gave it to me to get in here
yesterday after the pool, I put it in my shorts pocket, but I forgot to give it back when I left.
You said you were taking a nap so I didn't want to wake you and I didn't realize until this morning that I didn't give it back. I thought you'd be up and out of your room by now, so I was just gonna put it in here and leave, but you're here, and I'm bored... so... wake up." He tapped my shoulder, and I groaned at him, pulling the bedding back over myself to get a few more seconds of sleep, but he pulled it back off.

"So you cared not to wake me up yesterday, but you're waking me up now?" I groaned, but I was very pleased to have been woken up by him.

"Yeah. Today's a new day. Get up."

"Okay fine, I'm up, I'm up!" I gave in, sounding too much like Matt agreeing to swim with Maeve yesterday, getting up and walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair out of the tangles that had formed as I slept.