Drowning With You

CH. 8 💋

LOUIE'S POV

After last night sauna conversation, I've decided to forget about her and instead prioritize homework and movie night with Matt.

We're now onto our third movie of the night, he's not even paying attention to his laptop that he's supposed to be writing his essay on. Instead, he's smiling at his phone, typing away. Sixth sense, I am literally on fire here. There is definitely a girl.

"Who is it?" I ask, not even hiding that I know. He's basically been giggling like a fan girl over there and not telling me anything. With him only, I'm nosy as fuck.

I lean over to glance at his phone, but he pulls it away before I can see anything.

"Just a girl!" he says, as if that wasn't obvious.

"No shit, Sherlock," I retort. "Who. Is. It." Matt glares at me, then easily lets his guard down as he puts the phone in front of us both so we can scroll through the texts together.

"It's new. I've talked to her a few times and thought she was cute, but I wasn't planning to talk to her. I suck at confrontation with girls," he explains, and I nod in agreement. It's an actual shit show.

Even with me, he was just plain stupid when speaking at first. Now, he's basically my brother.

"Anyways, then last week, she saw me walking across campus and told me she's seen me around and that she wants my number." He shakes his phone, amplifying that he gave her his number. "I gave her my number!"

I feel like a proud mother.

"Woah. And after that whole interaction that was most likely extremely awkward, she still texted you?" I question. It's a valid question, even if I ask it as a joke.

"Yeah, I have no idea why she actually reached out. I stuttered when talking to her and almost dropped her phone while typing out my number." Of course, he did. Surprisingly, Matt has had only oneother girlfriend.

She was interesting, it was sophomore year, and she was a yapper. She was nice and pretty, but ended up breaking his heart when she lost feelings. She felt bad, even texting me to say goodbye and that it was nice to meet me.

It was truly a 'it's not you, it me' situation, but that doesn't help the heartbreak much. He was crushed, but eventually he moved on. Then he just never felt like dating anymore."You should ask her on a date!" I tell him, taking his phone and scrolling through the texts, quickly reading them all.

"I just met her!" he says, as if that's a reason not to. "Dude. That's the point. You have to like—talk to her and get to know her," I tell him, from the small information I've heard from others.

"Says you! You have no dating experience!" he counters, thinks a moment, then continues. "Wait, you are against dating! You should not be an advisor here!" 

"No! I—I'm not against dating! Maybe she's your perfect person!" I cringe at my words but try not to show him. "And I am a rational person, which is even better. I can be the brain for your heart." He only stares at me as if I am not helping. Which being real, I am probably not.

"Y'know what? Fine," he sighs, grabbing the phone and texting a few sentences. "How about this?" He hands it back and gives me a moment to read.

Matt

Hey ;) I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me? Maybe for coffee? Unless you don't drink coffee, then maybe tea? <

"Okay, maybe just say for a drink? This is America, we are not asking people out for tea parties." I remind him and he nods, writing out a new one. Then ends up adding another one to clarify that he is inviting her for non-alcoholic drinks.

I slap my forehead, considering we only have two cafes on campus, and they don't serve alcohol since we are a 9-12 grade school and underage.

"Bam. Sent." He then proceeds to throw his phone across the bed and let his head fall into the cushions. "I cannot believe I just did that. Oh my god."

"Yay! Now she just has to say yes!" Why am I so enthusiastic about this? Dating is stupid. But also, he's my best friend and this is awesome for him.

It's cute, I guess, and hopefully this works out for him, because he deserves some happiness in his life.

"Oh shit, I didn't even think of that part," he groans, although I know he's ecstatic about this. At the chance to be with this girl, or at least get to know her.

I've never really had the urge to date. Again, they want things I can't give them. I like my alone time; I feel threatened when people try to invade my space for so long. It's not them, it's really not a problem with them, it's just my own issue.

That's why my short hook-ups are simple. They don't expect anything more—or are easy to decline if they want more. It's also nice when they don't ask questions about the bandages or scars.

I'm not ashamed, there aren't many more bandages, it's not a common occurrence anymore, but they don't even take a second glance at them. Maybe they just can't see them, since it's usually dark, but either way, it works in my favor.

"It'll be great." I comfort him, just as his phone dings. Shit, already? There are so many people who try to wait extra minutes to not act desperate, when in reality they are just making it irritating.

We pick up the phone to see her reply, and once we get a confirmation that the date is on, we both smile and cheer. He's already happy and I just hope she doesn't break his heart.

A/N: Short chapter but maybe I'll edit the next chapter later today??? Not sure yet.

Also maybe instead of a book about immortals, maybe I write a thriller/mystery?? Side plot of romance MAYBE????

Love you all!!!