Bittersweet - A Matthew Sturniolo Fan-fiction

21 - trapped

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Waking up the morning after telling Matt everything that happened, I can feel the tear stains on my face. As I turn over, I come face to face Matt who is still asleep. I can't help but admire how peaceful he looks when sleeping. He has no grumpy frown on his face, and no harsh words are coming out of his mouth, just a blank, peaceful expression.

Wait this is Matthew Sturniolo...

After coming back to reality from the confusing trance I was in, I shuffle back on the bed, putting some distance between us. This is Matthew Sturniolo, the guy who has hated me for years, and my dumbass decided to let him back in and confide in him? For what? Just for him to leave again. After this realisation, I got up out of bed, chucked on my Uggs and a hoodie and grabbed my keys and phone, heading out of Matt's room without a glance backwards.

As I'm headed down the strairs, beelining for the front door, I get caught by Chris. "Where you off to in such a hurry at this hour?", he asks me from the couch.

"Uh to my house?", I reply, slightly confused by his question.

"And does Matt know that's where you're going?", he questions, raising his eyebrow and smirking at me.

"Matthew is asleep. I didn't wanna disturb him...", I say, making up a dumb excuse. As I turn around to continue on my walk to the front door, I'm stopped in my tracks by the sound of a heavy sigh.

"You're running away again Tilly?", Chris grumbles. I whip around, a look of outrage slapped across my face.

"What?? No I'm not! I'm just going back to my own house thank you very much!", I say in defence.

"No...you've confided in Matt and opened up, and now you're scared of being vulnerable, so you're running away again.", Chris states blatantly, like it's the most obvious thing he has ever pointed out. Wanting to prove him wrong, I walk over to the couch and flop down next to him.

"Alright then, what are we watching?", I say, gesturing to the TV. A grin spreads across Chris' face, as if he is so proud of himself for preventing me from leaving his house, and he turns to the TV as he puts on SpongeBob. Happy with his choice, I pull a blanket over myself and snuggle into the couch.

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Matt's POV

Yawning and stretching out in bed, I turn to the side to see Tilly next to me, only to find the bed empty. I lean over and quickly grab my phone, to check if I have any texts telling me she just popped out to do something, but find no calls or messages. Scrolling through my contacts, I find her name and call her. The phone rings for what feels like ages until her voicemail filters through the line. Hanging up, I fall back onto my bed, letting out a sigh.

Did last night really happen? Or was it all a dream?

Remembering everything she told me, I start to think of reasons for her to leave this morning, and the first one that comes to mind is she is feeling vulnerable and defensive. Deciding to talk to someone else for help thinking this shit through, I call Chris. Unlike Tilly, the phone rings a couple times before I hear him down the line.
"What's up sleepyhead!", he says cheerily.

"Did you see Tilly leave this morning? She stayed the night last night but wasn't here this morning and she wasn't in a very good headspace when we went to sleep so I just want to make sure she's okay and safe because I don't know where she went and she isn't answering her phone and she didn't leave me any messages saying she was going anywhere and I just was wondering-", my rambling quickly gets cut off by Chris.