Runaway // Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 31

A/N: this is in Zoe's pov

I woke up in my bed, leaving me confused. I remember being in my secret room. Well I guess my secret room wasn't such a secret anymore. Matt probably found me and carried me back in here. A part of me wanted to smile that he cared, but the other part of me restricted myself.

I stretched and went to go find something for breakfast. I hadn't stepped out of the house in quite a while, so maybe today was the day I would. Then again, maybe not.

My hands tried to reach for the box of Golden Grahams, but me being 5'2 and a half, couldn't reach. Plus who's stupid idea was it to put cereal on the top shelf. I love cereal.

A hand reached and grabbed the box for me. Of course it was Matt. He placed it on the counter and stood there. Why was he helping me? God, why couldn't he let me be mad at him.

"Thank you." I mumbled. Yes I was mad, but I wasn't an unthankful bitch.

"Yeah, no problem." Matt sounded happy that I had finally talked to him.

I walked away with a bowl in one hand and my box of cereal in another. After setting them on the table, I went to go get the carton of milk. Once I got my cereal together, I turned on the TV and silently ate.

Kim Possible was on and my morning had just gotten 10 times better. Holy shit, this show was my childhood. How could anyone not love this show?

"Ron oh my god!" Matt and I called out and laughed at the same time. Both of our laughter died down and I looked back down at my cereal.

I continued my episode of Kim Possible with Matt watching from the kitchen. It was very awkward and tense. I hated it so much. I was relieved after I placed my bowl and spoon in the dish washer, and was off to my room.

I shut the door to my bedroom and locked it. A small sigh escaped my mouth. I shut my eyes and flopped onto my bed. I wanted to talk about all of this with someone, but no one was there. Evie was at work and Chelsea was somewhere in the states. I missed Chelsea.

I pulled out my phone and created a message with her. God I haven't talked to her since high school.

Z: Hi

C: Zoe! How are you?!

A little smile approached my lips, because I knew she was the same old Chelsea I loved.

Z: I'm well. How are you?

C: Something is wrong.

Z: How could you possibly get that from my last message?

C: Zoe, I am your best friend. I know when you're not okay.

Z: It's complicated.

C: Call me and tell me everything.

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Chelsea and I talked for hours. I explain what had happened with Matt and our situation at the moment. Now here I am, crying and Chelsea attempting to console me over the phone.

"Hey hey, shhh. Don't cry Zoe!"

"I can't help it, I'm such a cry baby."

"Babies are cute so its okay." Chelsea threw in a little joke, causing me to laugh a little and put an end to my crying.

"Zoe, you're hurting a lot aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"You know what? Not anymore. I'm coming to LA. I'm catching the next flight to see you, okay?"