"Josh."
"Mmmhm."
"Josh."
"Shhh."
"JOSHUA!"
I frowned and opened my eyes, leaning over me was Matt, and damn. Did he look pissed.
"What have I told you about calling me that, dick?"
Matt just shook his head and glared at me.
After a long 30 seconds he sighed and looked around my room.
"What died in here?" He asked, turning up his nose.
My room was never clean, but never had it been this messy. Sheets of paper were thrown everywhere, shirts and pants were scattered across the floor, and empty cans of diet soda's were laying ina heap on the floor.
I didn't answer Matt, inside I stood up and gasped.
A sharp pang shot up through my leg.
A curious look crossed Matt's face, "Josh?"
I plastered on a smile, "my leg was still asleep."
I stumbled and almost fell, this time Matt grabbed for me.
He tightened his strong hand around my wrist.
I didn't make a sound, but a silent war went off inside of me.
The pain from my leg and wrist hurt my head, my head then forced tears from my eyes.
it hurt too much.
"What?" Matt looked down at my red wrist, he let go and stared in shock.
"Josh..."
"Matt, I-"
"Don't even, you emo freak."
