Mall Madness// M.E. Fanfic

Chapter 37

We pulled up and got out of the car, like normal. Shutting the doors behind us and walking to the house.

I noticed a note attached to the door. I immediately went to Matt's side and grabbed his hand, holding onto his arm. He was taken back by my actions, asking, "Babe, what's wrong?"

I pointed to the door, squealing a bit.

He looked at the door. He squeezed my hand tighter. "It's okay." He told me, as we slowly approached the door.

We reached the door, as he yanked the note off of it.

He opened it and started to read.

I got nervous as to what he would say, but he wasn't saying anything.

"Wh-what does it say?" I stuttered, as I started to shake a little.

"Baby girl, its o--are you okay?" He asked, looking at me. He was now more concerned with me than the note.

"I-I'm fine." I said, hiding my feelings. He knew what I was doing because he hugged me tight, kissing my head and rubbing my back.

"Matthew, what does the note really say?" I said into his chest as he held me tighter, making me laugh.

He laughed too. "Matt, seriously what does it say?" I say, leaning back from his chest as he held my waist to his.

"Calm down (Y/N), its just an address." He said, leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him briefly, before he let me go.

"Ooh, we should go see what's at the address." I said curiously.

"Mmmm, maybe not babe." He said, unlocking the door.

"Why not?" I asked, looking at him.

"Look at this note, does this look like it would be a good place to go?" He showed it to me. It looked like serial killer writing. You know like when you cut out letters from a magazine and make a word with it and it looks super creepy? That's what it was.

"Oh, um. Yeah maybe not. I think we should at least go see. Can we go?" I said, still curious.

"I guess, but you're definitely not getting out. I don't want you to get hurt." He told me as he walked inside.

"Okay, Mr. Overprotective." I said, mocking him and shutting the door.

"Sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt baby girl." He said, sitting at the bar.

"Okay Dad." I joked, grabbing two waters and began making sandwiches for both of us.

He looked at me with a straight face, staring at me.

I felt his eyes on me so I stopped to look at him.

"What?" I asked. He never talked or moved, until his phone went off.

He pulled it out of his pocket and began smiling.

"Who is that?" I asked out of curiosity.

He ignored me for a moment, until I re-asked.

"It's an old friend, inviting me to a party." He said, not looking up from his phone.

"Oh, did you want to go?" I said, handing him his sandwich and water bottle.

He took a bite, "Yesh, of coursth I do." He tried to talk with a mouthful.

"Okay, when is it?" I asked, laughing a bit.

"Tonight at 9, but the party doesn't really get crazy until 11." He told me, taking another bite.

"Okay, we will have to grab me a pair of clothes from my house." I told him, taking a bite of mine.