Thirty Days In December

Eleven

Matt

I grip tightly in onto Harper's hand, leading her to the janitor closet. Once again find it, we both go inside then lock the door.

"Care to tell me why you locked us in a closet?" Harper huffs, crossing her arm.

"What the hell are they talking about? How did that happen?" I reply with thoughts swirling around in my head.

"Well," Harper mutters as she draws circles in a film of dust. "It kinda just...happened. I don't know either."

She tells me to take out my phone and go on Twitter. Just as Harper mentions, the top trending tag is #mattpluspickle with over two million tweets. I run my hand through my hair then refresh the page. The number gets even larger.

"What should we do?" I ask, looking at Harper's worried face.

"Ignore it, maybe?" she shrugs. Her face is expressionless, and it can't read her eyes.

"But if we ignore it, people would think that-"

I stop talking and listen closely. There were footsteps coming from outside. Harper looks out the window, then gasps.

"It's Nash. Duck down." Harper demands as she moves from the window's view.

"Matt!" Nash shouts through the hallway. "We need you for the meet and greet!"

Oh yeah. I almost forgot that.

Harper turns to me." Go" she says, unlocking the door. We both exit the closet and walk towards Nash.

"What were you two doing in there?" Nash asks. Both Matt and I know what he was implying.

"Nothing," we both reply in unison. Nash leads us to the meet and greet booth, but I sit back in the waiting room.

I really don't want to see my phone ever again, so I take a blue pillow and try to sleep.......