masterpiece || matthew espinosa

V

song: there's a ghost - fleurie
A/N i know he went to a catholic school & that means uniforms but in this story please please please just imagine no uniforms. This story is based in Virginia and his school but just not the uniforms. thanks
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Matthew looked terrible. His face had seemed to become duller and more aware. His eyes were bloodshot, dark bags under his weak, tired eyes. His lips were no longer in the everlasting smile. There were in a saddening droop.  His attire seemed to be more minding my own business instead of his usual hey what's up?!

Nobody acknowledged him. They just pushed him around him. He noticed, and made his way to me. I contained putting my books into my locker. He turned my shoulder engulfing me in a hug. His body towered over mine, his body snaked around mine. I was surprised, but with one arm around him I put my last book in so, I could use my other arm to hold him.

I rubbed his back, "It's going to be okay."

I don't know what's wrong with him. He seemed fine on Friday but a lot of things can happen in two days. He seemed distraught, like something hit him. Either some reality he didn't grab before hand, or he was just down.

We stood there for what seems like eternity. I watched as people stared at us, probably wondering what exactly this was. My head was planted on his chest, his head buried in my neck. I could feel his face features quiver.

I pulled away, looking at his disturbed face. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and started walking away. I slammed my locker shut, sorting threw the people that were left in the hallway. "Hey, don't walk away from me like that." I pulled his arm.

He stood in his spot analyzing me. He looked away,  and shoved his hands in his pockets. He looked impatient and sick. I said something I thought I'd never say. "Let's ditch."

He seemed surprised at my sudden thought, his eyes seemed to be amused. He held his hand out and I pushed threw people getting to him. I grasped his warm but clammy hand.

I walked next to him, my bag swinging in my right hand. I saw a few girls stare at me but I pushed the hurtful words aside. "Where are we going?" I asked

"Somewhere," I frowned, "Somewhere, Huh?" He shrugged, "I go there sometimes, but rarely. Sometimes I just really need it sometimes."

I didn't say anything, not sure of what to say. Matthew opened the door for me and I stepped outside into the cold breeze. "This way," he grunted pulling me towards his car.

He offered to take my backpack, putting it in the backseat. I stepped into the passenger seat, Matt on the other side. My stomach felt uneasy as we pulled away from the school. I had never ditched before, I had never even thought about it before. I never had a reason too.

Our drive was silent. Neither of us spoke until we got to Matthews "secret" destination. It was a little scary, but Matt apparently knew his way around here.

The grass hasn't been cut, the wisps over my head. Behind the grass was sandy. Pieces of a blue tube we dis-connected, green murky water. A dead skunk carcass was wasting away in the broken foul play. Ferris wheel carts were scattered around the land. "Is this an abandoned amusement park?"

He tossed his arm over my shoulders. "Sure is. I used to come here with my family a long time ago." His fingers brushed over my bare skin. Goosebumps trailed down my exposed arm. The only thing I could hear was the wind blowing threw the trees, and the birds chirping.