Paige's POV
I wake up and it's like 3 am and getting back to sleep would be next to impossible right now so I head downstairs to make some popcorn and watch whatever the hell is on TV.
Of course nothing interesting is on TV so I log into my Netflix and put on Pretty Little Liars, even though I basically hate the show.
I see my dad walk down the stairs, "sorry, was the TV too loud?" I ask.
"No it's fine, I can't sleep." He half smiles.
"What's going on dad?" I ask.
"It's just not working out I guess. We fight too often, money, just a lot of things you don't need to worry about." He says.
"There anything I can do to help?"
"There's nothing anyone can do."
"I'm sorry dad." I hug him.
"I love you sweetie." He tightens his hug.
"I love you too."
"Get back to sleep, Paige."
My dad goes back upstairs and I resume watching Netflix. I feel my phone vibrate in my sweat pants pocket, "it's almost four in the freaking morning!" I mumble pulling out my phone. I answer the phone without looking at the number.
*phone call*
Me- "hello?"
Person- "shit, I thought you'd be asleep."
Me- "Matthew?"
Matthew- "yea."
Me- "why'd you call if you thought I'd be asleep."
Matthew- "I don't know Paige. I miss you."
Me- "you broke up with me, remember?"
Matthew- "yea I remember and I regret it."
Me- "I don't feel like talking about this right now."
Matthew- "how about tomorrow? We can go grab a coffee or something?"
Me- "I don't know Matt."
Matthew- "please, I have so much to say. So much I wanted to say but I was too scared."
Me- "shouldn't I be the one saying that?"
Matthew- "it doesn't matter, I need, I mean we need to talk."
Me- "ok, what time?"
Matthew- "one?"
Me- "yea that's good."
-Paige
