Matthew's POV
The music blurred out everything around me. I couldn't differentiate my heart beat from the bass thumping in my chest. It was the perfect temperature for a summer night, warm but chilled by the fog machines puffing out clouds into the crowd and cooling our sweaty bodies. I looked over at Lydia. She had her arms in the air, eyes closed, and voice screaming along to the lyrics of the song. The smoke blew her wavy hair off her shoulders, making her golden tanned face light up with a smile. A laugh broke me out of my daydream.
"Thank you, Matthew, this is the most amazing concert I've ever been to!" Lydia leaned forward and squeezed my forearm, still dancing to the music. I didn't say anything, I just stood there like an idiot watching her.
The next artist came onto the stage and it was her favorite, Hunter Hayes. He played a couple of his faster hits until it came to down to all the girls favorite song, 'Wanted'. Lydia gasped and did a little happy bounce. Before I had a chance to process anything, Holden slyly slipped his hand around Lydia's waist and bent down to her ear. She blushed and nodded with a polite smile. The rest of the crowd dispersed into groups of couples slow dancing and Holden and Lydia were right in the middle of it. I stepped off to the side, jaw tight and hands shoved into my pockets. I headed back to the concession stand to get a drink, but found myself looking back to watch them. I could've sworn her green eyes locked onto mine, but I must've imagined it, because I wasn't the guy winning that night.
The night went on and it was almost midnight by the time people were starting to stampede out of the field in order to avoid traffic. The boys hugged Lydia and Holden hung onto his hug longer than the rest of the boys and whispered something into her ear again. She laughed back and pulled out her phone for him. He was killing me.
We walked back to the car in silence, letting our ears adjust to the sound contrast. I sighed when I got into my seat, sliding my hands down my face and yawning. Lydia caught mine and yawned next to me. I chuckled, "So you had a good time?" I asked. She's lazily smiled and rolled her head to face me, "So fun. Just....oh my gosh, it was amazing," she gushed. I laughed, "Good, I figured that would start your summer on a high note." She nodded "It couldn't possibly get better," she sighed. "Oh, I don't know about that. You don't give me enough credit, Miss Lydia". "I guess I don't," she agreed. "I guess you're just gonna have to leave your Summer up to me".
Half way through the drive back home, I started to feel pretty tired behind the wheel. "Hey, you doing alright?" A sweet voice asked. "Yeah, but I'm afraid my lack of sleep is starting to take over," I admitted. "Well I guess I'll just have to keep you occupied." She teased. "What do you- " "Favorite tv show?" She cut me off. I smiled. "The walking dead," I answered. "Favorite dessert?" "Peach cobbler." "Secret talent?" I chuckled. "What?" She laughed. "Don't remember how amazingly I play guitar?" I teased. "No, how would I-" I watched the memory recollect in her head. "Already forgot about me, jeeze." I defeatedly sighed. "Oh shut up," she piped. I was starting to finally wake up. "Let's play a different game," I suggested. "Okay..." She hesitated. "I get to make any accurate assumptions about you, no limits, and if I get one wrong, you have to tell me the actual truth and once I get one wrong, you can assume something about me." "Sounds dangerous," she sassed. "Probably, but I'll start off easy. Alright, your favorite color is pink and you probably collect something weird." I guessed. "Yes, who wouldn't love pink, and that 'something weird' would be stuffed animal pandas," she proudly stated. "Jesus," I laughed. "Okay I got it right so I get to go again. Your favorite meal is breakfast and you are a coffee fanatic." I guessed. "Breakfast is of course the best meal of the day, but I'm sorry, I don't like coffee. I do love tea, though." She smiled. "Okay, my turn now. You probably love fishing and hunting, and hate the very existence of cats," she chuckled. "Those are both very correct statements!" I exclaimed. "Ha! Alright, my turn again! You watch all the abc family movies during the 25 days of Christmas countdown, and you have never cooked a day in your life." "Well, looks like it's my turn now, because I'm afraid to say, Miss Lydia, that although I religiously follow the classic Christmas movie countdown, I happen to also be an amazingly gifted cook in the kitchen." "Well, I'm sorry I ever judged you," she admitted. "You should be," I fake sniffed.
