Never Again

Chapter Five

Weekends are the best. We could stay home all day, sleep in, maybe a little breakfast in bed, and not even really have to get out of bed! Matty and I did exactly that; he is in his sweats, I in one of his T-shirts, both of us in bed. I look at the clock and see that it is already four thirty in the evening. We have been snuggled up since nine this morning, just watching movies and eating Chinese take-out. I poke Matty with my chopsticks.

"Mmmm," he lets out.

"Wake up you goof." He's been in and out of sleep the whole day.

"What? He mumbles, eyes still closed.

"Do we have to go out tonight?" After staying in bed the whole day, I did not want to leave the safety of the warm bed and my boyfriend; however, Matty seemed to have another idea in mind because he instantly shoots up, eyes open.

"What? Do you not wanna go out? We should go, we're going."

"But, 'm comfortable," I whine. Matty flips over and ends up on top of me. I laugh at the unexpectedly added weight. He looks at me with those big blue eyes and grins.

"Comfortable now?" He puts his full body weight on me.

"Ugh, no. Get off!" He chuckles at my discomfort.

"Come with me?"

"Yea, fine." He smiles. "Whatever Matty. Ten more minutes, okay?"

"Okay!" And he rests his head on my chest, sighing happily.

"You weirdo," I giggle.

"Stop calling me names," he mutters, snuggling into me. I smile and close my eyes.

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"El, get up! Those ten minutes turned into forty!" screams a voice. I open my eyes and see Matty flitting around the room, looking for something. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and look around— our room is a mess.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"My purple button up, I can't find it anywhere!"

Oops. "You mean this one?" I point to the one I am currently wearing.

"Aw, El!" He throws his hands up in frustration.

"Sorry! You said to pick a shirt last night and I grabbed this one!" I quickly unbutton it and hold it out for him. "You can still wear it!"

"Although I am loving the view, the shirt's kinda wrinkly." He winks, not at me, but at my chest. I realize that I am not wearing a bra.

"You perv!" I yell, my face ablaze. I throw the shirt at him and he grins. I wrap the sheet from the bed around me, grab my clothes, and walk into the bathroom.

"You have forty-five minutes!" he calls out after me. I just wave in response— he and I both know I need longer than that.

Surprisingly, however, I got ready in under the forty-five minutes. I took a shower but didn't end up washing my hair. Leaving it in the messy bed-head state, I just scrunched it with some moose, making it turn into a more messy but stylish hairstyle. I slip on the paint-splattered dress and my gold pumps, adding some red lips and volumized eyes, spritzed on some of my perfume, and grabbed my purse. I walked out of the bathroom and found Matty on the couch, watching football.