Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Emotions

A/N: Didja enjoy the last chappie? I spent... one... hour... on... it... Here's a new one! 

Matthew's POV

I thought about what happened in the car with Emily: my terrible, vague response, the awkward silence, and the flee from the car when we reached my house to hide my tears. Sarah... I searched her up and I found horrifying news on Twitter: 

sarah_askinare:

Hanging out with the hubby and my kids~ Had a great dinner with them!

She's MARRIED? With KIDS? No way! But... it has been three years, true. But how did this happen? She's entitled to her own choices but... it's heartbreaking. I said I would have been there for her... I was rejected. 

It was like a blow in the face. It hurt, my heart aching with longing. She could move on, yet I could not. Why did I keep dwelling on the past? With betraying tear-streaks on my face, I fell onto the bed and grabbed a pillow. Usually, my room full of posters and models of comic book superheroes, the floor strewn with books, could comfort me. But this dug deep; it was like a knife, twisting into my body. 

Why did it hurt so much? I'm too attached... Why do I feel pain? Why do I feel jealous? Why do I feel cheated? She wasn't ever mine: Sarah is not an object. But now she's MARRIED. That could have been me, couldn't it? We were happy... until Sarah's mother died. Stupid cancer! It ruined us. That's why we were unhappy. But I loved- no, I love her. We broke up, true, but that was because she couldn't get over the grief. And NOW she can. She did. And she married out of my reach. 

I sighed and let the tears fall onto the bedsheets. 

One drop. A dark spot spread out, like the pain racking me.

Two drops. The grief, the anger, one after another welling up inside.

A third... The remorse, overpowering the rest...

I broke down and cried. I knew, I was a man, I could NOT cry. But the tears forced themselves out... 

Emily's POV (same time)

Why did Matthew try to hide his tears? Did I ask something wrong? Obviously I had struck a nerve. It's my fault he was sad. I'm an insensitive IDIOT! I screamed at myself internally. Just as I thought that we were friends, I wrecked it. How am I such a blundering, stupid, moron who can't choose a good topic of conversation? I'm stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID! Emotions raged inside me: anger, sadness, fear, curiosity. 

"I'm a bloody, stupid, idiot who is about as sensitive as a BRICK," I spat at myself. Now I've gone and ruined EVERYTHING. Matthew will hate me now. He detests me. And so will Jenna, Amelia, Jeremy and Arthur. They are better people than I am. I'm a terrible person. I parked my car and stormed upstairs to my room, ignoring my mother's calls, slamming the door in anger and guilt. I sat down, hard, in my chair and pulled out my laptop. I could find peace in work...

Until I realised I had to create a powerpoint slideshow about sensitivity in friendship.

I screamed in rage and shut the laptop, flinging myself onto the bed. This is too ironic, now I have to do exactly what I didn't do! This is being absolutely hypocritical! I'm overreacting now. I am overreacting. Yes. I am OVERREACTING and I must calm down. I am calm. I am CALM. I AM CALM NO I'M NOT CALM! 

I planted myself back onto my chair, breathing heavily. I was definitely overreacting. "God, help me," I murmured. Maybe a shower will clear my head. I took a loose, comfy T-shirt and large shorts (that clashed horribly but I couldn't really care less) and stepped into the living room. My mother was sitting at the dining table, a little worried.

"Dear, what's wrong? Was your day bad?" she asked. "N-no, it was great, I was just a little tired, so now I'm going to take a shower, okay?" I lied, slapping on a smile and shuffling sideways, into the toilet and locking the door.

Matthew's POV

I threw the balled up tissue into the dustbin before disappearing into the adjourning washroom to clean myself up. It was time for dinner (yes, I was emotional for four hours straight) and I was starving. I could NOT survive without eating at least five meals a day... But by a miracle I was not overweight, probably due to my frequent runs around my neighbourhood, and regular visits to the gym.

I quickly slipped on a fresh shirt, this time a dark green polo and light brown - almost beige - cargo pants. "Umm, I'm going out," I yelled as I slipped on some sports shoes (A/N: Isn't this outfit DREADFUL? That's the entire point, actually.) and sprinted down the stairs, and out of the compound. By that time, the sky was darkening in its usual, magnificent display of reds, oranges, pinks, blues and purples. I paused for a while on the spot, admiring the beauty of the huge expanse.

I jogged towards the bus stop and sat on the seat next to a few other commuters. I decided to take the first bus that came, then simply ride until the nearest mall or food centre. I didn't care about what I was going to eat or where, I just need to get out of the house and have some alone time. I could think better by myself; although I enjoyed spending time with others, I was still an introvert at heart.

Emily's POV (same time)

I finished my shower and went out to the kitchen, my head wrapped up in a towel. My parents had gone out by themselves for dinner, a note read, and there was still some pasta in the fridge for me to work with. Sighing in resignation, I took out the food and reheated it. Another day eating leftovers. Hooray. 

While it warmed up, I brought the laptop to the dining table and finished the first two slides. The oven dinged and I took the spaghetti out, still steaming. While it cooled, I did the next five slides, and the ending one too. I'm typing out slides about sensitivity towards others. When I didn't even show it to Matthew. Guilt pricked me and those words repeated over and over again in my head...

A/N: Tis' done! And it is technically 12.10am at the time of posting. Hope I got the emotions right... It is sort of meant to be sad, by the way... Did I achieve it?

Matthew and Emily: WE ARE KIND OF HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN HERE! 

A/N: Sorry Mattie, Em... I'll give you a happy ending next chappie, 'kay?

Emily: You'd BETTER.

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EmEmWolfie, signing out for now! CIAO~!