Tick list

Part 3

"O my god Springs how long does it take you to get ready?" Matthew yelled from the couch downstairs.

"I will take my time!" I growled back

The front door opened so i guessed that my dad had come home from work. I heard chatting, some enthusiastic noises and some laughter....was he actually getting on with my dad?

It took me another 20 minutes to get ready and i was done. I had decided on a black dress that was a little too tight for my liking, Matthew told me that it was a dress type of night and it's so pointless trying to win an argument with someone who thinks they're always right. I had black heels on that tied up on the leg like some kind of roman shoes...why did i buy these? And i had put on rather dark makeup so not to make my face look white af. I had left my hair as it was only with a little dry shampoo to not make it look shit. And i was ready.

My dad still must've been talking to shit face as he had not gone up to his room yet, so i decided on going downstairs to meet them. These heels didn't allow me to walk down the stairs like a normal person so i was going at snail pace being cautious nit to break my ankles, as i did so i remembered that I hadn't actually gone 'out' ever before. I watch a lot of tv shows on fashion so luckily i knew what i was doing when it came to stuff like that

"Hey dad, good day at work?"

They both turned to look at me and didn't say anything. They just looked. My dad was smiling at me, clearly happy that i was doing something social for once. But Matthew didn't really have an expression on his face, although for the first time in forever, his eyes looked kind. Maybe he had some type of heart after all.

"You two should probably head off, it's nearing up to 8" my dad looked out the window, as it was rather dark by now

"Right. Ugh, yeah lets go. Nice to see you Mr. Anderson, i'll see you soon" he shook my dads hand. How fancy, pity dad had no idea what Mathew was actually like.

We left the house and as we got into the car i began to get nervous, what the hell do you do in parties? I don't really speak to anybody so how do I communicate with other humans without making a dick of myself?

"Don't be weird okay? Just try to make friends" okay did he read my mind or something? And who did he think he was? Telling me to make friends and shit?

"Okay dad" i replied in a sarcastic tone.
He smirked to himself and he chuckled through sealed lips

"You can call me that later sweetheart"
I became red and i instantly looked the opposite way.
What the fuck do you even say to that?! I said nothing so i focused on not freaking out in the car.

After about 15 minutes of bickering over the aux cord and song picking, we had arrived at the party. I couldn't move at this point, i was frozen to the chair. Matthew, who clearly hadn't seen me freaking out next to him, began to get out of the car. He opened the door as i hastily grabbed his arm

"WAIT" if he didn't know that i was nervous before, he sure did now.

"I-i cant" i began to stutter. In my complete state of paralysation, Matthew jumped out of his seat and came over to my side. He slowly opened the door and held out his hand to me although he was looking at the party going on in front of him

"C'mon, get out" he said firmly
I climbed out of the car, still holding on to Matthews hand and adjusted myself as i stood