New Team, New Dream

Chapter 29

I was sitting on the couch watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix when the doorbell rang. I placed the bowl of popcorn on the end table and paused the show. Footsteps clicked down the hallway, and my parents opened the door. Muffled voices sounded from the entryway, and in a moment Matt was walking into the living room.

"Hey Summer," he said, taking the empty seat next to me. I smiled and slid over a bit.

"Hey Matt." I replied blandly. Matt didn't answer, but instead took a handful of popcorn.

"So. You found out the truth," he said awkwardly, looking away at the TV. I didn't say anything.

"Matt you said you'd-"

"Listen Summer. I was rear ended. When you were pulling out of the parking lot, someone hit me and my car smashed into yours and mine blew up and and..." Next thing I knew, tears were shedding from Matt's eyes and I was crying along with him.

"I believe you baby," I whispered, my eyes clouded with salty tears.

"I just don't want this to tear us apart..." Matt drifted off, running a hand through his messy brown hair.

"It won't." I promised, searching for his hand. I took it in mind and squeezed it.

"I love you Summer." Matt smiled, kissing me on the lips delicately.

"I love you too Matty," then I inched closed to him and he took the remote from the end side table.

We scrolled through Netflix until we found a romantic comedy we both agreed on. Then I cuddled up to him and we watched the movie and ate popcorn- just like old times. Old times before the crash.

It made me remember how special Matt was to me, and how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like him. He was caring and loving and sweet and perfect. He was my rock here in Texas: he loved me at my worse and he loved me at my best. There was nothing more I could ask from him. I could only hope that I'd be okay enough to preform at the Stunt-O-Thon Clinic next weekend.