Isn't It Ironic?

Chapter 7

Matt's POV

When I wake up, Brae is still fast asleep in my arms. Careful not to disturb her, I get up and go to the bathroom, then climb into the shower. I wash through my hair and clean my body, then just let the warm water run over me. It's actually really soothing.

I think about what happened last night. I can't believe that happened to Brae, something so tragic should never happen to anyone. More than that, I can't believe she trusted me enough to tell me. I mean, I want her to trust me, but that's huge and we just started dating.

A couple quick taps at the door pull me from my thoughts. "Uh, it's open." I say loudly. I hear the door creak open and then slowly shut. I run my hands through my hair and listen to the soft thud of clothing hitting the floor.

The curtain opens behind me, then it slides shut. A pair of hands settle on my hips, then slowly wrap around my body, settling again on my chest. A wet body presses against my back and I feel a face resting against my shoulder. Her hands slowly run down my body again, stopping to trace her fingers on my upper thighs. I sigh a little and start to turn. "You know, if you keep teasing me-Jesus Christ!"

"Matt!?"

"Allie!" I jump backwards and lose my footing, slipping and falling to the ground. Allie scrambles out of the shower, grabbing her stuff and sprinting out in a matter of like 4 seconds.

I stand and shut the water off. When I step out of the shower I gasp loudly. It hurts to put too much pressure on my left ankle. I slowly grab my stuff, careful not to hurt myself even more. I wrap the towel around myself and limp to Brae's room.

"Hey, babe." Brae says sleepily. She sits up, rubs her eyes, then looks at me and smiles. "Is that a knife in your towel or are you just happy to see me?"

I blush. "Brae..I have something to tell you."

She looks at me, a little bit of fear creeping into her eyes. "Wh-what is it, Matt?"

"It's, uh, well, when I was in the shower, there was a knock. I heard someone getting undressed and I just assumed that it was you. But-but it was Allie. She, uh, she, uhhh." I sigh a little. "She touched me, you know?"

Braelyn opens her mouth and stares at me for a minute. After what seems like forever, she cracks a smile, then bursts out laughing. "Did she see your face?"

"Not until I turned around."

"Matt, you obviously haven't noticed, but you and Luke look a lot alike from behind. She probably had no idea that it was you."

I breath out a sigh of relief. "Oh, another thing."

"What?"

"Well, when I realized that it wasn't you, I kinda freaked out a little. I slipped in the shower and I kinda hurt my ankle."

"Let me see, babe." She says, gesturing to my leg. I slowly extend my left leg and drape it across her lap. She gently moves so that my foot is resting in her lap. She touches my ankle gently. "Hon, it's super swollen. Does it hurt when I touch it?" She runs her fingers over it, softly I assume, but it hurts like hell.

"Oh my god. Yeah, yeah." I cringe a little.

She gently places my lef back on the bed and stands up. I move to stand, but Brae stops me. "No, no, no." She puts a hand on my shoulder. She takes the towel off of me and smiles. "It's still-"

"Yes. I know." I blush again. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you dressed." She rummages in the drawer I have claimed as my own and tosses me a shirt. As I'm pulling it on, Brae pulls a pair of underwear and shorts over my ankle. I finish dressing myself and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Now, why did you dress me?"

"We're going to the hospital. Come on."

Brae helps me up and I sling my left arm over her shoulders. I let her help me down and out of the house, then into the car. I sit silently as she drives me to the hospital and then helps me into the ER. It takes them a while to actually get to me, but when they do, they make me leave Brae.

Braelyn's POV

I watch Matt as he limps his way down the hallway, accompanied by a short, middle aged nurse. I can't help but chuckle to myself as I think to how he was hurt. I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces when they realized they were with the wrong person. I would have paid to be a fly on that wall.

It's not too long before Matt comes back out, with an air cast and a pair of crutches. I thank her, then we head back out to the car. I help him into the passenger seat, then take off back to my house. "So, what's up?"

"Ah, sprained ankle. No big deal."

"You even sprained before?"

"Yeah, once. I'll survive."

"Alright, babe. As long as you feel okay."

"Thank you. For all of this."

"Of course." I laugh. "I'd do anything for you."