New Love | Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 58,

Friday, a couple of months later;

So we finally graduated, we finally left the school known as hell. And now it's time for us to go our separate ways and follow our some what 'dreams'. Jada, Jackie, Sarah and Hope have already gone to Yale but they haven't started any classes yet. Nash, Cameron and Matt are leaving for L.A tomorrow, and I'm leaving for Art school in a week.

The other boys are staying in North Carolina but touring around and meeting fans for the mean time. Shawn, Jack & Jack are now sorted with their music careers and jamming it out in L.A. We are all leaving, but how are we going to cope? How will I cope being so far away from Matt? How will our relationship cope?

I sighed thinking all these thoughts as I was painting a picture that had no ending. My moon boot is thankfully off but I miss just staying in the crowd and watching everything happen. I was safer then. 

I picked up a cloth and cleaned my paint brush, moving over to my paints and picking out a black shade. I squeezed a bit onto the back of my hand and dabbed my paint brush into the shade, moving my paintbrush over to my canvas. 

"Maddie?" I heard my dad knock onto my bedroom door as I started painting. "Yes?" I answered as I was deeply going onto the canvas. 

"Sammy is here," He said which caused me to quickly take my brush away from the canvas and grin. 

I chucked my paint brush down and wiped the paint off of the back of my hand, running over to the door afterwards. I swung the door open and there stood Sammy, my best friend. 

"Sam!" I squealed jumping onto him. "Maddie!" Sammy held me onto tightly. 

"I missed you so much!," I squeezed him tightly as I never wanted him to detach. Sammy placed me down and kissed my forehead, "Me too princess."

"I'll be downstairs," Dad closed the door as he left a smile. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Philadelphia?" I smiled 

"I dropped out of college. I don't really want to go into teaching," Sammy shrugged. "What do you want to go into then?" I asked.

"Music," He grinned. "Well you do what you want to do," I grinned alongside him. 

He pulled me into another hug and tightly gripped onto me, as I laughed and wrapped my small arms around his torso. 

"It's been to long Sammy," I mumbled upon his chest. "Too long," Sammy rubbed my back.

I pulled away from the hug and tucked my hands into my back pockets, "So where are you heading now?" Sammy's face then lit up, "I'm actually going to L.A with the boy's tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. Looking forward?" I raised an eyebrow. "Oh fuck yes," Sammy smiled and jumped onto my bed.

I slightly smiled and walked over to my canvas, getting this pain in my chest. 

"What are you working on?" Sammy asked me. I shrugged, "Nothing really."

"Is this a painting where you do what you feel?" Sammy laid onto his stomach and looked up at me. I smiled and nodded, "Kind of."

"It's a really cool painting. Can I take it with me to L.A?" Sammy asked. "Sure. I just need to add one more colour," I walked over to my paints and scanned through the different colours. 

"What are you thinking about here?" Sammy asked. "Uh," I looked through the paints, "Just how everyone is going onto their different paths and how they are going to cope with everything."

"What do you call it?" Sammy asked. I pursed my lips to the side and picked up a light blue, "I don't know."

"Can I name it?" Sammy stuck his hand up. I laughed and walked back to the canvas, "Sure."