The Dream Maker

II

It's been 3 months since I've seen Matthew.
The start of our friendship was at a concert. One of my closest cousin's and I went to see One Direction and coincidentally, Matthew happened to be 'babysitting' his sister just a row behind us. Back then when I saw him, I knew he went to my school. I was in 8th grade and him, 10th.
I had only noticed him behind us after going through plenty of One Direction songs, all which I had stood up and sang along to. I remember someone staring at me from the row behind and was creeped out. Eventually I had turned around to find him smiling at me, so I smiled back and while making our way out of the stadium I saw him in the crowd, caught up to him and we ended up laughing together. A few days later when we met at school, we spoke and just like that... we were good friends.
When I was in 9th grade, a girl named Sarah (my high school foe) had started a rumor that 'Matthew was just trying to get in my pants.'  We distanced ourselves, and though the rumor spread like a wildfire, it burnt out quick enough. We were still distanced. After my first heartbreak, I ran to the bathrooms after school and Matthew spotted me on the corridor and then came running towards me. He waited outside till I came out. It was the first time he'd seen me cry, or even look upset.  "What happened?!" I barely even looked at him. "Don't worry about it." After that, he barely left my side. I started feeling things for him, but being the type of person i am -afraid- every time i caught myself thinking about him as more than a friend, i tried to stop. Eventually I found myself thinking about him less. Though I don't show it, I believe I may still have slight feels for him.