Not Even Stars Last Forever (Avenged Sevenfold)

Chapter 13

Felicity's POV

I opened my eye's, staring at the ceiling. It was early, I could tell by the light in my room, I didn't have to look at my clock to confirm it. I'd barely slept and what sleep I did get was interrupted, interrupted by dream's and thought's. Did last night really happen?

"Oh god." I groaned, rolling onto my side. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

And what the fuck was I thinking indeed. Matt. Matt of all people. Matt my best friends sister. Matt my brother's best friend. Matt, Emma's boyfriend.

"Oh god." I groaned again.

It was true though, Matt was still in a relationship, yet he'd been here kissing me.

God his kisses though. He always came across cocky, full of himself a big tough guy, but his kisses and his touch had been so gentle, so soft.

"Fuck." I muttered sitting up. I needed to stop laying here thinking about it.

It was wrong on so many level's, just contemplating anything with Matt felt dirty to me. It was just wrong.

I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and into the kitchen. Coffee. It always made everything better and this morning I needed a shit load.

I made a cup, standing at the window, staring out, not thinking about Matt.

"Morning." Alia grumbled, appearing and going straight for the coffee.

"Morning." I muttered, feeling the colour rush to my cheeks.

"How was your movie night with Matt?" She asked going to the fridge.

We made out like teenagers on the couch for ages and I fucking loved it.

"Yeah okay." I mumbled, pushing the image of Matt and I out of my head. "How was your date?"

She shrugged. "Okay."

That was it, okay. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong and I hoped to god she didn't now about Matt and my teenage frolic on the couch.

"Oh." I mumbled.

"Anyway, gotta go to work." She mumbled, turning and disappearing back into her room.

Well wasn't this just great. She was definitely avoiding me, it was just so damn obvious. The only thing I could do was keep trying with her and avoid Matt, I would definitely avoid Matt from now on.

I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down eating it, listening to Alia get ready for work and then she left, she left without even saying goodbye.

I felt like crying, she always said goodbye, except now, over the last few days, since Matt.

I pushed my bowl away and stood up, going into my room and throwing myself on the bed. I grabbed my phone, looking at it.

How are you this morning?

It was from Matt, and I laid there, staring at it.

Confused, upset. I mean what was last night? And what about your girlfriend Matt, it's not fair on her.

I read it, then re-read it, deleting it.

Good. How are you?

I put my phone down, staring at the ceiling. I wish I had the balls to tell him how I really felt, but I didn't, I just couldn't.

I'm great. What are you doing later?

I picked up my phone, reading it and groaning. God, why did he want to know what I was doing later?

Working

I sent that, rolling onto my side. I was just a big ball of confused right now and I was kind of glad that I had to go to work, it would distract me.

Suddenly my phone started ringing and my heart jumped into my throat. What if it was Matt? What would I say?

My heart settled down once I looked at the screen and realised it was Brian. What the hell did he want? I still wasn't really talking to him and I considered rejecting the call, but I didn't.

"What?" I snapped, answering it.

"Well it's nice of you to fucking answer." He snapped back at me.

"Well what do you expect Brian." I growled at him. "You treat me like a fucking child."

"Because you are Flick." He snapped at me.

I closed my eye's. Was he serious? A child? A 28 year old fucking child.

"I'm a grown ass woman Brian." I yelled down the phone at him. "And I ask that you not bother speaking to me until you realise that fact."

"Stop overreacting." He muttered.

"No." I snapped, hanging up on him.

He needed to realise I was a woman and not the 12 year old girl anymore. He infuriated me with the way he treated me and I was just really sick and tired of it.

God, imagine of he found out about Matt and my make out session on the couch last night? Christ, I didn't want to imagine it. It would get ugly, fast.

I laid on my bed for the rest of the morning, thinking, sulking. Matt never texted back and that's what I was mainly sulking about.

He was probably spending the morning with his girlfriend.

That thought infuriated me some more and I sat up, going into the shower.

No more Matthew Sander's. It was a cheap thrill while it lasted but that was it. He was in a relationship and I wasn't sure what he was trying to achieve by kissing me. Whatever it was it was wrong.

I took my time in the shower, then I made myself some lunch, forcing myself to eat it. This whole mess had left me with no appetite, but I had to work so I needed to eat.

I eventually dragged my sorry ass into my room, getting ready for work. I was tempted to call in sick, but that would be pointless, if I did that I'd only lay around here some more feeling sorry for myself and my fucked up life.

I grabbed my bag and my key's, standing in the kitchen. I thought about writing Alia a note, telling her I was working late. But what was the point of that? I highly doubted she'd give a fuck anyway.

I grabbed a tissue, wiping my face as I walked to my car. Now I was crying and that pissed me off, I was crying like the little girl Brian thought I was.

I pulled up at my work and sat in the car looking at it. Most people were surprised when they found out I was a Nurse, I mean I was a Haner after all, why wasn't I into music? Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed music, I loved it, I just never had that desire, to write it, to perform it, to play it, I guess I was missing that gene.

I walked into work and up to my ward. I was currently doing a stint in Critical Care and I loved it, it was so quiet and I enjoyed the quiet.

"Flick." Martin greeted me. "You have bed 1 to 6." He told me, handing me my files.

I nodded and sat down reading them. It was pretty straightforward and my night should be easy.

And easy it was, I busied myself looking after the people in my care and thankfully the night was flying by.

I was checking an IV line, contemplating going for my break when Martin, our In Charge stuck his head in the door of the room.

"Flick." He whispered. "Someone's here to see you."

I frowned, fixing the IV. Who the fuck would come to my work to see me? If it was Brian shit was going to hit the fan, it really was.

I washed my hands and walked out of the room, stopping.

Matt was standing at the nurses desk and he looked at me and smiled.

"I brought dinner." He said holding up a bag.

What the fuck was he doing here?