opia; matty healy.

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"He got you a ticket to Bon Iver?" George exclaims.

My head became a bit fuzzy after I left Charlie's. I felt so immensely happy I had to do a double take and make sure it was real. Gestures of love include – I tell myself – spending large sums of money on each other, that of which I'm sure these tickets cost more than my conscience can handle. Are Charlie and I on the cusp of love? Are we getting close? The questions still buzz through my mind despite a full night of sleep.

Matty had woken up first in the morning, I was leaning over into his arm when he stirred and woke me too. I found myself slowly pulling away, rather than quickly, erupting my brain into overload in a split second. My feelings for Charlie are strong, and yet my feelings for Matty make me feel completely different – not in the same way I feel about George, or Ross, platonically. I have feelings for Matty, and the more time we spend together, the more I begin to question everything. Yet despite all this, it's impossible for me to keep away although I should.

I nod to George, glancing to the side at Matty who picks at his food, "I was just as surprised."

"Are you gonna go?" Erica asks, as if it isn't an obvious question.

"You think I'd say no to seeing Bon Iver?"

"She makes a valid point," Matty points out, finally breaking gaze with his lunch.

"Do you know what you'll wear?" Erica continues, ignoring Matty's comment.

I roll my eyes, "it's just a gig, Erica, I don't think I need to pre-plan what I'll wear."

Erica shakes her head and argues, "it's more than just a gig, Is. Your boyfriend just bought you expensive tickets to see Bon fucking Iver, and you're not planning what to wear already?"

"I'll throw something on," I laugh, "it'll be fine."

"Girl, it's definitely a date," Chelsea points out.

"And Charlie won't care," I argue, "I could wear a trash bag and he'd still go out in public with me."

"We all would," Chelsea comforts me, "But this is a significant occasion."

"So you two are officially together then?" Matty asks, his lack of interest in the conversation is evident.

"Yeah," I smile, "it came up in conversation and we both just sort of... agreed."

Although I'd announced that the concert tonight meant little to me – mostly in an attempt to seem nonchalant and not freak out – it was a big deal. It did feel like a date, it felt like a movie moment leading up to something good.

"Take tonnes of photos," George winks before we part ways.

Matty and I make our way to Art class in silence. It's nothing uncomfortable, but I can't shake a strange feeling similar to the one I got when he began crying in my room over the weekend. Something's wrong, and as Matty's best friend I feel the need to get to the bottom of it.

"Do you wanna come over after school?" I ask him, "Help me find something to wear?"

He scoffs, "Right."

"Come on," I plead, "it's a big deal apparently."

"Clothes aren't really my thing," he declines, but I've not given up yet.

"Please Matty," I try once more, "We can have ice-cream for dinner."

"Fine," he gives in, "But I have to be home by four-thirty 'cause it's movie night."