Half an hour later, (after general conversation) Chrissa finally became stable enough to realize how bad she freaked out on Matt. Regret and embarrassment strook across her face.
Chrissa: Matty... I'm really sorry about telling you to go away like that. I didn't mean it, I'm super stressed...
Matt: It's cool girl, don't worry. Is it true though? You and Nick?
Chrissa just looks at Matt.
Matt: I'm not bad Chris, you should know me. How could--
Chrissa: Asshole.
Matt: I'm sorry...
Chrissa: No! You're an asshole!
Chrissa giggles, but Matt is just way too confused to giggle back.
Chrissa: Of course I'm not! I can't believe you both fell for it. I just wanted to shut Miley up. Me and Nick are way over.
Matt: I'm sorry. I just knew you were stressed and all, maybe you did something stupid like that.
Chrissa: I may be stressed but I haven't lost my mind. Why're you all so against him recently anyway?
Matt: Miley decided to talk her mouth off about her ex, Brad, and of course, Nick being bipolar with his feelings, told Brad and now we can't trust him.
Chrissa: Why doesn't anybody ever tell me things like this? I mean, you told me not to talk to him but I thought it was just another stupid row.
Matt: Don't worry, it is. I'm sure it was for the best, now Miley can learn to shut up.
Chrissa: Matt, please understand... I wasn't actually going to have the drugs... It was in the moment and-
Matt: The second I heard, I knew it couldn't be true Chris, I promise.
Chrissa: Thank you Matt.
Chrissa's phone buzzes and she slyly looks at it.
Matt: Everything okay?
Chrissa: Yes- Yes- My parents said the key to the house is in my pocket!
Chrissa rummages through her pockets. Making a mess of herself, she turns her pockets inside out and a loud "Cling" sound comes from the ground.
Chrissa: Silly me! Anyone would think my name is Miley
Chrissa giggles, hugs Matt and says goodbye.
Matt can tell there's just something about Chrissa, making him suspicious. She is under a lot of stress at the moment though.
Matt perches back down on the back door step and kicks around a large rock on the ground. He really should be getting home, but he isn't rushing.
As Matt looks up, he instantly realizes the black shoes stood in front of him. His eyes guide up the figure quickly, finally stopping at a face. Nick's face.
Matt: Fucking hell Nick!
Nick: I could've said the same thing. Lucky you didn't scare me. Well, how could you, you was acting all innocent kicking that little stone.
Matt: I'm not laughing Nicholas. I'm still not cool with you. Why are you hear anyway?
Nick: I'm not "cool" either Matthew. What's your deal anyway? I'm here because I can be, and I don't need to justify why, this isn't your lot.
Matt: You're so rude! God damn!
Nick: Move.
Matt: Keep your voice down, she's probably asleep up there.
Nick: I said move. I'm here because she wants me to be. I've hooked her up.
Matt: She doesn't want that shit.
Nick suddenly leaps for Matt and pushes him onto the ground.
Nick: You don't know how hard I fought for this. I got her weed and now I'm going to give it to her, move the fuck away.
The door door slides open, and Chrissa is stood there.
Chrissa: STOP!
