No Plan B

8

Matthew had been interesting the past month. He would make me more complex meals and he would stick closer to me at the warehouse. We began changing in the same changing room until I got my own. Through our clothing magazines, all pictures that we use in the magazine end up being duo shots of Matt and me. We were beginning to create a picture for ourselves.

He seemed more infatuated with everything I talked about. He would lean his head on his hand and listen to me as I spoke about a random subject. He looked so interested in what I was saying; in me. It wasn't necessarily weird, it was just out of the ordinary. It almost seemed as if he was trying to impress me half the time, which I didn't mind so much.

Flirting was a major thing he did. I would comment on how amazing his cooking was and then he'd turn it into a flirtatious joke. In my opinion, he isn't a very good flirter. He should just stick to cooking and modelling.

Most of the time, he'd try to surprise me in my room while I'm trying to sort out taxes at my desk. For instance, he came rolling in on a chair and rolled up next to me to look over my shoulder. "You don't have to do that," he said in a soft voice, "I've got agents for that."

I looked at him with no expression and then went back to the taxes, "Im saving you money by doing it this way. Your agents don't know what they're doing half the time," I replied, looking at him, and then back down at the computer.

"But it's not like I'm poor," he said, not grasping onto to the concept of simply "saving money".

I sighed and looked at the plain faced boy, "What if something happens and you need extra money that you don't have? The extra money from me doing your taxes just saved you," I explained, looking him in the eyes.

He nodded, even though I knew he didn't fully grasp onto the concept. I let him be and he left me alone so I could save him some money. He went into his room to watch TV.

It didn't grow annoying, in fact it grew somewhat refreshing to see someone at my place of residence other than myself. After taxes or work, Matt and I agreed that every night we would watch TV together or go out and do something. The upcoming Saturday, he wanted to go out with friends and do something fun. We invited Jenna and Hayley and a few of Matt's friends that I hadn't met yet.

Matt dressed in a blue, white spotted button-up that he buttoned to his neck, black jeans, and blue converse. I wore a white t-shirt, a black hoodie, dark coloured pants with black tennis shoes. Matt drove us to the bar that we were going to meet up at. It was a small bar with karaoke and a small lounge.

He was extremely excited to go to the bar and hang out with friends. A huge smile was glued on his face the whole drive, making me grin a little. It made me happy that he was happy. When we pulled up, he looked me in the eyes and said, "You ready?"

I nodded, "Yeah, Matt. It's just a bar," I replied, trying to calm him down.

He took in a deep breath and released it, "I know, but I'm just excited for you to meet my friends," he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Okay, Matt. You wanna go in and see if anyone is there yet?" I asked him, undoing my seatbelt.

He nodded and we both climbed out of the car and to the entrance of the bar. I opened the door for him, letting him go first. I walked in after him and he looked around, "Guess we're first," he sighed.

I nodded and we sat down, waiting for them. After several minutes, Matt's friends showed up. There were three of them, Eric, a tall, well built man with blonde hair and silver eyes, Louis, a short, slender guy with dyed dark-blue hair with shaved sides and green eyes, and Jessie, a moderate height girl with long, scarlet hair and blue-green eyes.