The Long Way Home

Twenty Nine

I'm done writing this and I've started the sequel :) good job me

"Are you all done?" Lars asked after knocking on the bathroom door of their hotel room.
Matthew had been sitting in the running shower for at least an hour, but he still felt numb. There was just something missing in him; a hole in his body somewhere. He couldn't figure out what he needed and the shower didn't seem to help but he didn't want to get out of it. Not now. Not ever.
"I don't wanna get out." He shouted.
"I'm gonna come in there." Lars threatened.
"No!" Matthew turned off the water and slipped out onto the floor. He knew that Lars would baby him if he came in. He would be wrapped in a towel and lectured about wasting water and then carted off to bed feeling just as empty as he had been before getting in. He may not have known what he wanted but he definitely didn't want that.
"You'll be okay." His editor assured. "I can go beat him up if you want?"
Matthew slipped into his pyjamas and stepped out of the bathroom, not bothering to dry his body or brush his hair. "No. That's okay."
"Do you want me to buy you food?"
"No thanks."
"Are you sure?"
He wasn't sure, but he didn't want Lars out spending money for nothing. "Yeah. I just wanna forget he exists." The Canadian sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket over his body.
"This is my fault. I didn't know he would reject you."
"Why did you plan this entire trip?"
"I thought having a relationship would be good for you. I'm sorry." Lars sat down on the bed beside him.
Matthew sighed softly. "You know what..."
"What?"
"Maybe I should just forget about this for the time being and enjoy the rest of the trip...I mean...I'm in Europe!"
"If you think that will help you then I'm in."
The Canadian nodded and leaned forward to hug his friend.
"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Lars asked as he pulled away.
"Well...I could really go for some junk food..."
Lars grimaced, knowing that the hotel room service would probably cost a lot.
"We can order in if you want...do they have that in Germany?"
"I'm pretty sure..."
"Let's order pizza and talk for a while."
"Sounds like a plan." Lars took his phone out of his pocket and picked up the little pamphlet on the end table which had the numbers of all the food places in the area.
He stood and paced the room as he spoke in broken German to the person on the other end. Matthew turned on the hotel TV and watched some random German news while he waited.
Eventually Lars hung up and put his phone in his pocket. "They'll be here in ten minutes. Do you want me to go out and pick up some beer?"
"God, you're the best friend I've ever had." Matthew sighed deeply.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes." Matthew admitted. "Get enough that I can get plastered."
"Your wish is my command."

Aaaaaaaaaaargh I've had writers block for a while and everything is slowing down. Plus I was sick so I'm really behind.