Who Are You? - A Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction

Chapter 8

CLAIRE'S POV:
All of us were waiting for Als and Matt, since we had all gotten done getting ready before them. This was probably due to the fact that all of us were able to go 2 minutes without threatening to stab each other. But, then we heard that an elevator stopped working and a boy and girl were trapped inside. JJ went up to check on Matt and Allison and tell them to take the stairs, but they weren't in any of the rooms. We tried calling them, but the phones went straight to voicemail. Then, we finally realized that they most likely were the two people trapped in the elevator which was just asking for trouble. Shawn and I passed each other a knowing look, praying to God that those two didn't use this as an opportunity to 'mysteriously' murder or injure the other person. Shawn walked over so that he was standing next to me. I have to admit, even though Nash was my favorite Viner, Shawn was my favorite person on the Magcon Tour, besides Allison, of course.

"So how does she handle heights, small places, and being in the dark?" Shawn asked. I assumed he was talking about Allison, but I wanted to make sure.

"Who, Als? She does okay, I guess. I mean, she's not world's biggest fan of heights or the dark, but normally she'll let out a string of swear words and then she'll be pretty much fine," I answered with a laugh. "What about him?"

"Shawn scratched the back of his neck. "Matt...he doesn't do too hot. Small spaces kind of freak him out. He's had panic attacks before, but normally if someone talks him through it, he'll do okay. I mean, he'll be shaken up, but not freaking out, you know?"

I nodded.

"Um...do you think that even though she hates him...she'll...you know..."

"What? Help him through it?"

Shawn nodded. "Well, yeah. I mean, you can't exactly blame me for wondering. She almost beat him up last night over one comment."

"How heartless do you think she is, Shawn? I know my best friend, and she is one of the nicest people I've ever met. Of course she's going to help him! I can't believe you would even ask something like that! That kid was her idol! She knows what it's like to be terrified and she's not just going to sit there watching him suffer!"

With that, I stormed off. While Shawn may be my friend, if he insults my best friend, I have every right to be pissed at him. Allison and I have been best friends since we were in kindergarten. I'm six months older and I've always been taller, and I don't know why but those reasons make me protective of Als. We have been through so much that I would rather bite my own arm off than not defend her. She's always been there for me, and so it's the least I could do to stand up for her when she isn't around to tell Shawn off herself. Besides, I knew that even though Allison despises Matt, she'd still try to help him. You see, Als has this dream to become a counselor or therapist of some sort when she grows up. She's a sucker for helping others. She absolutely loves helping and making a difference, which is super cool. I wish I was more like that, but sadly that wasn't exactly the case. So, knowing her for as long as I have, I knew that she'd take pity on Matt and talk him through his panicking. While I knew she was going to help him, I wasn't expecting to see what I saw a little over an hour later when the elevator finally got fixed and the doors opened in the lobby.

Matt and Als stood hand in hand, while Matt was staring at Als like she was the most important thing in his world. Allison was looking up at him, talking, but she didn't get to finish her thought before Matt kissed her. I don't mean a quick peck on the cheek either. I mean, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as if they couldn't get enough of each other. I quickly looked over to Bart to see if he just witnessed what was happening. Most tour directors would probably be upset or disgusted to see two tour members making out in public, but Bart just looked at them with an almost satisfied expression. Obviously I was missing something here. I could tell that the boys were as confused as I was, but unlike me, they were openly gaping at Matt and Allison and probably hadn't noticed Bart's reaction to the two making out.

Now, I know for a fact that Als hadn't had her first kiss before this moment (even though we were 15), and I hadn't either. I mean, sure, she's had a couple boyfriends, but the relationships never lasted that long. I also knew she wasn't just going to throw her first kiss away either, especially not with Matthew Espinosa, her current nemesis. So, either the two of them had a heart-to-heart in the elevator and magically fell in love and felt that making out in front of everyone was the appropriate way to tell us all. Or more likely, Als was going to murder Matt with her bare hands when they pulled away. And we all got to sit back and enjoy the show.

ALLISON'S POV:
He kissed me! That idiot held my hand and and is currently making out with me in the lobby of the hotel! And the worst part is that I'm kissing him back! I'm wasting my first kiss in a guy that I absolutely cannot stand! What is wrong with me? God, why can't that little fangirl in me die, and I could bitch slap him like any normal girl would do in a situation like this?

I swear, Matthew Espinosa must be bipolar. He was insulting me in the elevator two minutes ago, and now he's making out with me! I'm not understanding why he was holding my hand and then kissing me all of a sudden, but I get my answer soon enough. We finally break apart, slightly out of breath, and Matthew rests his forehead against mine. I open my mouth to say something, but he brings a finger to my lips to shush me.

"Way to almost blow it, Princess," he whispers.

Oh. My. God. I am an idiot! That's why he held my hand and made out with me! How could I be stupid enough to almost start fighting with him in a public place when Bart told us to act like we like each other just yesterday?! Ugh, I really hope no one noticed. I hope I didn't screw this up! Oh God, I just realized Matt helped me out! Dammit! That means I owe him now...

"Oh, Babe, I'm so sorry," I say honestly.

"It's okay, Princess," Matthew says. I can tell he's irritated with me for many reasons, but he has to act like he isn't. "Just don't let it happen again." With that, he pulls me into him and kisses my nose right as a fan passes by, stopping to take a picture of the two of us. I never realized how creepy some of our fans were...but it's all good because CK and I can be kind of creepy too. It's honestly a relief to know that their are other awkward people out there.

The second Matt and I reach the rest of the group, CK comes and tackles me in an attempt to run and hug me, but she had a little too much momentum and I hadn't been expecting it. Before I knew it, I was on the ground. But then I felt someone gently pick me up and put an arm around my waist.

"Even though you're a total klutz, I don't want my little princess getting injured if I can help it," Matt says, a look of pure adoration in his face.

Damn, this boy should be an actor when he grows up because he is really good at acting like we don't want to vomit at the sight of each other. And because I was a total fangirl of the kid until I met him, I know that he does, in fact, want to be an actor. He's so good at faking that he's "in love" with me, and I can't even go 5 minutes before almost completely screwing the whole thing up!

I decide that it's the safest option to play along because I don't know how much everyone knows or how much Bart plans on letting us tell the rest of them. So I get up on my tip-toes and kiss Matthew's cheek before leaning my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his torso.

"My hero. Thanks, Babe. I don't know what I would do without you." I felt him slightly tense at our position, but then he quickly relaxed again, knowing that people would start to grow suspicious. I look up at him and try to think of all the reasons I loved him when I was a fangirl. I only hope that the look I had was one that resembled adoration.

CK looks at the two of us with a puzzled expression. She then faces me directly, her face suddenly stern. "Where the hell have you been?! Do you know how worried I've been?! You have a phone! Why didn't you even text me?! I was scared that something awful happened to my best friend! And what is up with you and Matt?! You two hated each other less than two hours ago.

I look up at Matt, surprised to see him already looking down at me, his eyes wide with worry. Obviously he wasn't going to be a big help in answering Claire's question about the two of us. Then, I look at all of the other guys and they are already looking at me expectantly. Finally, I turn to look at Bart and he gives me a look that I interpret to mean that I need to lie to a of them since we are in public.

"Claire...meet my boyfriend, Matt."