Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

I Know You Don't Need Me Right Now, And To You It's Just A Late Night Out.

Matthew.

"I reckon I should probably leave now." It pained me slightly to hear those words leave her mouth, I wanted nothing more than her company.

"You haven't slept at all, Archie."
I silently hoped she'd stay longer, otherwise, I'd probably have to wait until next week to see her again.

"I'm an insomniac, and high."

"At least try to sleep? I wouldn't feel right just letting you go like this. Besides, I know you wouldn't go home, you'll just end up wandering around. I'll even give you something near and dear to my heart to sleep in."

"As long as you give me something near and dear to your dick to wear when I wake up." I laughed at her remark, getting up and searching through my top drawer for a shirt.

"Don't worry, love, I'll give you my favourite pair of pants."

"Gross, Matthew, I don't want your knickers. I obviously meant trousers."

I rolled my eyes, tossing her a 'Liquid Liquid' shirt. (An 80s band that everyone should listen to)

"Yeah, obviously."

I watched Archer for a bit, wondering whether or not she'd go change in the bathroom, ask me to leave, or just not give a fuck and undress in front of me. She looked back at me, and then at the shirt in her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and pulled her shirt above her head.

"Thought maybe you needed something to look at, your girlfriend doesn't seem to be doing a great job, innit? I was thinking about not undressing right in front of you out of the kindness of my heart, and utter respect for meaningful relationships, but after our deep conversations, I feel connected to you on a spiritual level. You have become me and I, you."

"Archer, you're fucking loaded."

She laughed whilst attempting to stick her arms through the holes of the shirt, it was the kind of laugh that made you giddy when you heard it, a laugh where not only the laugh itself is contagious, but the happiness emitting from it. Now would've been the perfect chance for me to appreciate her body, but unfortunately I decided to be a gentleman. Fucking manners and shit.

She'd finally gotten the shirt on properly, what seemed to be a miracle.

Archer stood up, gently folded her shirt and proceeded to take her trousers off, doing the same to those as well. The shirt I'd leant her met her mid thigh, personally I'd consider her as petite. Her size definitely did not match her personality in the slightest.

A sigh escaped her lips, "I fucking hate clothing, I can never get it over my ass comfortably, makes me contemplate death. I'm stretching the fuck out of this shirt unapologetically."

"Seems like a hateful vendetta, you see Archie, I don't have an ass therefor, I don't have that problem. Now go to sleep."

I strode to my bed, leaning over and pulling the pale smoke coloured comforter backwards. I could feel her eyes following my movements, just the thought painted my face with a smile. I turned around, clambering to cover every inch of the light seeping through the curtains before heading in the direction of the door.

"Don't go." She whispered, burying herself beneath the sheets.

Her voice had a genuine pull to it, a weight that couldn't help but be outweighed by literally ever noise the world had to offer. In the purest way, I pitied her, and whether or not that sounds like a terrible thing to say; think, it was a lingering feeling. As I slowly lied above the second sheets, feeling Archer bring her head to my chest, I couldn't help but wonder what drove her away from home. There had to be something that happened, otherwise fear wouldn't broadcast on her face every time someone mentioned it.