Matts Pov
"Wanna hang out later?" my best friend Nash Grier asked me.
"Yeah, text me," I replied, hopping out of his jeep.
I walked into my house, slamming my bag onto the ground. "I'm home," I said, knowing no one would answer back. As always my mom was at her law ferm, still working. I plopped down on the couch, turning on the tv for background noise while I played on my phone.
After a few minutes of playing JellySlpash, I stood up and raided the fridge. Finding some tortillas, I poured half a bag of cheese on them and stuck them into the microwave. My phone beeped, telling me I had twenty percent left of battery. I rushed upstairs to grab my charger, trying to beat both my phone and the microwave. I got back right as it hit zero.
"YES!" I yell out triumphantly.
I pull out the plate, and squeeze some canned cheese on top of the tortillas.
"That's disgusting"
I look around, trying to find out who said that.
"I did, idiot"
"Oh thanks for your input," I say sarcastically to my annoying conscience.
"Your VERY welcome"
I ignore him. Wait is it a him? Maybe it's a her? I'll just call him it.
"That hurts"
Ugh, my conscience is so stupid.
I sigh, taking a bite of the messy tortilla. I throw it away, losing my appetite.
Suddenly my phone rang from its spot on the counter.
"Hello?" I answer
"Hey, I'll be at your house in five," Nash said before he hung up.
I walked upstairs to take a shower, knowin Nash would let himself in.
I walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I stare at myself in the mirror, waiting for the water to warm up.
I never understood why girls found me so attractive. I really didn't think I was that good looking. I mean, i guess I'm hot, you could say, but no where near other guys like-um- like....I thought about it for awhile. I've never really considered guys hot.
I climbed into the shower just as my front door opened.
Must be Nash.
I stand in the water for awhile, thinking about random things.
I wonder if cows can touch their toes, or I guess hooves.
Dragons would make amazing chefs.
Why do you call a taco a taco? I mean there's nothing tacoey about it!
Nash is hot.
Wait what?!
I did NOT just think that!
But you have to admit, he's pretty cute. Cute? Can you call a guy cute? I mean he's got a nice body, one I've always been jealous of. And his hairs always perfect. And those eyes. Damn those eyes.
What the fuck am I talking about?? He's my best friend since before we were born.
I shake the thoughts out of my head, letting them go down the drain with the rest of the water.
After lathering myself in soap and scrubbing all over, I get out.
"Shit," I say out loud. I forgot my clothes.
YOU ARE READING
Chasing Cars
Teen FictionMatthew Espinosa's life was as average as you could get. He was smart, popular, and best friends with the school's most worshipped kid, Nash Grier. But one night changes everything, either for better, or worse. Includes: Humour, love, unhappiness...