Repairing my universe. (ON HOLD)

four

Three months later. (NOW)

I'm in my dull looking room, it's past midnight and I can't sleep, so I opted for finishing my english homework. Writing an essay. How fun. Well, I'm almost finished, just a couple more sentences. It takes me about 10 minutes to finish all the thinking and writing. I close my binder and put it in my purple backpack. It's 1:20am and I'm not even remotely sleepy. I start watching American horror story, for the millionth time, while laying on my full sized bed. I'm so focused on the show that I jolt up when I feel my phone vibrating. It's a text. From Matt.

(Sent/Received)

"Are you up?"

"Yes"

"Why? It's 2:01 in the morning."

"I just can't sleep"

"Hmmm"

"I have an idea"

"What"

"Pack a bag with spare clothes and a towel. And a warm blanket if you will"

"Huh? Why?"

"Just trust me. I will be there in 15"

I sit up in bed staring at my phone in doubt.

Should I do what he says and go with him? Or should I tell him no and stay here.

My heart is starting to pound so hard and fast in my chest, I believe it will break me. I don't understand what's happening. Why does it pound so hard whenever I talk to Matt or see him? It's so silly. Right?

I grab my hot pink (sports) bag and stuff it up with a clean towel, dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I put on some ripped black shorts and a pale pink tank top with a grey alien on my chest. I quickly wet my hair a little so I can leave it down due to my hair being curly as hell. I put on some black socks and my favorite black converse and keep on getting the bag ready. I put more socks in the bag and my favorite blanket of Stitch. Yeah, I am still a little girl on the inside. Pathetic, I know. But moving on, I stuff my personal items– phone, charger, headphones, wallet, perfume, and deodorant– into the bag. It takes me 10 minutes to get all of this done. I feel silly. It's two in the morning and I am packing up a bag to spend the rest of the night out. I think that's what he meant.

HOLY SHIT, SPEND THE NIGHT OUT?! WITH MATTHEW? WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME AM I THINKING?