Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R T W O //

I'd only ever been to two boys houses in my entire life who weren't related to me. No...three. Each, I'd sneaked to. The first, some boy who was friends with one of my friends new boyfriends. It was sort of like the worst double date in the world.As a matter of fact, it wasn't a double date at all. We just sort of looked back and forth at each other down in his garage, on couches...in the heat of the summer's near.

The second, a boy I had a crush on for a while. I'd sneak to his house almost every other, if not every day of the week with another so called friend...she had a car.

And third, a friend's boyfriend's house. She'd invited me, together they were having a party...it was the most social scene I'd ever shown up to, besides school...which I hated. It was senior year, a weekend. I'd spent a lot of time away from my own family, adopting a new one...of my so called friend's. I guess you're wondering why I keep referring to her as a "so called" friend rather than just a friend. Well, she stabbed me in the back, when I had put all of my trust into her.

That guy who's house I'd sneak off to every other day with her, yeah, she dated him...after I told her I liked him. And blah blah blah, all that high school bullshit. But anyway---

There were bongs everywhere, smoke everywhere...the only thing you smelled in the air. But...everyone pretty much just sat in one room. Talking among one another, or not talking at all. Simply just...stoned.

No, I'm not your goody-two shoes if that's what you're thinking. I took my hits, quite a few. I didn't quit until I was stoned out of my mind and didn't know if I were coming or going, living or dying, breathing or holding my breath...and my lungs ached, and I craved water, and food...food above all else...and ate it slowly. Feeling each crunch against my teeth and each bit of flavor against the buds of my tongue...

I shut my notebook quickly as I could make out the sound of that Matty guy's voice in the hallway. His appointment had ended, he came walking into the waiting room, a smirk on his face. Oh great, he thinks Elaine is hot. I mean why not, I would too if I were him. She has boobs and shit, what I don't have.

"So...Katie...ready to get out of here?" He asked.

I felt like some sort of hooker he'd picked up on a street corner. I don't know why, I guess because he was attractive and I wasn't. I mean, my hair wasn't long and luscious. It was actually just hitting my shoulders...and a strange color that you couldn't tell if it were black or brown. I didn't have unique eyes. They weren't blue, green, or gray. Not even hazel, or light brown. Just dark brown, plain old dark brown. Last, I was short. Guys usually went for the tall girls...for their legs and all...

Finally I nodded after getting so caught up in my twisted mind, "mhm."

He walked out in front of me, leading the way.

"Where are you from?" He asked, "you sound...American." He laughed a little.

What was so funny about being American? I somehow found myself smiling.

"I'm from California, United States. Yes, American...you sound...British."

He looked back at me and smirked, "how did you get here?"

"Long story." I didn't feel like explaining, at all.

"I've got time.... "

"Ah, next question."

"Alright...did I ask you why you're here already? At this place, I mean." He said.

I shook my head, he turned around. I forgot he couldn't see me, it's not like he has eyes behind his head, goodness Katie. I cleared my throat quickly and spoke fast, "oh no."