Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R S E V E N //

The pile of clothes in which I laid on top of felt even better than my bed. I had no idea what to wear. What kind of party was I going to? Do people dress up? Or not? Do girls dress like sluts, or like people? Well...sluts are people too...I guess. I laughed at my thought process.

I grabbed my phone, looking at the time.

Shit!

I jumped up quickly, George would be there at any moment to pick me up. My hair was still soaked from the shower, and I had nothing to wear. Okay you have a choice to either dry your hair and throw on just any old thing, or actually wear something nice and have wet hair...but hair can dry over time...

I quickly kicked the pile of clothes aside and ran to my dresser drawer, pulling out a lavender long sleeved crop top, I threw it over my head, stretching it at the neck so that my hair wouldn't get it uncomfortably wet. I then ran to to closet and grabbed my black high waisted skirt and slipped it on next. Where the fuck are my shoes?!

I searched underneath the pile I'd kicked aside...my favorite pair of black creeper sneakers were no where to be found. I crawled into the closet, dodging the hanging coats. My phone rang, my heart sped up, I knew it was George. Please don't let him be here already, please don't let him be here already.

I grabbed my phone, it was a random number. Thank goodness. I ignored the call and tossed my phone on my bed, continuing to search for my shoes. I never answered numbers I didn't recognize. It was always some sales person, or some creep. The ringing of my phone made me feel like I had less time to search for these shoes.

It rang again, it was definitely George this time. I sighed heavily, running to the bed and looking at it, same unfamiliar number. I sighed and ignored it again, what do they want? Leave a message or something if it's that important to you to keep calling.

I held onto my phone, giving up on the creepers and grabbing a pair of ballet flats. Great, you look like a little girl. I rolled my eyes at my reflection. If only I had a pair of boots or something...my fashion sense was fucking amazing. I just didn't have the money it required to show it.

The doorbell rang, I paused, looking at my bedroom door. George wouldn't just come to the door...he'd call me...I hoped. I waited to let my dad answer, it was probably someone for him anyway. I grabbed my vegan leather jacket from the pile of clothes, putting it on and turning to my side in the mirror...this makes you look a little more attractive...kind of....

I listened more carefully as I heard my dad in a state of confusion, Matty's voice came in next.

What the hell? I opened my door and peeked out and down the hall. It was Matty at my doorstep, "I wouldn't have disturbed you by coming to the door, I was calling her and she just wouldn't pick up."

"Oh, uh, dad it's for me!" I said, grabbing my purse and running down the stairs.

"Wait just a minute, where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"To a party." I said, almost breathless from all the chaos of my closet.

Matty looked at my dad, his face was so serious all the time. He looked as though he had no desire to impress or win my dad over in any sort of way. He didn't change his usual stance or expression. He wore a fuzzy black coat with a black scoop neck tee underneath and black skinny jeans with rips on them...I wondered if he did it himself or if he bought them that way...and of course, his usual black boots.

"You didn't tell me you were going to any party," my dad crossed his arms.

I sighed, "well...I'm going to a party." I informed him sarcastically, Matty chuckled under his breath, my dad looked at him.