Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic

// C H A P T E R E I G H T //

The place screamed havoc. In one corner was a girl doing lines, another corner was a guy standing at a keg. It was loud, the music was so loud it rang through my ears and I could feel it in my chest. Some sort of rap music, old American rap music...if I was right, it was Tupac. The place was a complete mess nonetheless. Matty pushed his way through the crowd, looking back to make sure I was still behind him.

"ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?" I shouted over the music.

He turned around, "YEAH!"

Well that helped. I expected him to at least tell me who.

I felt someone push me, I looked beside me uncomfortably, some guy with a beer can in his hand, over excited about the song and grooving over to some girl wearing almost nothing at all. I grabbed onto the back of Matty's coat.

"MAN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He stopped at a guy in sunglasses...I remembered when Matty wore his sunglasses when there was no sun out...is this something they just...do...here? I smiled to myself, looking at the guy.

He took his sunglasses off and looked at me, "is she yours?"

Matty leaned his head back, "is she mine, what do you mean is she mine?" He laughed, "she's not property."

I laughed too, I loved the way his accent neglected the pronunciation of the T's in words.

The guy laughed, "well if she's not let me know." He winked at me playfully. I began to feel uncomfortable, pushing my hair back and looking away. Oh no, what if he thinks you're trying to look sexy for him or something, don't touch your hair!

"Ha, ha..." Matty said sarcastically, "got what I want?" He asked.

The guy nodded, looking around and placing a small plastic bag into his hand. Matty looked at it, so did I. I couldn't quite tell what it was. And there as there were so many different smells in the air of alcohol, pot, food, and sweat, I couldn't make it out before he shoved it into his pocket and slipped him some money.

"Cool." He gave him an awkward looking bro hug.

"Don't tell anyone you got it from me, I'm all out I saved the best for last." He pointed at Matty.

Matty nodded, placing his hand on my back as we walked away from him. I looked up at him, "what was that?"

He moved his hand as we stepped into an area more free of people, "you do smoke, don't you?" He asked.

"Uh..."

"It's just weed." He laughed.

"Oh. Psh...yeah." I lied, this was my second time lying to him. I felt ridiculous.

"Let's go smoke this then." He showed me the bag, it was pot indeed.

I followed him outside to the patio, it was almost empty minus a few couples making out. I zipped my jacket up, looking around. He went over to a bench, pulling out joint paper.

"Sit down." He said, looking up at me as I stood over him. I did as he said, he laughed, "if you want to I meant. Sorry I didn't mean to tell you what to do."

I smiled, "it's okay, I wanted to...who's house is this?" I asked.

"The lad I just got this from." He said, concentrated. I watched him break up the weed into the paper and throw the stems. The aroma was so strong, I felt like I could get high just by smelling it.

I remember the time I did get high in the past...it was fun I guess. I laughed, I ate, and I was fine. I tried to convince myself that it would be the same way, just with different company. But somehow I began to want to back out...but backing out wouldn't have been a smart move at all, especially since I'd already given him a hard time about coming inside in the first place...don't make him tired of you already and you've only just met.