stronger | catthew (discontinued)

chapter three

shawn's point of view (oh shit haha)

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I peeked my eyes open and looked up to steal a quick glance at Taylor. His arms rested around my waist protectively, his eyes closed slightly, and a cute little snore was leaving his lips.

I smiled, man I love this boy.

Somehow, I let my mind drift to Matthew. Something was wrong with him, I could see it in his eyes, it's just the dull sadness in them and the fake smiles. I sighed heavily, something was wrong with my best friend, and I just can't figure it out.

"What are you sighing about?" Taylor startled me by mumbling.

"Jesus, you scared me," I kissed his temple.

"Well, what's bothering you?" Taylor asked cutely.

"Matthew." I sighed.

"Matthew?" Taylor knitted his eyes together with a little jealously.

"I don't like him." I reached my head up to kiss his cheek.

"Good, because you're mine," Taylor growled tightening his grip on me, "what's wrong with Matt?"

"I don't know, he just seems so sad lately."

"Why don't you ask him what's wrong?" he tangled his legs with mine.

Taylor kissed my forehead one more time before detangling our legs and standing up leaving me whining like a two year old.

"Time to get up, babe," he giggled sweetly, grabbing my head.

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Everyone was at breakfast, talking loudly and cracking jokes and holding hands under the table. Everyone expect for Matt, who was sitting to the right of me. He was shoving food around on his plate, and why is he wearing a sweatshirt? It's like two hundred degrees.

"Hey Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked, lightly grabbing Matt's sweatshirt sleeve to capture his attention.

"Yeah," his brown eyes looked lifeless, pale, and empty.

I dragged him out in the hallway and looked him dead in the eyes, "what's wrong."

"Nothing, wh-"

"Don't fucking say nothing is wrong!" I hissed angry, "I fucking know something is wrong! Stop bullshitting me, Matt."

"I fucking like him so much!"

"Tell me something I don't know!"

"I can't just fucking do that," Matt screamed, almost in tears, "I can't do that."

"Why not?" I lowered my voice, "I'm your best friend. You can trust me with anything, Matt. I promise."

"You won't be my friend after this.." Matt lowered his head and started to walk away, but I quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back towards me.

"It's okay not to be okay," I whispered quietly, "Listen, I know it's hard to follow your heart, I have been down that road a few too many times before Taylor."

Tears threatened to spill on Matt's face, "it's different with me. He doesn't like me."

"Listen, tears don't mean you're losing." I say looking down to the ground, "you can tell me anything, I promise I don't judge. I'm not the one to judge others."

"I-I just can't," Matt's voice cracked as the tears fell, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not going to push you," I whispered, pulling him into a hug, "please come to me when you need to talk about something. Pinky promise?"