stronger | catthew (discontinued)

chapter five

author's note: it's currently raining in the state i live in so i curled up and started to write this. rain puts me in a lovely mood soooo this chapter will be um unexpected you can say.

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carter's point of view

After talking to Shawn yesterday night, I fell asleep on the couch in Matt and I's room. I didn't want to bother him because he was asleep when I got back close to midnight. He seemed pissed off at me, but I couldn't wrap my head around why he was pissed at me. I sighed as I pulled the blanket over my head in a failed attempt at blocking the sun out of my eyes.

"Ouch," I hissed as Matthew threw something at me, which wacked me in the skull. "What the hell was that?"

"A remote," Matt laughed, "now get up because we're going to six flags today!"

"Do I have to?" I whined from underneath the blankets.

Hey at least he's talking to me, I thought to myself.

"Yes, I'm going to go take a shower." Matt pulled himself up from his bed, as I felt him stare at the blanket which I was under.

"Can I shower with y-"

"No!" Matt slammed the bathroom door, clearly annoyed.

"Oops," I whispered to myself as I got unto twitter to distract myself for a while.

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"Matt can we talk, please?" I ask him as he finally stumbled out of the bathroom and got dressed. He messed with his hair, which was now dry, and just stared at me, almost confused.

"About?"

"Us."

Matt froze and cast a weary glare at me, "yeah, we already know about us. We're just friends."

"And what if I want more than that?" I gulped.

"And what if I don't?" Matt whispered.

"What?" I whispered back, feeling broken for the first time. "What do you mean?"

"I know you talked to Shawn," Matt shot back, grabbing his phone, "come on we have to go meet them in the lobby we can talk on the way down."

I stood up, fixed my hair a little, and followed him.

"Okay, what does me talking to Shawn have anything to do about us?"

Matt shrugged and pressed the elevator button.

"Well I like you."

Fuck, I thought to myself.

Matt pulled me into the elevator and pressed his lips to mine, and pressed me against the wall. I quickly regained control and flipped us. Matt pulled away for air before he came back into my lips and muttering a "fuck you" against my lips.

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taylor's point of view

"Where are they?" I complained to Gilinsky, "we have to leave in two minutes!"

Gilinsky chuckled and rested his arm on my head, "they're coming, I'm sure."

"They need to hurry the hell up! I want to leave." I whined, "I fucking love roller coasters."

The elevator dinged as on cue, and Matt walked out with Carter following after him like a lost little puppy. I laughed at the thought of this and started to get re-pumped about six flags. I tried not to jump up and down when the security guard escorted us to our car.