Am I Too Overwhelming?

9 ~ Who Dares Interrupt My Sleep

Kate's POV

The day went by pretty quickly. I got to see the comedy show, not much there. I went on some more rides and overdosed on funnel cake. My friends claim I have a Funnel Cake Fetish, but I'm sure they're just exaggerating. Right? I mean, I know I'm not wrong when I say that funnel cake is the definition of greatness.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Matt. I shouldn't be worried about him anymore, honestly. I'm in Maryland now. He's in Pennsylvania. I'm lucky enough I got to meet him, first of all. Second, I didn't see him for the rest of the day after he got surrounded by fans. I still don't know who he picked out. It shouldn't matter, though. That's the least of my problems.

I'm the only child that has a connection with my mother. My father died a couple of months ago. I keep my mother company most of the time, but we both know it doesn't lift our spirits. My father was a kind man. He gave me and mother anything we wanted. He loved us, as we to him. We were a small, but happy, family. Nothing in the world could take that away, we thought.

Before my father died, he told me one last thing. His last few words were for me. 'Find someone who deserves you. Someone who will treat you the way I treat your mother; like a goddess. Protect your mother for me. Don't cry over me. I will always be with you two. I love you both.'

With those words, he left this planet we call Earth. But enough about that. I just got to the front steps of my humble abode*, it's 11 PM and I really want to sleep.

I grab my keys out of the side pouch of my backpack and start opening the door. I've always found the side pouch useful for everything but drinks. They always fall out.

"Mother?" I say, walking in and taking off my shoes. I get no response, but then again, not all the lights are on.

"Mom?" I ask once more. After not getting an answer, I walk towards her room to find her asleep with a framed picture in her arms.

It's a picture of my father when he was young.

I tucked my mom in and headed toward my room, making sure to turn off the lights. I'm one of those people who get bothered when rooms are lit without anyone in it.

I should rephrase that. Then again, I'm tired.

I enter my room, turning on the light. I toss my backpack onto a beanbag chair and throw myself onto my bed. What a day. My feet are killing me. And I'm starting to think I did overdose on funnel cake.

After a quick 5 minutes of getting myself ready to sleep, I finally head out the bathroom. Ah, finally. The most important part of the day. Ending it, I think to myself. I turn off the lights as I step into my room. I close the door behind me. I've never slept with my door open. I heard it's safer to have it closed, though it doesn't make sense to me. I grab my phone out of my bag and plug it in to charge. I never go anywhere without my phone fully charged, believe it or not.

I crawl into bed and close my eyes, smiling at the thought of finally sleeping.

Ding.

I open my eyes angrily. Who dares to interrupt my sleep?!

My eyes widen as I pick up my phone and see who it is.

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Matt's POV

I left the amusement park at closing time. I was hoping to find Kate around somewhere, but that didn't happen. Oogie was no help, either. He kept going on rides, saying 'We gotta enjoy it, that's what we came here for.'

Truth be told, I never found her. I had an urge to see her again. We just met. I know she lives in Maryland, thanks to her friends, but if it takes me two hours to get to where she is, so be it.

Oogie dropped me off at my place at around eleven at night, we stopped a couple of places before heading home.

"Thanks, Oogie," I say to him as I walk towards the steps of my mother's place.

"Hey," Oogie speaks before I step in. I turn back to see him smiling. "I know what you're thinking. You have her number, y' know?"He shakes his head and speeds off into the distance.

Yeah, I do have her number. I walk into the house and throw myself on the sofa. I pull out my phone and open iMessage.

"Hey, what's the rush?" My mom speaks from the kitchen.

"Ma, I met somebody at Hershey," I speak, looking back at her. She raised her eyebrow, signaling me to continue.

"She's wonderful. She's got a bit of attitude, but I bet I could fix that, and-"

"Whoa, whoa," She interrupts me.

"What's that about fixing attitudes now?" She laughs.

"You'd love her," I start.

"But she lives in Maryland," I say, feeling a frown creep in.

"I bet you can fix that, too." She laughs.

"Haha," I say sarcastically. Good one, mother.

I slug back onto the couch and think about what to send her. There are about a million things that could go wrong with just one text. But what to send, what to send...

"You should make it special." I jump up.

"Mom!" She was standing behind me, looking down at my phone.

She chuckled slightly. "Why don't you DM her instead?"

She's right. I don't DM people, that's a pretty smart choice. So, I open Instagram and hesitate some more. When we took our pictures, she gave me her username so I could tag her if I do post the pictures.

"Just say hi." My mother says from above me.

"STOP!" I jump up. I completely forgot she was there.

'Hey,' I start to type.

"That's it?"

"I know what I'm doing, ma!"

'Hey, I had a great time with you today. I hope to see you again sometime.' I finish typing.

"Send it-"

"I'm going to!"

"Then why are you getting mad,"

"I'm not getting mad,"

"But you have an attitude,"

"I don't have an attitude,"

"But you always have an attitude,"

"Why are we fighting?"

"I'm not sure,"

"Yeah, I'm going up to my room,"

"You should send her some concert tickets."

"I should," I speak as I head up the stairs towards my room. I hit send, lie down face first on my bed and bury my face into my pillow.

What if she's asleep? What if she freaks out? I sigh as I think some more.

What is this? I barely know her.

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*It's 'abode,' right?

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(This chapter has been checked for typos.)