My eyelids flutter open as I slip back into consciousness and it's undeniable how perfect the light seeping through the curtains looks, like a thousand diamonds floating in mid air. I toss a little trying to pull myself off the bed to go grab one of my camera, but the hand wrapped around me stubbornly holds me in place. Just as my mind processes what I just thought, I jump looking down at the mattress only to be met with the softened face of a sleeping Matty. He looks so peaceful in his unconscious state, he doesn't hold that deep scowl and he looks almost angelic with his long eye lashes fanning over the top of his cheek.
The night before comes crashing back into my skull giving me a headache, I spent at least an hour arguing with him to get the hell out of my room more so my life but we see how that went. Eventually I tired myself out and fell asleep even though I can't recall exactly when that happened.
This moment is worth more than a captured memory of a breathtaking sunrise, so I hesitantly lay back down after pushing his hands off of me and scooting further away from him. My eyes trace over the name 'Annie' written on his chest before I trail it up to his plump pink lip. I loose the battle with my self to subside the smile during my admiration for his soft lips, absent mindedly my hand lifts off the mattress and traces over my own lip. The images of our lips synchronizing to form the perfect example of pure ecstasy run through my thoughts and my subconscious quickly steps in to scold me. His lip twisted up at the ends. My actions are halted and I slowly pull away as I watch his lips transform from a straight line into his trade mark smirk.
"Good morning." he speaks in a raspy morning voice, eyes still closed. I tell him a clipped 'morning' in return and pull my robe closed. I can't believe I fell asleep on the same bed with Matty only wearing my undergarments and a robe.
I'm yet to know how our bodies ended up tangled together but I do know that it felt amazing waking up with clamy sweat soaked skin, though I would deny it to my grave and keep my dignity. I should of turned the air condition on before we began our heated argument, I didn't think we'd end up falling asleep.
"It's not nice to stare." he teases opening one of his eyes to peep at me. My blood rushes to my cheeks and he smirks at me. I hadn't even realized I'd been staring but I guess he did, even with closed eyes he's alert.
He tugs me down so I'm laying flat on his chest before he speaks again, " I knew you would be an early riser. " His chest vibrates as he laughs at my failed attempts to pull myself off of him. Why did he guess that?.
"Because he just did without a specific reason." My eyes widen and my hands snaps over my mouth. I'm so flustered around him I can't tell what I'm thinking from what I'm actually saying out loud. My mind works without filter and that's terrible. The clanking of heals on the hardwood floor tampers with my ear drums, getting louder by the second.
My bedroom door swings open and I groan mentally at yet another downside of falling asleep unexpectedly."I'm sooo sorry I went to a party with Danny and one thing led to another, the liquor kicked in so I knocked out and I didn't even get time to text you!" Antelica breathes out. My heart rate increases and my cheeks heat up as her eyes widen, her grey irises dilate as they scan over Matty. It's her turn for her checks to turn red.
"Um hey Matty, " he flicks two fingers in her direction acknowledging her presence. I frown at him before getting up and scurring off to the bathroom to take a shower.
Antelica is going to give me an ear full about leaving her in the same room as him alone after she gets all the detail about last night out of me that is. I decide against telling her about the incident in the party. I'm not absolutely certain what it was about myself and I refuse to drag her into it.
The steam from the shower instantly relaxes my muscles however it does nothing for the inside of my body. My mind reals with all the possibilities of what Matty words can mean. 'Don't call it a fight when you know it's a war.' I keep drawing blanks about the matter, sure Matty is a little edgy but I can't see him in the depths of darkness with those people. He is a bit mysterious and bipolar but he seems genuinely nice, not to me but to his friends.
It's to early to categorize the kind of person he is. I raise my hands to shut the shower tap off and my fingers are all frail I guess I've been in the water longer than I realized. I return to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me, of course but Matty and Antelica were already gone. My feet pad across the bedroom floor and I sigh a breath of relief once I lock my bedroom door. I feel a lot more comfortable now that I've heard the click of my doorknob shutting.
A baby blue sun dress and minimal make up was chosen for my daily look before I slipped on strappy black sanders and headed downstairs. Tan, bony hands reached out of the coat closet grabbing me by my pale hands and tugging me in.
" Spill it!" she eyes me intently with a wide smile on her face. I shruged nonchalantly trying to make the topic at hand seem as casual as I possibly can although my insides are in knots and bolts. I fill her in on my night of argument and violent finger shoves making certain my response was quite blunt, convincing her that my first ever spontaneous gesture of sharing a bed with a partial stranger was no big deal. But it was strange to me. Alot of females sleep around at this age, waking up in a different beds every morning or with a new fella under her sheets, and that's okay this age is the time to experiment, safely of course. I'm not judging but it's not me, it's not something I do and I find sharing a bed to be a level of intimacy. Not that last night was intimate in the least for me anyway, for her .... I'm not so sure.
"So there was no dirty touches?" I laugh at her question shaking my head furiously before pulling the closet door open and walking out.
My head is still pounding. I don't think Matty was spending time with me because he was getting paid he did come back even after our blow out and stubbornly stayed despite the fact that I screamed at him to get out until I was blue in the face. He is so strange, the two days we spent together almost felt like reuniting with an old friend and I kind of hope that eventually we can be friends, for the sake of Antelica and Danny that is.
He is confusing and seems to have many parts to figure out but I saw a sliver of softness even when he fought with Dylan he did it for me. I'm not so much as infatuated by him more so curious. My thoughts are interrupted by strangled voices coming from the kitchen and I stop to listen before walking in.
"She isn't different from the rest, I spent A night with her simply so you can spit out the money. " Matty voice travels down the hallway followed by Danny telling him that he watches me differently and that he will pay him even though he is certain he enjoys my company. I fiddle with my fingers deciding if to walk in now. I can never draw a stable conclusion of Matty without him throwing me a curve bawl. The anger from his words are written clear on my face as I walk into the kitchen grabbing an apple off the counter.
Both pair of eyes blow widely and Matty fumbles with words to say when he realizes he has been caught. I smile at both of them before puncturing my apple with my teeth and quietly turning on my heals to walk out the front door. I would rather pay him myself to stay away from me, away from my bed and out of my house than have Danny pay him to irritate me. I do not enjoy his company Danny, I curse him in my head as though he can actually hear me.
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