Alex's POV.
He bends down and whispers in my ear, "Wanna get out of here" I nod while looking around for Kayla. I spot her dancing with George their faces attatched to eachother. "KAY!" I yell, causing them both to seperate and look at me. They start to smile a cheshire cat smile; I like Alice...Kay says I remind her of Alice. Sometimes I wish I was a caterpillar and could...
"We're going back to mine" I hear Matty say as he places his hand on my waist, the images of the trees disapear and I see Kayla and George both nod as Matty takes my hand and leads me outside of the club.
We walk outside, its dark and cold. I shiver and look up at the sky. The stars are moving so fast I think they are racing eachother seeing who can get across the sky first. I feel something heavy and warm being placed around my shoulders it smells so good. I moan into the collar inhailing the scent. Im wearing his leather jacket, I look over at Matty standing in a black tank, its so baggy on him and I can see that tattoo I like peaking out from under it on his chest. I like his tattoos.
He takes off my glasses and places them on his face making me smile. "Come on love, lets go before I freeze".
The walk to Matty's place is long. We mostly just point and laugh at stuff and talk about the stars. When we make it back to his I recognize the alley. "I like this alley" I tell him, he chuckles "I like your shirt" I look down blushing. "Nah it looks good on you, honestly" He smiles at me as I gaze into his eyes, they are so dark, like an ocean inside of an orb. I just want to swim in his eyes. I don't know how long we stood there staring at eachothers eyes but it felt like days.
He unlocked the door and we step inside. He flicks on the light and I lead myself to his room, remembering where it was from last time.
I flick on the light to his room. The walls are painted a light gray and the bed is black and surprisingly made. I remember how soft his sheets are. I want to lie naked in those sheets. I strip off his jacket and kick of my boots into a corner. Then comes Matty's shirt and my tights. I stand in my bralet and panties staring at the bed. My legs are glued to the wood floor when I notice something. A huge picture on the wall, its of Matty. Hes playing guitar, his hair sticking up in all directions. I walk over and touch it. I can hear the sound of his guitar. A tear escapes my eye.
"Do you like it?" I hear him ask
"I love it" I say not looking away from the picture. I know im at the peak of my high and I'm feeling so real just looking at this photo. I feel a cold finger being trailed down my back making me shiver. I tear my eyes away from the picture to something even more beautiful. Matty is standing looking at me his hair combed perfectly into his mohawk, he tank hanging loosly off of his shoulder and his ripped black jeans just tight enough for me to feel wet from glancing down.
"You are so beauti.." I don't let him finish before I crush my lips onto his. Almost instantly they form to mine as his hands trace up and down my back. I pull off his tank and push him onto the bed seperating our lips only for a little bit. I climb ontop of him strattling his legs and proceed back to his lips. He moans into my mouth as I tug on the ends of his hair. He was like a pool that was the perfect temperature and I never wanted to stop swimming in him.
I seperate from his lips leaning back as I strattled him. His eyes were wide and his pupils huge. I knew he was just as fucked up as I was. I gazed down at his tattoos. They all stared back up at me. I saw one poking out of his jeans but it was covered up. I didnt like that. After I take off his jeans I lie down next to him all the while he just keeps staring at me. I begin to trace all of his tattoos.
"You have no idea how amazing that feels" he growls. I giggle then crawl up next to him so that are faces are next to eachother. I give him a quick kiss on the lips then place my head on the pillow. I'm not tired but I don't want to move either. Everything is too perfect and I believe that by moving it will some how break and everything will be ruined. I think Matty feels the same way because all he does is inch his hand over to grab mine, intertwining our fingers. I don't know how long we laid like that..all I know is that's how we fell asleep; holding hands, silent, staring at Matty's glow in the dark stars on the celing.
