The Summer Experience

Three: The day it all started [Part 3]

Continued flashback

He stood at the door, I could see the sweat dancing on his forehead, threatening with every moment to start falling down his face. He was leaning against the door, Jenny and Julian just looked at him in amusement. What was so amusing of this situation?

"Yea, we were going to go get some breakfast anyways. I hear the buffet downstairs is to die for. We'll leave you two here." Jenny grabbed her card as Julian threw on a sweatshirt, closing the door behind them.

I sat there, frustration running through my veins. I did not want to have a conversation with this person. I wanted to go pack and catch my flight, I wanted to go home and just forget any of this happened. I could tell a trip to the graveyard would be in line. I needed to apologize to Morgan.

"I don't have anything to say." My voice was cold, but I just didn't care right now. "If you don't mind, I need to pack so I can catch my plane tomorrow morning. I need to get home and back to my life there." I got up and started towards the door, but his arm stopped me from going any further.

"Mattie, please. We slept together last night and I had the best night in a long time. Why can't we just talk about this? We could work this out, we could be together. Why are you fighting this?" I could see the hurt in his eyes, tears brimming to fall out. But I couldn't do this, I couldn't handle another heart break.

"I just ... I can't do this, Myles. I was hurt once before, I don't want to be hurt again. Love isn't for me, so stop trying to make something happen that never will. Let me leave so we can both get on with our lives."

He just pressed his hand harder on the wall, stopping me from doing anything, "What are you afraid of Mattie? Why do you have these walls up. Morgan left us five years ago. Do you really think he'd want you to still be mourning over him? I think he'd want to see you smile, see you have a good time with some else. He was not selfish, he knews you need to fall in love with someone else."

Anger suddenly came over me, he had no right to talk about Morgan like this. I balled my hands into a fist and went to punch him, trying to connect my first with his face. He rose his hand up, catching my fist in his hand. A stunned look came over my face, what the hell was I doing? This is not how I was raised to act.

"Mattie. Calm down, I wasn't in any way putting him down. You need to move on, you need to find peace with everything. He will never leave your heart."

I started to break down once more, my knees hitting the soft carpet of the hotel room, the tears that had been in my eyes started to break out, falling out in what felt like pools of water. I couldn't stop, everything was going horribly wrong, this is not how I planned on living my life, this is not how I wanted to be known as. That guy who can't get over his ex. That's how every knew me, the crazy guy who still loves his dead ex boyfriend.

I felt him wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. For a moment, I imagined Morgan was there with me, comforting me, telling me everything was going to be okay. I looked up to see his hair spiked up, his brown eyes staring back at me. As soon as it was there, it was gone and in place green eyes looked down at me and slicked back blonde hair took over. But I didn't move, I just let him hug me, I just needed the closeness. I knew it was time to let go.

"I... seriously need to go. I can't do this right now, I'm sorry Myles. I'll see you around." I broke out of his arms, opening the door and heading to my own room. I looked behind me to see if he was following me and even if part of me wanted to, I was glad I saw him walking to opposite way to the elevators.

I flopped down on my bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand, punching in my password, I hit the messages and texted Jenny. They still had a week here for their honeymoon, the rest of us were leaving back to our lives.

I clicked send and started packing, putting everything into the tiny suitcase I had brought with me. Sighing in discontent, I covered myself in the sheets of the bed and started to drift off. I was just about to fall asleep when a knock startled me out of my sleep. I groaned as I threw the sheets off, walking to the door and inspecting whoever it was outside my door through the peephole.

Mrs. Winters stood on the other side, a smile on her face, "Mattie, I know you're in there. Now open the door."

I unlocked the chain, swinging the heavy wooden door open, "What can I do for you momma?"

She shoved her way in, making sure I had no chance to close the door, "I hear you had a good night with a certain nephew of mine. How is it that you always scoop up the cute ones?"

I groaned ever louder, "It was fine. But I just want to sleep until my flight tomorrow. Is this all you came to talk about?"

She just smiled and pulled a piece of paper from her pant pocket, "I'll leave you be, but I know you need a friend or something." She handed me the paper.

On the inside of the note was Myle's number in black.