Wasted Youth // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

2 ~

Juliet's POV

I thought that we'd stay in the exhibition for ten minutes and look around the same things that we saw each week in that place, then leave. But that was not the case. 

Olivia kept talking to either me or the man who she seemed to have adopted, who I had found was called Matty. 

"I love this one! Look at his eyes!" Olivia screeched, looking at the smaller dinosaur with the spikes on his back. 

"He hasn't got any eyes, Livy." I said quietly, rubbing her hair gently. 

"Yes he has! Matty! Has he got eyes?" Matty crouched down and peered into the skull of the dinosaur skeleton. 

Matty chuckled slightly and looked up at me. 

"Yep, he has eyes." he winked at me. I shut my eyes and shook my head. He seemed nice enough, but I was very much on edge, always holding Olivia's hand at all times, just in case. 

I just wanted to leave, but I didn't want to upset Olivia, otherwise she would sulk for the rest of the day, and I wasn't sure I could handle that alone, but I'd have to.

 Matty stood up and strolled over to me lazily as Olivia ran off to some other part of the room. 

"So, she's your sister?" he asked, I nodded my head, looking at her as she tried her hardest to read the little plaque next to the next skeleton. She finished reading it and ran away again. 

"Do you always do this with her?" he asked. I nodded my head again. 

"I always do everything with her." I said, he nodded his head.

"Not your parents?" he asked, I shook my head this time. 

"No, not my parents. Just me. I teach her everything, I take her everywhere. I do everything." I replied stiffly. Matty chuckled.

"I wouldn't have been able to do that with my brother." he admitted, I shrugged.

"I used to think the same thing, but when you have to do something, you eventually get settled into a routine." I explained. I was used to these conversations, so I always tended to pre-prepare my answers.

Matty chuckled, I looked at him and frowned in confusion. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Your sister is so happy and talkative and you're-" I decided to interrupt him. 

"Boring and Irritable?" I suggested and he chuckled.

"Yeah."

"Sorry, it's a side effect of living with an overly-excitable six year old and an under-active mum." I joked sarcastically. He laughed, his grin was slightly lopsided and silly, almost like it didn't really belong on him.

"Right." he replied.

I watched Olivia running around the exhibition, something she used to get told off for by the museum workers, but after a few more weekly visits there, they became used to her ways.

My jumper that she was wearing was dragging along the floor and I made a mental note to hem it up a little more when she was in bed that night, so it was short enough not to drag on the floor but long enough so that she wouldn't notice.

"Julie, I'm hungry." Olivia whined hopelessly, walking over to me and tugging on the sleeve of my stupidly thick, comfy jumper.

I had been eagerly awaiting this moment for the entire duration of time I had spent with Matty, it wasn't that I didn't like him, but he just didn't get it. I had been waiting for three years to meet someone who got it.