Because Of Magcon

11. || Drama? Or Nah?

Matt ended up following me to my room. I let him comfort me as I cried, and now it was 1am. I was awake just surfing Twitter, and Matt was quietly snoring beside me. He had his arm around my waist, and I was very grateful for him.

I knew what I had to do.

I took a picture of him like that, and posted it on Twitter:

"I know I promised a YouNow earlier...but I got busy. So, sorry. But yes....I am dating @TheMattEspinosa. Let the hate begin."

I shut off my phone completely, and just stared at the dark ceiling.

I fell asleep at 2am.

*THE NEXT MORNING*

I woke up, and instantly used my hand to feel the spot next to me, with my eyes still closed. I flashed my eyes open to see that Matt wasn't there. I found a note instead.

"To-Alex,

Sorry I couldn't be here when you wake up. I went out to get us some breakfast. I promise I'll be back soon. I also have something very nice planned for the day, so get dressed! I love you so so much.

With so much love, Matt."

I smiled to myself. I knew I made the right choice with him.

*

I sighed, and got out of bed, walking over to my closet. I was shocked when I opened it. Half of the closet was held with Matt's clothes. When did he do this? I laughed as I shuffled through my half. I stood back, mad that I couldn't find anything. Since it's still morning sort of, and I was still in last nights' clothes I decided just to change. I put on one of Matt's longer, bigger T-Shirts and no pants on. Hey, it's comfortable.

*

I skipped down the stairs, and came to a halt when I heard rustling in the kitchen. I swear, in those two seconds, I had a mini hear attack. I crept around the corner, to see no one in the kitchen. I must have been hearing things. I turned around, and Matt was standing right there. "Don't do that!!" I screeched. He just laughed, and gave me a hug. "Go put some pants on. Or you'll regret it." He whispered in my ear, smirking. I blushed, and ran up the stairs and into my room.

*

I changed into that dress that I got in Hollister the other day, and applied makeup and did my hair. I grabbed my phone, and ran back down the stairs.

*

I plopped down in one of the chairs at the counter in the kitchen, and waited for my phone to turn on. And once it did, I was shocked. I had no tweets, texts, calls, anything. I sighed with relief. I decided to text Blake though. If I played my cards right, she'd come back. She always does.