Wasted Youth // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

5 ~

I pulled up outside my house and leaned over to nudge Matty awake. 

"Matty," I said quietly. "We're here." 

He crinkled him face up and opened his eyes, he looked at me and smirked.

"Thanks." he said. 

We got out of the car and I locked it. He leaned against the side of my house as I walked towards it with the keys in my hand. 

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I walked inside and Matty kind of stumbled. I shut the door behind us and Matty began peering around the room from where he was standing. He chuckled. 

"What?" I asked as I took my coat off and hung it up on the banister, then chucked my shoes down next to it. 

"It looks exactly as I pictured it. Busy, warm, gross wallpaper." he pointed to the vintage 1970s wallpaper. It was orange with cream coloured swirly patterns. I frowned. 

"I chose that wallpaper!" I said sadly. I wasn't sure why I was so upset about his clear dislike towards the wall decoration. It was probably because nobody ever seemed to like it. 

"No surprise there then." he laughed quietly. I frowned into his back. 

We walked into the kitchen and I put all of the papers on the chair so we could sit there and actually see each other. 

"Coffee or tea?" I asked as he sat himself down on the chair. 

"Um, tea please. Two sugars." I nodded my head. I had originally assumed that he was more of a black coffee guy, but I was glad he wasn't, seeing as the only coffee in the house was about three years old.

Mym and I preferred tea.

"Good. Because I can't remember the last time I used the coffee." I said, he laughed loudly. It wasn't as funny as he made it out to be.

I made our tea, his in the one mug I didn't care if he broke. Dad had won it ages ago at a fair when I was about seven. It had a picture of a clown on it that was supposed to look happy, but I don't think clowns could ever look joyful. 

Mine was in one of Olivia's favourites. It was a normal sized mug, but it had the head of a stegosaurus on one end and the tail as the handle. Matty grinned at me as he sipped his tea. 

"So dinosaurs aren't exactly a passing phase for your sister?" he asked, grinning lopsidedly. I laughed quietly, shaking my head. 

"No. She's loved them for as long as I can remember. Last year she dressed our dog up as one for Halloween." I smiled. As if on que, a scratching noise came from the back door. My eyes widened. I put my drink on the table and walked over to it. I opened it and Oscar lugged himself through. 

Oscar looked at Matty and rushed over to him, panting, his tongue sticking out of the side of his almost smiling mouth. 

He jumped up and put his paws on Matty's knees. 

"Oscar! Down." I said to him, but Oscar didn't get down. Matty smiled and stroked Oscar's ears. Oscar licked Matty's cheek and Matty grinned. 

"Sorry." I said quietly, sitting down again as Oscar finally got tired of Matty. 

"It's fine. I love dogs." he said before finishing his drink. 

This was my first of many experiences with Matty that was actually somewhat pleasant.