What did he just say?
I pulled back and looked at him. "What?"
"We need to talk." He told me again.
Yes yes, I understood that he wanted to talk but I wanted him to say the part about there being an us again.
"Do you want to go and get a coffee?" He asked. "I mean I owe you one."
I nodded. "I guess a coffee would be good."
He smiled. "Well let's go."
I went and put on my shoes and grabbed my bag with thoughts running through my head. Did he really say what I thought he said, or did I hear him wrong?
We went out to his car and he opened the door for me. I climbed in and did up my seat belt, watching him get in.
I felt a bit nervous and I had butterflies in my stomach. Butterflies were a bad sign, I knew it meant I'd fallen for him, Matt, who I'd known for years, who I'd never looked twice at before, who had seen me at my worst.
We were young back then, I told myself, and I certainly wasn't the same person anymore.
We drove in silence, I couldn't think of anything to say, not a damn thing.
'You look hot in that shirt' just didn't seem appropriate.
We pulled up not far from a cafe and Matt got out, quickly running around and opening my door, he held out his hand, helping me out.
Unfortunately he let go of my hand as soon as I got out of the car. Maybe I had misheard him.
We walked to the cafe and took a table outside. I ordered a coffee, Matt ordered something to eat as well.
"What did you do last night?" He asked me.
"Oh went out with Brian and Johnny."
"Was it fun?"
I nodded. "I guess."
"Look Kylie." He started but he was interrupted by the waitress placing our coffees on the table.
He looked down at his coffee and I wished he'd just hurry up and get to the point.
"So, did you do anything last night?" I asked, attempting to restart the conversation.
He looked at me. "Nah, I just went home."
I nodded, not knowing what else to say.
"So how are you doing, with everything that's happened?" He asked me.
Well I thought, the thought of Michael doesn't bother me in the slightest, but the thought of you on the other hand makes me crazy.
I should have said that but I didn't.
"Okay I guess."
He nooded. "You've been through alot."
I guess so.
"So yesterday." He started. "I said something and I think you took it the wrong way, actually I think everything I say you take the wrong way."
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just sensitive at the moment and well with what happened in San Francisco."
"With us?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah with us."
He suddenly got a pained look on his face. "I'm so sorry, I took advantage of you, I shouldn'thave done that."
Was he serious, I hadn't been complaining.
"No, you didn't." I said softly.
"Yesterday when I said I wished we'd never slept together, you took it the wrong way, I didn't mean it like that."
The waitress came over and placed Matt's food in front of him. He picked up his fork and poked at it.
"Jesus fucking Christ." He said dropping his fork onto his plate and looking at me. "You make me feel like a school boy, all nervous and shit."
I did?
"I want to ask you out but you make me feel awkward and I hate the fact that everytime I touch you, you think I'm trying to get you into bed." He was talking quickly, saying what he had to. "I swear that wasn't even on my mind, all that's on my mind is the fact that you just broke up with your fiancé."
"What, why would that be on your mind?" I was clueless.
He groaned. "Don't you get it, I want to date you, be with you, all of it, but are you ready because I really don't want to be your rebound guy."
He wanted to be with me. Holy shit. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy.
