Matt's POV
I saw her at Gabby's funeral and I couldn't believe it was her, she'd changed so much and for the better. We'd always hung out when we were younger, usually in the group, once or twice by ourselves, she always was a nice girl, but now, wow.
We caught up at Gabby's mothers and when we went out later. I had to say, I was intrigued by her. She'd always been Brian's girl, but there was something about her.
Imagine my disappointment when I saw the huge engagement ring on her finger. I mean I was happy for her, but disappointed because I felt some sort of attraction and I was pretty sure she did too.
At least I got to spend time with her while she was here, thanks to Becca, who was doing her best to push us together, but I wasn't going there, she was engaged. I was disappointed when she decided to go home, back to San Francisco but I told her I'd keep in touch, I was going to make sure I did. She hugged me before she left and I definitely felt something but I couldn't decide if it was just me. So by the time she left LA I had a huge school boy crush on her and I was already planning ways I could 'accidentally' appear in San Francisco. Was I going to try and win her over? I had no idea, I had no plan.
It didn't matter anyway, her fiancé fucked it up all by himself, without any help from me.
When Becca called me to tell me and ask me to go too San Francisco with them I had moments of complete joy and moments of sadness. I was sad that he would do that to her, she didn't deserve it, but I was happy because it meant she was free, single.
When we arrived I was surprised, she didn't appear completely devastated but a couple of times she looked at me and she looked so vulnerable, so lost.
What did I do? Took her to bed for fuck sake. How nice am I. I regretted it, I shouldn't have done it, it was a shitty thing to do, but I also couldn't help myself. Mind you, it was a fucking fantastic night, we slept together four times and in between I'd watch her sleep. I had it bad for her, I really did.
Jim and I left with me feeling pretty shit about myself, but I also couldn't wait to see her again. I stayed away from her for a few days, I didn't want to scare her off, I'd catch up with her at Jim and Becca's party. Yeah, another idiotic move on part.
So what the fuck did I do this time? I took a date. A date. Why? I had no idea. I had no interest in Millie what so ever. None. As soon as we arrived I looked around for Kylie and when I finally found her I was devastated to see hurt on her face. I was a prick. I spent the night trying to talk to her but she kept brushing me off. I didn't blame her. I managed to corner her in the bathroom, I was planning on talking to her but as soon as I saw her I kissed her. She kissed me back but kept pushing me away. She thought I was trying to get her into bed again and honestly I wasn't, I was happy to stay in the bathroom all night just kissing her. She was hurt by the fact I'd brought a date and she left me standing in the bathroom feeling like an asshole. Well I was.
The next day I'd gotten up and decided I needed to talk to her, tell her how I felt again, but everytime I went near her I ended up kissing her, I couldn't help it. Once again she thought I was trying to get her in bed and that was when I told her I wished we'd never slept together. She took it wrong, completely wrong. I meant that if we hadn't slept together she wouldn't be continually thinking I was trying to get her in bed. She thought I meant I regretted it, that I'd wished I hadn't slept with her. It seemed everything I did wherever Kylie was concerned was a complete fuck up. What hurt the most was when she went out with Brian. I didn't want her turning to him.
The next morning I took her to breakfast and I finally told her how I felt, I think she felt the same but I wanted her to be sure, I didn't want to be her rebound. I'd rather not be with her at all.
And that was what led up to this moment. I couldn't wait a few weeks and as soon as I got to Brian's I asked Becca where she was.
"Out back." She told me, smiling.
I walked out and looked at her through the door, she looked upset.
"Hey." I said to her, walking out.
"Hey." She said to me.
"So." I said, walking over to her. "Has it been a few weeks?"
I can't explain how relieved I was to see her smile, I know it had only been four days but I couldn't wait a few weeks.
"Yes, yes it has."
I sat down next to her and took her hand.
"So do you want to go out tomorrow night?" I asked her.
She nodded. "That would be nice."
Good, I was glad.
We sat there in silence for about ten minutes when Becca stuck her head out.
"Are you two joining us?" She asked.
I guessed we'd better.
Becca went back in and I stood up, pulling Kylie up to her feet. She smiled at me and I couldn't help it, I pulled her into my arms.
"Are you sure?" I whispered.
She put her arms around my neck. "I've never been so sure."
I smiled at her and brushed my lips across hers. "Good."
We stood there kissing for another ten minutes before Becca came out again.
"You two, come on."
"Okay, alright."
I took Kylie's hand and we went inside. I couldn't help but smile.
