Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Faking

*Rachel's POV*

"How about this one?" Matt, my best friend, asks as we stand in the middle of the mall.

Matt was holding up a tee shirt that was gray and had a tiger's face imprints on the middle. I was sitting on a bench as Matt fished through all the store's clothes for his date tonight.

I shrug. "I mean it's cute but..."

Matt groans and then looks for a different shirt, fishing through almost every rack.

Yes, Matt was going on a date tonight with a girl named Rebecca, and Matt dragged me to the mall to help him find something to wear tonight, even though I really highly didn't want to come.

Why? Well, maybe because I have been in love with Matt ever since I met him in middle school. But, clearly, he doesn't feel the same way.

Plus, Rebecca actually hates me, glaring at me in the school halls and tripping me.

Why? I don't know.

So, here I was, helping Matt with a date that I was wanting to cry over, and giving him bad advice and bad opinions on clothes just so the date won't work out.

And that makes me a horrible person.

"This?" Matt asks hopefully as he holds up this time a shirt with surfboards decorated all around it.

I shrug, not wanting to participate.

Matt sighs. "C'mon Rach, I need advice from my best friend" Matt begs.

I look into his pleading hazel eyes. He really wanted my help and as his best friend I shouldn't be acting so horribly. I sigh, spread a fake smile on my cheeks, and stand up to help.

"It is cool, but go for something more your personality. Your clothes say a lot about yourself, especially on a date" I explain, pushing through the racks of several shirts, still not believing I was actually doing this.

It honestly hurt to help my love with a date.

I find a shirt that was decorated with a picture of a LA sunset with LA's logo scribbled over it. I pushed this against Matt to see if it was his size as he stood perfectly still, being obedient probably only because he really did need help.

"Try this on" I say as Matt, like an excited six year old, jumped into one of the dressing rooms to try on the shirt.

As I stay outside the dressing room, sitting back down on the bench, all feelings pour over and one, single and silent tear slips down my cheek.

I quickly wipe it away and sniff, covering up any evidence that I had been crying as Matt comes back out with the shirt on.

"It really looks good?" Matt asks, fiddling with the shirt's hem as he looked in a tall mirror plastered on the wall.

I clear my throat before answering, so my
voice won't crack. "It really does" I say, wishing I was lying.

Matt lets out a deep breath and then spreads a confident smile in the mirror and puffing out his chest, making me laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

He playfully punched my shoulder and then turned, facing me with a softer, sweeter and not funny smile.

"Thanks Rach. Means a lot to me" Matt says as he pulls me into his arms for a hug. I hug back and bury my face into the crook of his neck, holding in tears ready to brim.

"You're welcome" I weakly choke out.

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I try to avoid any mirrors at home so I don't see how pathetic I look. I sat on my couch, watching The Twilight Saga on live TV, crying with a tissue box beside me.