Matt walked into my blue room, with his amber eyes scanning the beerch wood flooring. His hair was ratty and his golden skin was pale, like my white skin. Matt almost looked like he had seen a ghost, but what ever happened it wasn't some thing to cheer about. I was sitting on my bed with a blanket over my legs and a text book flipped to a page, about the Disgestive System. Matt slumped under the blanket with me.
"Matt..." I started, wondering how not to trigger his temper, which was very easily done.
"Georgia, I'm moving to New Mexico." Matt said. Like Matt's temper was easily trigger, my emotions were. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a cry baby, or any thing...but I'm not Ms. What Ever either. Matt was moving? Funny. I laughed, thinking if he was serious he would get pissed. To my shame he did get mad.
"You think this is funny. Ha! Then bye." He said storming out of the room.
"What the hell, man?" I told him, annoyed. "Get a temper manager." I continued, when he jumped out my window.
Later, after my crying crap was over, I heard a knock on my window...Weird. Unless it was Nick, trying to score with me. Honestly a 14 year old (Nick), with me, who was 17? Knock. Looking down my window I saw a dark figure climbing a near by tree.
"Nick?" I called to the dark, as I opened my window.
"Who?" Matt asked. I knew his voice really easily, too easily. Matt jumped into my room, through the open window, thats when I realized it was raining. Why would Matthew come talk to me in the rain?
"Matt are you moving? When? Why? Where?" I asked, quickly, being careful to keep my voice down, my sister, Ann, was surly going to wake up. If not because of the thump Matt made, then our conversation.
"Yeah, in a week. My parents"-
"Don't lie I know your dad...You know"-I gulped-"died." I continued, whispering.
"Fine."-Matt snickered-"Me and my mom are moving to New York."
"Why?" I asked to distract my self.
"I can't tell you." Matthew Fickle said shortly, like he thought this would end that topic.
"Why?" I repeated.
"Personal reasons." Matthew continued angered (but in control) by my disgust at his secret.
"Okay, Why ware you here?"
"I was saying bye, Gee."
"Bye, then!" I told him. Suddenly I felt his soft lips against mine, but then Matthew pulled away. I, who surprising was thirsty for more, took his face in my hands and kissed him back. It lasted for 6 minutes. Now Matthew was looking at me shocked. I was probably doing the same. I strolled to my bed and got under the covers it was cold. Matthew seemed to notice my discomfort so he closed the window and joined me in bed. I snuggled into his fire-hot body, holding on for as long as I could.
"Georgia, I wish I could stay..." he whispered in my ear, contently; his sweet smell evaporating around me.
"Where are you moving?"
"Are there any good collages there?"
"Sure, not bad I guess, Why?"
"I could come with you...?" I confessed. That made Matthew jump up and pace to the other side of the room, shaking his head like a maniac.
"No!" Matt said, half screaming half whispering.
"Oh." I said, defeated. I went into my covers and felt like not being stupid. This was just a fling- I should know, I loved having them- Me and Matthew weren't serious, this was just lust for him leaving. At least for Matthew it was...I think.
"Don't be sad...It's not you, I just...It's what I am."
"Where did you get them one from?" I said trying not to cry. How pathetic was Matthew being?