I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
The Only Thing I Ask Of You.
Matt’s Point Of View:
Holy shit, what did I just say?
“What did you just say?” she whispered, turning around to face me completely.
Shit. Shit. FUCK. Okay, come up with something to say. Just…say how you feel. No! Say…say something. ANYTHING! Oh my God, fuck!
“Uh…” I managed to stutter as she approached me. I couldn’t read the look on her face. Honestly, I thought I might die from embarassment.
“Matt, look at me,” she spoke, her voice tearing through my body. I shook slightly, realizing I spacing off, and not looking at anything particular; just not her.
“Ariel, I love you,” I repeated, slower and actually looking into her radiant eyes. Somehow, they lost their color when the words registered in her mind.
“You don’t love me, Matt, you don't even know my last name” she murmured, suddenly letting her guard down. She ran her hands up and down my arms, and I felt my stomach turn. Her touch drove me crazy.
“I do love you,” I assured her quietly, bending down to kiss her neck, "And your last name...it's Jacobs,"
As my lips came in contact with her neck, I heard a soft moan come from deep in her throat, and her grip on my arms became tighter. I worked my way up to her jaw and I was about to kiss her lips, when she shied away from it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, taking her face in my hands.
“I can’t fall in love you,” she replied, a sad smile on her face. I searched her eyes, before pressing my lips against her softly. I deepened the kiss, moving my hand down her body to the small of her back. She meshed her body with mine, and I felt her smile into the kiss. I had almost forgotten that Valary was right behind us in the tour bus, until I felt a pair of hands grab the back of my shirt and yank me away from Ariel.
“Matthew Charles Sanders,” Valary’s voice growled, before slapping me in the face.
“Valary!” I yelled, holding my cheek and glaring at her, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You are what’s wrong with me,” she snapped, then sighed. Her features softened and she plastered a smile on her face, “Matthew, I’m going to be honest with you,”
“That would be nice,” I spoke bitterly, still massaging my cheek. The bitch had a strong hand.
“I want you back,”
Ariel’s Point of View:
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I wanted to die.
My heart was given back, then in a matter of one night, it was fucking ripped from my chest. I shouldn't have even left with Ashlee and Des. I should have just stayed with Justin forever and taken the abuse. The physical pain Justin had caused was nowhere near as bad as the emotional pain I was in right now.
I walked away, trying to get the words that Valary had said to Matt out of my head. Thank God, Matt didn’t get my phone number so he wouldn’t be able to find me. I knew that he was too good to be true. I knew that he would go back to her. And I knew I shouldn’t have gotten so attached to him or believed him after knowing him for 24 hours. Why was I so goddamned stupid?
So now I’m walking away from the almost perfect man that I’ll ever meet. He wasn't mine...and never would be. I would never be good enough. I looked back and Matt was hugging Valary. I closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of my feet touching the asphalt. I took my cell from my purse to call Ashlee. I couldn’t handle one more second here. As the phone rang, and I waited for Ashlee to pick up, I glanced back one more time at the tour bus. Matt was walking behind Valary onto the bus, hand in hand. As he climbed the stairs to the bus, I could swear that I saw a look of regret and pain written on his face, as our eyes met for, what I thought would be, the last time.
Holy shit, what did I just say?
“What did you just say?” she whispered, turning around to face me completely.
Shit. Shit. FUCK. Okay, come up with something to say. Just…say how you feel. No! Say…say something. ANYTHING! Oh my God, fuck!
“Uh…” I managed to stutter as she approached me. I couldn’t read the look on her face. Honestly, I thought I might die from embarassment.
“Matt, look at me,” she spoke, her voice tearing through my body. I shook slightly, realizing I spacing off, and not looking at anything particular; just not her.
“Ariel, I love you,” I repeated, slower and actually looking into her radiant eyes. Somehow, they lost their color when the words registered in her mind.
“You don’t love me, Matt, you don't even know my last name” she murmured, suddenly letting her guard down. She ran her hands up and down my arms, and I felt my stomach turn. Her touch drove me crazy.
“I do love you,” I assured her quietly, bending down to kiss her neck, "And your last name...it's Jacobs,"
As my lips came in contact with her neck, I heard a soft moan come from deep in her throat, and her grip on my arms became tighter. I worked my way up to her jaw and I was about to kiss her lips, when she shied away from it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, taking her face in my hands.
“I can’t fall in love you,” she replied, a sad smile on her face. I searched her eyes, before pressing my lips against her softly. I deepened the kiss, moving my hand down her body to the small of her back. She meshed her body with mine, and I felt her smile into the kiss. I had almost forgotten that Valary was right behind us in the tour bus, until I felt a pair of hands grab the back of my shirt and yank me away from Ariel.
“Matthew Charles Sanders,” Valary’s voice growled, before slapping me in the face.
“Valary!” I yelled, holding my cheek and glaring at her, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You are what’s wrong with me,” she snapped, then sighed. Her features softened and she plastered a smile on her face, “Matthew, I’m going to be honest with you,”
“That would be nice,” I spoke bitterly, still massaging my cheek. The bitch had a strong hand.
“I want you back,”
Ariel’s Point of View:
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I wanted to die.
My heart was given back, then in a matter of one night, it was fucking ripped from my chest. I shouldn't have even left with Ashlee and Des. I should have just stayed with Justin forever and taken the abuse. The physical pain Justin had caused was nowhere near as bad as the emotional pain I was in right now.
I walked away, trying to get the words that Valary had said to Matt out of my head. Thank God, Matt didn’t get my phone number so he wouldn’t be able to find me. I knew that he was too good to be true. I knew that he would go back to her. And I knew I shouldn’t have gotten so attached to him or believed him after knowing him for 24 hours. Why was I so goddamned stupid?
So now I’m walking away from the almost perfect man that I’ll ever meet. He wasn't mine...and never would be. I would never be good enough. I looked back and Matt was hugging Valary. I closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of my feet touching the asphalt. I took my cell from my purse to call Ashlee. I couldn’t handle one more second here. As the phone rang, and I waited for Ashlee to pick up, I glanced back one more time at the tour bus. Matt was walking behind Valary onto the bus, hand in hand. As he climbed the stairs to the bus, I could swear that I saw a look of regret and pain written on his face, as our eyes met for, what I thought would be, the last time.
4/18/13