I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
Let's Make A New Start.
“Are you ready yet?” Matt groaned, throwing himself onto the bed dramatically, as I raced around the room collecting the rest of my shit I needed for tour.
“Matt, the sun isn’t even up yet," I bitched, kicking stuff on the floor out of the way.
“I know, but we were supposed to leave, like, 3 minutes ago,” he huffed, still performing the “Drama Queen” act.
“If you didn’t take a 45 minute shower then I’d be ready by now,” I hissed, finally getting everything I needed. Then I dropped the towel I had been running around in, and stepped into my walk in closet.
“Well if you had joined me, we could’ve been out faster,” I heard Matt say, and then the creaking of the bed indicating he was leaning off the bed to see me naked.
“No, it would have been even longer, trust me,” I laughed, reappearing wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a tight, plain black, t-shirt. I threw on my black pull-over hoodie over my head, and yanked it into place, all while Matt was watching my every move. I pulled my damp hair into a loose, low ponytail, and threw my stuffed duffle bag over my shoulder while struggling with my shoes.
“Okay, I’m-” I began to say, but Matt had grabbed my other giant suitcase in one hand, and my hand in his other, and proceeded to pull me out the door.
“I need to-” I protested, but, again, I was cut off.
“I left Ash and Des your rent money for the next three months, plus a little extra, in an envelope on the kitchen counter. I wrote them a note, saying where you’ll be and to text you when they wake up. Now let’s go,”
“Matt-” I said, as we exited the building. I tasted the cool fresh morning air, and let out a content sigh.
“Get in,” he ordered with a smile once we got to his black Escalade in good time, due to Matt’s death grip on my hand and his incredible ability to almost fly off the ground when he was rushing.
He climbed into the drivers side with ease, and turned his key in the ignition. The SUV roared into life, and he immediately put it into drive.
“When are we supposed to leave?” I asked, still mentally double checking if I had everything before we had gone too far.
“Soon, that’s why I’m rushing,” he replied, taking a sharp left, out of the apartment complex’s parking lot.
“Well Jesus Christ, you’re the fucking lead singer, I’m pretty sure your band has to wait for you so they can leave,” I said, throwing my hands into the air for effect, “But if you keep driving like this they won’t need to wait! You’re lunatic driving will kill us both,”
I was joking. He knew that. But for some reason the vibe between us grew awkward and Matt’s knuckles gripped the steering wheel, turning them white.
“You worry too much,” he smiled, reaching over the center console to grab my hand. His smile suddenly faded and his brow creased.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked quietly, massaging his large hand with both of mine.
“You’ll see when we get there,” he said solemnly, returning his stare to the road that stretched out before us.
“Matt, the sun isn’t even up yet," I bitched, kicking stuff on the floor out of the way.
“I know, but we were supposed to leave, like, 3 minutes ago,” he huffed, still performing the “Drama Queen” act.
“If you didn’t take a 45 minute shower then I’d be ready by now,” I hissed, finally getting everything I needed. Then I dropped the towel I had been running around in, and stepped into my walk in closet.
“Well if you had joined me, we could’ve been out faster,” I heard Matt say, and then the creaking of the bed indicating he was leaning off the bed to see me naked.
“No, it would have been even longer, trust me,” I laughed, reappearing wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a tight, plain black, t-shirt. I threw on my black pull-over hoodie over my head, and yanked it into place, all while Matt was watching my every move. I pulled my damp hair into a loose, low ponytail, and threw my stuffed duffle bag over my shoulder while struggling with my shoes.
“Okay, I’m-” I began to say, but Matt had grabbed my other giant suitcase in one hand, and my hand in his other, and proceeded to pull me out the door.
“I need to-” I protested, but, again, I was cut off.
“I left Ash and Des your rent money for the next three months, plus a little extra, in an envelope on the kitchen counter. I wrote them a note, saying where you’ll be and to text you when they wake up. Now let’s go,”
“Matt-” I said, as we exited the building. I tasted the cool fresh morning air, and let out a content sigh.
“Get in,” he ordered with a smile once we got to his black Escalade in good time, due to Matt’s death grip on my hand and his incredible ability to almost fly off the ground when he was rushing.
He climbed into the drivers side with ease, and turned his key in the ignition. The SUV roared into life, and he immediately put it into drive.
“When are we supposed to leave?” I asked, still mentally double checking if I had everything before we had gone too far.
“Soon, that’s why I’m rushing,” he replied, taking a sharp left, out of the apartment complex’s parking lot.
“Well Jesus Christ, you’re the fucking lead singer, I’m pretty sure your band has to wait for you so they can leave,” I said, throwing my hands into the air for effect, “But if you keep driving like this they won’t need to wait! You’re lunatic driving will kill us both,”
I was joking. He knew that. But for some reason the vibe between us grew awkward and Matt’s knuckles gripped the steering wheel, turning them white.
“You worry too much,” he smiled, reaching over the center console to grab my hand. His smile suddenly faded and his brow creased.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked quietly, massaging his large hand with both of mine.
“You’ll see when we get there,” he said solemnly, returning his stare to the road that stretched out before us.
4/18/13