Welcome to the Family

The next few days passed rather quickly. Matt and I spent our time either out on the lake or cleaning and repairing the cabin. After Matt's trial, my mom would take a break and come up here herself, since the place was going for sale.

Each night we had dinner with nice conversations and lots of laughs, and then we'd watch a movie and occasionally share a kiss or two, but he really kept his distance - physical distance I mean - and with that, his promise not to go too fast. We even slept in different rooms, just like we'd planned on our first day. I got nice long goodnight kisses, though.

After four more nights, we were done with the cabin and headed back, bringing along Axel and every personal item we could possibly fit into the small rental car. I had mixed feelings about leaving the cabin for good, it was a place of good memories of both my sister and my lovely grandparents. Luckily, Matt was distracting me from my feelings.

When we finally arrived at my grandad's apartment in downtown Montreal, I had almost forgotten what I left behind. It was on the second floor of a small white house with a balcony and an old metal spiral staircase leading to the white door with the combination lock.

I quickly typed in the combination and the door swung open, revealing a tidy hallstand and behind that, a small living room with a leather couch, a comfortable rocking chair and a fireplace. Next to the small TV there was a large bookshelf with German and Austrian literature and philosophy books from sophisticated authors like Nietzsche, Wittgenstein, Schiller and Goethe.

I showed him the small kitchen with family pictures taped to the refrigerator, my grandad's room and the small guest room with the two inflatable mattresses where I had slept almost all my summers with my sister, almost dying from the heat since Opa had always refused to buy an AC.

"Here's where we're going to sleep, I hope you don't mind sharing a room, but I'd rather not sleep in Opa's bed," I commented, and Matt gently cupped my face with his big hands and kissed me softly before replying, "of course not."
"Let's unload now so we return the rental car," I suggested before continuing, "Here in Montreal we use BMW, which means bus-metro-walk. Our flight back is on Sunday, so that gives me two and a half more days to show you around my Mom's hometown," while walking down the stairs with him.

"So Vicky, do you speak French?" Matt asked as we opened the trunk. "Yes, in fact, I do. But I speak Quebecois, which is the French dialect people speak here." I answered, and he seemed impressed. "So you speak four languages?" he moaned while carrying a very heavy box up the stairs. "Yeah, kind of. I can speak French without an accent but I forgot a lot of words. My Spanish seems better sometimes."

After we were done carrying the stuff into the apartment, we drove the car back to the rental car service, dropped off the keys in a keybox and then headed to the nearest metro station. "So, what are we going to do now?" Matt asked, and I heard his stomach growl. It was 3PM on a Sunday, the first of June, and we hadn't eaten since breakfast at the cabin.

It was sunny, warm and humid, and as we walked to the metro station, we started sweating immediately.
"Well, if I'm not wrong we could head to the Olympia Stadium. Every first Sunday of the month there's an event with all the foodtrucks from Montreal. You know, those trucks where you can buy food, what do you think?" I suggested, and Matt nodded while his stomach roared approvingly.

About thirty minutes later, we were standing in front of the large, crowded open field at said Olympia Stadium, where many trucks with different foods from almost every country were parked and long queues were in front of almost every single one.

"Where do you wanna go?" I asked Matt, and when I turned to face him, I couldn't help but think about how handsome he looked. He wore a bandana under his cap and large aviators, hoping his fans wouldn't get on our nerves too much, but let's face it, these dimples wouldn't remain unnoticed for too long. "Oh look, DasFoodtruck, is that some kind of German?" he asked, and with that, he grabbed me by my arm - because holding hands would be too mainstream I guess - and ran off into the direction of the bright orange truck.

"Ew, nutella wrapped in bacon, kinda shit is that?" he asked and started laughing hysterically, causing people around us to turn around and look in our direction. Oh Matt, I knew it. "That's M Shadows, oh my God," could be heard from all sides and before we knew what was happening, we were enclosed in a circle of Avenged Sevenfold fans starting to sing Seize the Day.

I just wanted to disappear. I didn't want people to know that I was here with him, that we were fake dating, that I hoped we would end up non-fake dating, that we eventually would, if God ever listened to my prayers. None of it. So I turned around and slowly fought my way through the screaming and singing crowd while Matt just stood there and took about the twenty-seventh picture with the same crying fan.

I walked to the food trucks, where there were no more queues now - thank you Matt - and ordered a large portion of poutine, a Quebecois specialty consisting of French fries with cheese and gravy. I then sat down on the bleachers of the converted Olympia Stadium, enjoyed my food and took some videos of the steadily growing crowd around Matt, which I sent to Syn, Michelle and Renee with a grin.

After I got myself a BeaverTail, or Queue de Castor as people liked to call it in French, a special Canadian pastry, as a dessert, I noticed that the majority of people pestering Matt was gone, so I walked over to rejoin them. Just when I arrived, two very pretty girls took a picture with him, both kissing him on the cheek.

I knew it was absolutely okay for a picture and that it wasn't his fault or something, but I felt a wave of jealousy float through my body.
I knew I had no right to be jealous, but I was. And I knew that it definitely wasn't good. I was so deep in with him, and I still had no clue what he wanted.

Notes

So I will be gone for 2 weeks now, sorry guys. I'm just sooo busy atm ._.

do you guys even want me to continue?