Single honeymoon
The Morning After
MATT'S POV
The realization hit me with its full force as I was laying in bed. What have I done? I slept with Cat, the only girl I love and trust as much as all my friends. Oh God, please let this be a dream. Please. I took a deep breath as I watched the silhouette of her sleeping soundly in my arms.
It was only days after new moon, so the light falling in through our windows was limited, but I could still make out all her features. I'd always loved her long eyelashes, her freckled, nicely proportioned nose, and her plump lips with the perfect cupid's bow.
Her expression was peaceful, content. Her silky hair was spread out on the pillow, looking soft as it always was, and I had to fight back the urge to run my hair through it.
After we did it at the beach, we got dressed quickly and in silence, and walked back to our apartment. There, Cat said "Matt, let's not make it awkward, okay?" and I agreed. I then asked her to join me in bed and found myself holding her mere minutes later. Even if I hadn't wanted to, I would have always given in to what I desired the most.
She fell asleep instantly. I didn't. For the better part of the last two hours, I'd only stared at her flawless face and tried to remember every single tiny detail about it. Now, Matt, I think it's time for you to really think about it, my inner voice started talking to me.
You threw all your precautions to the wind, you threw all your doubts overboard and steered this queer ship directly into the storm. It's time to ask yourself the question of all questions. What does she mean to you? I bit my lip as my inner voice reminded me of the question I wasn't ready to think about yet.
Cat let out a sigh as she turned herself around in my arms. God, I ... I haven't felt this way in a long time. I can't decide on what it is, but it's good. It's sweet. It makes me forget. So why question all the what ifs? It feels right, that's enough, I decided and closed my eyes, not necessarily to sleep, but to get some rest.
When Cat introduced me to her new boyfriend Dave, I didn't like him. He sat there at Johnny's, wearing a white polo shirt and True Religion jeans (and that was back then when they were cool). He had a light blue pullover hang around his shoulders, the sleeves loosely knotted in front of his chest.
Also, mirrored sunglasses were attached to his polo. Here at Johnny's, people like him certainly didn't belong, but he somehow managed not to look out of place or overdressed. I remember how shabby, how inferior he made me feel in my loose black jeans and my washed out no-name bar shirt that I got in some dowdy bar in Sacramento for outdrinking the owner.
He got up and held out his hand for me to shake with his gentleman manners and he smiled when he said, "Dave Glad, nice to meet you." His teeth were perfect and his smile looked like he was starring in a toothpaste commercial. I understood it now, why Cat would choose someone like him.
"Glad to meet you too," I managed to say and Cat was the only one to laugh about my bad pun. His eyes were piercing. At first I thought he was wearing vampire contacts, I really did. Something's not right about this guy, I thought to myself, and I should be proven right later.
I tightened my grip around Cat as I thought about the terrible things he'd done to her, and how she cried in the hospital bed when I visited her. Cried for me to forgive her for not listening, to forgive her for accusing me of being jealous, just because I'd told her. But I'd long forgiven her.
It's gonna take a long time for her to feel whole again, I thought. I felt so sorry for her. I felt like I hadn't thought about her well-being about this in a while. But I realized it now, it would take a lot of time. And this time, too, I should be proven right.
CAT'S POV
I slept great that night. I wasn't used to cuddling anymore, especially not after sex. I didn't regret sleeping with Matt. In fact, it kind of freed me. Sure, it was probably a one time thing and I hoped he didn't feel used or something, but hey, he liked it, too. We're still friends, just closer, right?
"Matt?" I tugged at his fingers, so he would open his arms. "Mhh," he murmured, obviously still drunk of sleep. He'd never been a morning person. "I'm gonna go for a run, I'll pick you up for breakfast then?" I proposed, and he hmpfed something I interpreted as a yes.
Five minutes later, I was at the beach, feeling the sand between my toes as I started running in the beach part where the waves occasionally wet the sand. It felt great, and I managed to block out all of my thoughts and just concentrate on the rhythm of my feet and my breathing. I returned an hour later, drenched in sweat but happy as could be.
Matt was still laying in bed, blanket over his head. I quietly took a shower and dressed myself in my white lace shorts and a black tank top, completing my look with my golden sandals and a bunch of golden, fine bracelets. I did my hair up into a messy bun and didn't even bother to apply make up. When I walked out of the "bathroom" with no doors, I saw that Matt was ready, too.
"So, let's go grab a bite, shall we?" I smiled and he smiled back at me. Man, I have a pretty ex. Just look at those dimples, just look. at. them. "Sure." We walked the small jungle path from our bungalow to the reception hall where we'd dined the day before in silence. When we came there, we saw that a giant buffet had been set up, where there was everything you could ever ask for for breakfast.
"That's something else than cold Taco Bell for breakfast, huh?" Matt grinned and again, I had to smile at the sight of his perfect dimples and teeth. "Taco Bell?" I laughed, "it's your fault I can't go to Taco Bell anymore, EVER!" Back when we were touring, we'd basically fed on that stuff because, you know, it was cheap and we didn't have a single dime. Plus, they let you take your leftovers. It was luxury when we went to Pizza Hut or McDonald's.
"But I bet I know what you have for breakfast now," Matt said. "Oh, really?" I replied, "Try me." "Why don't we make a contest? I'll get your breakfast, you'll get mine. We'll see who knows the other one better," he chuckled and he seemed sure to win. "Alright." I then grabbed a plate and walked to a different section, just so he didn't see what I got him.
Damn, what does Matt Sanders eat for breakfast? Eggs? He loved eggs. He must still like them. So I got him what I used to prepare him on lazy Sundays when he slept over, bacon and scrambled eggs, toast, hot chocolate, dry fruit muesli and some fresh fruit.
When I arrived at our table, he was already sitting there, and all the items he'd selected for me were already positioned at my spot. Two soft-boiled eggs with salt and chilli powder in a bowl, fresh mango (my favorite fruit), a slice of whole nut bread and some nutella. My coffee was standing where it belonged. It was just how I liked it, hot, bitter, and black.
It's really cute how well he knows me, I thought. It had taken me too long to realize that though he'd grown older and maybe also somewhat wiser, deep down inside he was still the old Matty I'd once fallen in love with.
The realization hit me with its full force as I was laying in bed. What have I done? I slept with Cat, the only girl I love and trust as much as all my friends. Oh God, please let this be a dream. Please. I took a deep breath as I watched the silhouette of her sleeping soundly in my arms.
It was only days after new moon, so the light falling in through our windows was limited, but I could still make out all her features. I'd always loved her long eyelashes, her freckled, nicely proportioned nose, and her plump lips with the perfect cupid's bow.
Her expression was peaceful, content. Her silky hair was spread out on the pillow, looking soft as it always was, and I had to fight back the urge to run my hair through it.
After we did it at the beach, we got dressed quickly and in silence, and walked back to our apartment. There, Cat said "Matt, let's not make it awkward, okay?" and I agreed. I then asked her to join me in bed and found myself holding her mere minutes later. Even if I hadn't wanted to, I would have always given in to what I desired the most.
She fell asleep instantly. I didn't. For the better part of the last two hours, I'd only stared at her flawless face and tried to remember every single tiny detail about it. Now, Matt, I think it's time for you to really think about it, my inner voice started talking to me.
You threw all your precautions to the wind, you threw all your doubts overboard and steered this queer ship directly into the storm. It's time to ask yourself the question of all questions. What does she mean to you? I bit my lip as my inner voice reminded me of the question I wasn't ready to think about yet.
Cat let out a sigh as she turned herself around in my arms. God, I ... I haven't felt this way in a long time. I can't decide on what it is, but it's good. It's sweet. It makes me forget. So why question all the what ifs? It feels right, that's enough, I decided and closed my eyes, not necessarily to sleep, but to get some rest.
When Cat introduced me to her new boyfriend Dave, I didn't like him. He sat there at Johnny's, wearing a white polo shirt and True Religion jeans (and that was back then when they were cool). He had a light blue pullover hang around his shoulders, the sleeves loosely knotted in front of his chest.
Also, mirrored sunglasses were attached to his polo. Here at Johnny's, people like him certainly didn't belong, but he somehow managed not to look out of place or overdressed. I remember how shabby, how inferior he made me feel in my loose black jeans and my washed out no-name bar shirt that I got in some dowdy bar in Sacramento for outdrinking the owner.
He got up and held out his hand for me to shake with his gentleman manners and he smiled when he said, "Dave Glad, nice to meet you." His teeth were perfect and his smile looked like he was starring in a toothpaste commercial. I understood it now, why Cat would choose someone like him.
"Glad to meet you too," I managed to say and Cat was the only one to laugh about my bad pun. His eyes were piercing. At first I thought he was wearing vampire contacts, I really did. Something's not right about this guy, I thought to myself, and I should be proven right later.
I tightened my grip around Cat as I thought about the terrible things he'd done to her, and how she cried in the hospital bed when I visited her. Cried for me to forgive her for not listening, to forgive her for accusing me of being jealous, just because I'd told her. But I'd long forgiven her.
It's gonna take a long time for her to feel whole again, I thought. I felt so sorry for her. I felt like I hadn't thought about her well-being about this in a while. But I realized it now, it would take a lot of time. And this time, too, I should be proven right.
CAT'S POV
I slept great that night. I wasn't used to cuddling anymore, especially not after sex. I didn't regret sleeping with Matt. In fact, it kind of freed me. Sure, it was probably a one time thing and I hoped he didn't feel used or something, but hey, he liked it, too. We're still friends, just closer, right?
"Matt?" I tugged at his fingers, so he would open his arms. "Mhh," he murmured, obviously still drunk of sleep. He'd never been a morning person. "I'm gonna go for a run, I'll pick you up for breakfast then?" I proposed, and he hmpfed something I interpreted as a yes.
Five minutes later, I was at the beach, feeling the sand between my toes as I started running in the beach part where the waves occasionally wet the sand. It felt great, and I managed to block out all of my thoughts and just concentrate on the rhythm of my feet and my breathing. I returned an hour later, drenched in sweat but happy as could be.
Matt was still laying in bed, blanket over his head. I quietly took a shower and dressed myself in my white lace shorts and a black tank top, completing my look with my golden sandals and a bunch of golden, fine bracelets. I did my hair up into a messy bun and didn't even bother to apply make up. When I walked out of the "bathroom" with no doors, I saw that Matt was ready, too.
"So, let's go grab a bite, shall we?" I smiled and he smiled back at me. Man, I have a pretty ex. Just look at those dimples, just look. at. them. "Sure." We walked the small jungle path from our bungalow to the reception hall where we'd dined the day before in silence. When we came there, we saw that a giant buffet had been set up, where there was everything you could ever ask for for breakfast.
"That's something else than cold Taco Bell for breakfast, huh?" Matt grinned and again, I had to smile at the sight of his perfect dimples and teeth. "Taco Bell?" I laughed, "it's your fault I can't go to Taco Bell anymore, EVER!" Back when we were touring, we'd basically fed on that stuff because, you know, it was cheap and we didn't have a single dime. Plus, they let you take your leftovers. It was luxury when we went to Pizza Hut or McDonald's.
"But I bet I know what you have for breakfast now," Matt said. "Oh, really?" I replied, "Try me." "Why don't we make a contest? I'll get your breakfast, you'll get mine. We'll see who knows the other one better," he chuckled and he seemed sure to win. "Alright." I then grabbed a plate and walked to a different section, just so he didn't see what I got him.
Damn, what does Matt Sanders eat for breakfast? Eggs? He loved eggs. He must still like them. So I got him what I used to prepare him on lazy Sundays when he slept over, bacon and scrambled eggs, toast, hot chocolate, dry fruit muesli and some fresh fruit.
When I arrived at our table, he was already sitting there, and all the items he'd selected for me were already positioned at my spot. Two soft-boiled eggs with salt and chilli powder in a bowl, fresh mango (my favorite fruit), a slice of whole nut bread and some nutella. My coffee was standing where it belonged. It was just how I liked it, hot, bitter, and black.
It's really cute how well he knows me, I thought. It had taken me too long to realize that though he'd grown older and maybe also somewhat wiser, deep down inside he was still the old Matty I'd once fallen in love with.
Notes
Hey guys, update! Wow, has it really been that long? 20 days, eh? God, I'm so sorry I kept you waiting, but I do hope you still enjoy my story and want me to continue!
Thanks to all you guys for your sweet comments, every single one painted a biiiig smile on my face. Keep on rockin!
Does anyone of you also feel kinda uncomfortable since Jimmy's death anniversary is coming near?
love, seventhtrumpet
@LadyRevenge
Oh my God! You're back! How I missed your comments! I can't believe this story has been finished for over five months :D Glad you're back. I wrote three stories after this, and I'm currently posting a new one. Feel free to check them out my friend, and a warm welcome back to you <3 Really glad you liked my first story :)
7/21/17