Sunny Disposition

The brutal 10 hour drive back to Huntington with Matt was pretty painful, the fact I hated his guts made the company awkward, mixed with the feelings of bursts of love, me wanting to rip his clothes off (as he had built up a fair amount of muscle and gotten way more tattoos since I last saw him, it left me dying to see underneath his clothes) and the emotion of the death made it unbearably worse.

I offered to split the drive with Matt, but he insisted on doing the full route. It was probably because he didn't fancy me driving in his massive Overfinch Range Rover, which I totally understood. We arrived back in Huntington Beach at around 9AM on a Thursday morning, we didn't leave Oregon till late as I had to arrange last minute dog sitting plans; so after the most boring and awkward night of my life, I was finally home bound.

We pulled up at a tall hotel, called the Waterfront - which looked to suit an acquired taste, an expensive taste perhaps. "We're staying here?" I frowned in worry of my bank account. "This is embarrassing, but I don't exactly think I can afford a meal here, never mind a room"

Matt chuckled softly, "It's okay, me and the guys booked you a room out in case I managed to talk you round into coming"

It seemed to me, that everything Matt did was an attempt for my forgiveness for breaking my heart and leaving me with nobody. He performed little acts of kindness as if I'd fall for it, unfortunately for stubborn old me - it was slightly working.

Matt stepped out of the car, and stretched widely, revealing hidden tattoos under his t-shirt which got me flushed. Me, on the other hand decided to stay put. He walked around the car, opening my side. "You coming?"

"Can I- just wait for a bit?" my heart was racing, everything seemed to much. Suddenly, Matt turns up, he tells me my old best friend had died, and now I have to face the other guys who I never even got a chance to say goodbye to. I was somewhat mad at my father for clearly telling Matt where I lived. I wouldn't miss James' funeral of course, but I never wanted to see Matt again.

"Yeah," he frowned oddly. "There's two keys for your room, here's one" he handed me a key and card. "..and I'll get the other and go take your bags in your room for you, the guys will be at the bar or something" Matt spoke in a tone of normality. As if nothing had happened previously, as if we are all one again - but I guess that's how it would feel being in everybodies company again, I'm already dreading saying goodbye.

Matt was gone for 20 minutes or so, I decided to brave everything I felt and finally meet the guys again. I slowly walked towards the entrance, my whole body shook with nervousness and excitement of seeing my best friends. I never blamed them, just Matt - it was clearly a joint decisions but my hate has never set on anybody but Matt.

I entered the hall - on my left, I saw reception and huge red stairs leading to the rooms, in the center of the hall was 4 elevators, and on my right was a sign reading 'Bar & Restaurant' .

I decided first and foremost, I needed to freshen up and look presentable. After taking the elevator 3 times... I finally found my room, it was on the 13th floor, right on the end. I placed the card in the door, and opened the door to a warming modern bedroom. I threw my case on the bed, suddenly feeling a rush of excitement, ripped the zips open of the case and pulled out my favorite red sleeved skater dress with some black small heels, I rushed for the shower and began getting ready.

After half an hour, miraculously I was ready, with my makeup done, my hair waved and my perfume on. I headed back downstairs, getting the nervous feelings again. I followed into the restaurant and immediately slumped on a stool at the very edge of the bar. I had to pace myself, or, get something strong to drink first - whatever you want to call it. I ordered a rum and coke, brushed down my dress, fiddled with my hair and chewed on some gum to make sure I looked good - a final preparation consisted of me taking a large gulp of my drink, and with that, I almost choked on it because of a voice behind me, startling me.

"Take it easy," someone chuckled. I turned around, and neither me or the person expected it. "Sophia?"

"Brian?" I gasped, I leapt of my chair and rushed into him - giving him a strong hug, I squeezed him several times, I felt my teary emotions rise again and tried so hard to fight them away. We pulled away from the hug, still in each others arms. His hands gently held my waist, and my arms comfortingly resting on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes with complete awe, I suddenly realized how much I had missed everybody. "My god" I sighed almost silently. Before I could even think, unexpectedly, he quickly, yet softly, kissed my lips - one kiss, for what felt like forever.

Notes

Ooooo ;) Matt isn't going to be happy :D