Stay;

Vic’s P.O.V

I didn’t know what happened, It went quick. We were together. I said something and she left. I don’t get her anymore. I mean I know she’s quite, and she hardly speaks to people. I was the only person, she trusted or, thats what it seemed like. She’s a mystery to me. To everyone and it’s scary. I’m afraid for her. I mean, something about her, drew me in, and it keeps on charming me. If she could do that to me what about another guy, who has the wrong Idea? Ever since we met she’s only had two other guys in her life. They weren’t good enough. They hurt her when they left, they tore her apart. She said she didn’t care. She hid everything behind her heavy eyeliner and he signature smirk. You have to see it to know what it was. She smiled her Mattie smile, that smile that said ‘you know nothing about me, and you never will.’ I needed to crack her. I hit too hard and broke her. I want to hold her again. Hide her from the world. Keep her in my arms and shield her from everything.

Mattie’s P.O.V

I’m not close to a lot of people. Vic, he’s my everything but sometimes he’s not there. His band mates are sweet. There cool and everything. I talk to them sometimes. They like to tease me about my accent. I get why though, I’m from New York but I have a british tinge to it, no matter how much I tell them that I went to a british school for the majority of my life they don’t let it go. It’s fun to hang out with them though. Around this time they would be at home, In an hour they will meet up together at a diner, Vic won’t show up, he’ll be with Macy, holding her tight. They will call me up to replace Vic, I will show up, drink a few even though I’m still in high school. We’ll laugh talk until the late afternoon. Vic will show up with his arm draped around Macy as she sticks to him like a post-it.

The sobbing has stopped and my breathing is more controlled. That’s just a thing with me. I just plan ahead and everything fizzes out. It’s good for me. To kill the time before I get a ring from Mike, or Tony I walk around for a while. Jamie never uses his phone.

My bag hangs low on my body. It snaps against my thighs. I don’t see what he saw in me. Some people find my appearance weird. I’m short but I’m thin. Very thin. My hair is short, and it wavers around my shoulders. The blue and red highlight in my hair where fading. I remember getting them, Vic was tipsy he blurted out that I should get a ‘wacky color’ in my hair. At the time I thought it was the best idea ever. He stumbled out of the bar and dragged me along to the nearest drug store. He bought blue and red. He spent the whole night mixing the colors and trying to paint them in my hair as straight as possible. It was cute but after when he sobered up he said something. I can’t remember it word to word but it was the sweetest thing he had ever said. It went a bit like ‘You’re different, you’re a total mystery, you won’t let me in and I want to be in your life Mattie. I want to know you. I don’t care how long it takes to find out who you are but I will. I can promise that to you.’ I’m not sure why he said that it stuck with me.

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