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Chapter two- show time

Once I had gotten back to the hotel room, the only thing I could think of was the blue-eyed boy whose first name started with an 'M'. He was just perfect—he was funny, he was sweet, he was handsome. The whole package.

It had probably been four hours since I met him, but I was already head over heels for him. When I got back to the safety of my room, I had immediately put my phone to charge, hoping he would text immediately. He didn't.

I had gone online searching for his name and stumbled across hundreds of edits, pictures, and fanfictions written about him. And that was the moment I decided not to search him up ever again.

I waited and waited for a text that never came. By the end of the night, I was bitter. At this point, Ariana had come back, and she had watched me go through the stages of grief—but somehow, I was stuck at anger.

How dare he. The audacity! Who does he think he is?

I spent almost half of the night thinking of creative insults for him—partly because I was mad and partly because I didn’t want to go to sleep.

But, as all things seem to do, the moment ended, and I was now tucked into bed, sleeping. I knew it was coming. It always does. The dream that always scares me half to death but I can never remember it.

It's quite odd, and I've tried everything to stop it. Melatonin, tea before sleeping, praying, burning incense, drawing, reading, therapy—nothing seemed to work. It's like a curse.

I woke up panting—just like I do every night—but soon returned to sleep thinking about only one thing: the blue-eyed boy.

The next day seemed to be never-ending. My vacation to Vegas was almost over, and my anxiety was slowly creeping up again. It didn’t help that I kept checking my phone every five minutes like a loser.

Ariana seemed to notice but didn’t say anything until later—which I would come to find out was a terrible sign.

As I was packing my bags and picking my outfit for my last day in Vegas, Ariana crawled up behind me.

“Guess what I haveeee,” she said in an almost too-happy voice. I turned around slowly, and I admit—it was pretty unimpressive. Her phone was opened to a tab that said tickets had been purchased.

My blank stare was probably not what she was expecting, because she immediately started going on about how she had seen the tickets online. She said a girl was selling front-row tickets for cheap, but all I got out of the conversation was: I impulsively bought tickets and I have no idea where we’re going but you have to forget about this guy.

“So what is it? Like a concert?” I asked hesitantly.

“It’s more like a standup, from what the girl said,” she spoke excitedly. I shrugged. Well, it couldn’t get any worse than it already is. Might as well go.

Boy, was I wrong.

The very next morning, we woke up as late as possible and immediately started getting ready. We had no idea where we were going due to a small pact that we had made to not look it up, so it could be a “surprise.”

I hate surprises, but anything to get my mind off this boy, I guess.

I got ready, putting on a little black tube top and jeans. It went well with the stacks of jewelry in my ears and the small silver cross that hung around my neck.

My mom had given it to me a few years back when the night terrors had started, and ever since then, I had kept it on everywhere I went.

Ariana decided to go the complete opposite way—putting on a jersey and a mini skirt. And then we were off.

The drive there wasn’t chaotic, which was a contrast to the night. As soon as we got there, you could see teenage girls lining up outside and walking in with their parents. I brushed it off, thinking nothing of it.

When we walked inside the venue, it was like they had doubled—not only was it packed, but a line had formed to buy something I couldn’t quite see because of the crowd.

Then I saw it—it was a poster, seemingly normal, except it had Matt’s face imprinted on it with what I assumed were his brothers.

Fuck me, can I not have a day of peace?

Suddenly, everywhere I looked, there was Matt—hoodies, shirts, hats, even bags. Guess we should’ve looked this up before blindly going into it. At this point, I think Ariana noticed how tense I was getting because she asked me if everything was okay.

The real answer was no, but was I going to say that and ruin her night and waste the perfect face of makeup she had done today? Absolutely not. So I kept my mouth zipped, saying it was a bad cramp.

We finally made it up and toward the actual theatre—it was filled with girls way younger than us. And for reference, me and Ariana aren’t even old—we’re twenty-two—but in this room, I might as well be eighty.

The only good thing—well, not technically good—was that I was going to be able to see Matt again. Some part of me hoped he would acknowledge me during the show, that all the girls in the crowd would see that he wanted me.

Deep down, I knew that would never happen.

An entitled asshole like him would never let his reputation slip. I made casual conversation with Ariana—she seemed excited, and I was happy for her. At least she’s having a fun night.

Suddenly, the TV in front of us started counting down, and apparently, everyone in the room was too. It was loud and temporarily fun—until I remembered that when the clock hit zero, he was going to come out and pretend we had never talked.

My heart ached. Even though we did nothing and he owed me nothing, I still had a small sliver of hope. He was just so perfect.

Before I knew it, the clock hit zero, and the crowd went wild, screaming. I admit—for a moment, I joined them too. Because who gives up a free opportunity to scream without everyone thinking you’re crazy?

And then the screen switched, and I saw him—his beautiful blue eyes and his wavy brown hair.

I hated how good he looked, and I hated it even more that the girls in the crowd were screaming for him.

He soon appeared on stage, and it was like the breath was kicked out of my lungs.

Damn.

And I know he saw me too—for a second, as he waved at the crowd, his gaze faltered and he saw me. His eyes widened a little and he tensed, but immediately went back to his charade.

What an ass.

The show overall had to be one of the best ones I’ve been to. The jokes were genuinely funny, the interaction with the crowd was good, they had different segments.

The only thing that kept me from enjoying the show was my anger.

My white-hot, boiling anger.

The show soon came to a stop and the music started playing, but I was already out of there. I had a plan. During the show, I heard the girls beside me talking about how they were going to wave at the boys outside while they left on their tour bus.

I planned to get to the tour bus earlier to at least get the last word out before I never saw this boy again.

I mean—you’re only twenty once, I guess.

When I had my plan crafted, I immediately told Ariana, who didn’t exactly approve, but she couldn’t stop me. I was determined to get the moral high ground—even if I was the only one who cared—because he was in the wrong, and I was in the right.

I ran to the back of the building where a very evident bus was parked, and I waited. It wasn’t very long until I saw the three boys giggling and joking around.

Suddenly, I felt smaller—but that didn’t last long.

“Matt,” I spoke, my voice breaking the background noise of giggling between the boys. They all turned to me and froze, because I think it was pretty clear by my tone of voice that I didn’t want a picture.

When Matt saw me, his eyes widened, but he didn’t have enough time to process it before Chris spoke.

“Hey, aren’t you the girl from the hotel?” His lips were already forming into a grin.

“Yeah.” I took a deep breath and continued. For some reason, there was a knot forming in my throat. Was I about to cry? Oh hell no.

“Matt, what the fuck—no call, no text. So much for getting my number.” I spoke quieter this time, but when I finished speaking, I heard footsteps rounding the corner to approach the bus.

He gave Chris and Nick a knowing look. I’m pretty sure they heard it too. Without any hesitation, he grabbed me by the wrist, and gently but quickly, he took me into the tour bus before hollering,

“Hold up, let us talk for five minutes!”

He slammed the door shut.

And then it was just the two of us. Matt had cornered me into a wall. My breathing slowed, and for some reason, I forgot what I was about to say as he stared at me with a cocky grin and his lazy blue eyes.

“Didn’t take you for a fan,” he said teasingly, a grin spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not. My friend dragged me here.” I looked up at him and couldn’t help but feel my stomach drop.

No, no, no, Mhia. You’re mad, remember. Rage.

“Why didn’t you text me!?” I said harshly, snapping him out of wherever his head was.

“I promise you I was going to, I just... I don’t know.” He sighed as he looked me in the eyes. “You wanna know something?” he asked softly.

I nodded my head. I felt like putting my arms around his neck and hugging him, but it wasn’t a good idea.

Or was it?

“Once I got to my hotel, I could not stop thinking about you. It was honestly scary... to be honest, I was scared,” he said in almost a whisper.

I couldn’t stay mad at him.

Suddenly, a loud bang on the door interrupted the moment—I’m pretty sure Matt had forgotten about his brothers for a second. Because when we heard that, his eyes widened and he rushed to open the door, leaving me standing in the corner with my knees weak.

The boys entered, and as soon as they closed the door, they sighed and looked at Matt, obviously a little irritated. But then they glanced at me and gave me an awkward smile.

The two brothers retreated to the front of the tour bus, leaving me and Matt alone again.

Matt leaned on the wall next to me.

“I really meant what I said—I was going to text you. I wasn’t going to let you go,” he whispered again.

“I know,” I said as I nodded and gave him a soft, genuine smile.

He didn’t believe it.

“I’m being for real,” he persisted.

I nodded, and my smile grew wider. “Yeah.”

He kept persisting, realizing how much I liked it.

“Look, I even have your name already saved on my phone.” He took out his phone and handed it to me. It was there—pinned.

My smile grew. I turned off his phone and put my arms around his neck and shoulders.

“What else did you do?” I murmured into his ear. His crooked grin was plastered on his face now.

“I looked at your Instagram,” he said, leaning into me.

“That’s really sweet, Matthew,” I said. At this point, we were so close we were breathing each other’s air.

“Yeah?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I said as I finally closed the gap between us and kissed him.

The kiss was passionate, savory, perfect.

“Do you wanna come to my room? Nick is sharing with Chris,” he said, breathless between kisses.

I just nodded before pulling him back in.

At some point, we had gotten tired of standing, and by the time we arrived at the hotel, we were full-on making out with me straddling him on his lap.

A/N: hellooo I'm actually so happy with this and I hope you like it :)

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