Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

It's Been A While Since I've Seen God, And I'm Not Trying To Lead Him On.

9:57AM
Matthew: wake up

10:32AM
Matthew: archie, wake the fuck up

11:01AM
Matthew: I'm coming to get you right now, god almighty and that bullshit palaver surrounding it
wake. up.

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Archer.

I awoke to very loud laughter emitting from downstairs, quite unpleasant, might I add. Rolling out of my bed was by far the most difficult task I was burdened with in my sad, sad, life, and today I was forced to by inconsiderate, inconvenient laughter.

I wrapped my fuzzy velvet blanket around my shoulders, sitting up and preparing myself to make the trip down the treacherous steps.

As soon as my bare feet met the fucking freezing hard wood floor, I was met with two very friendly faces, one whom I wasn't expecting in the slightest.

"She's alive," Annie practically skipped over to me and pulled me into a death-grasp of a hug, I could feel the bruises forming on my skin. "What's um, what's going on here?" I gestured towards both Annie and the curly haired boy on the couch, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Matty was showing me his tattoo of my name, what a classy gentleman."

"Right, I meant to ask why you're here," I pointed to Matty and then to the ground, attempting to represent my house by gesturing to the ground.

"I texted," he stated, shrugging his shoulders as if he knew what kind of environment he'd trudged into. He had no idea. "Oh," my mind automatically generated several scenarios in which my mother grilled Matty mercilessly.

I took a deep breath, raking for a sense of comfort, how was Annie so calm about this? My eyes darted towards her, now sat on the love seat, as I shuffled towards Matty, he was sat on the couch, quite a boring name for a piece of furniture that holds such amenity. He patted the maroon leather cushion, silently inviting me to hunker myself beside him.

"Where's mum gone?" I asked Annie as soon as I'd made myself comfortable on the age-old sofa.

Matty immediately wrapped his tattoo-bound arms around me – or around the blanket I was enveloped in. I instinctively let myself sink into his chest and turned to send him a soft grin, which, to my relief, he returned.

"Couldn't tell ya, she just up and left, the usual." I knew the answer before I asked the question, nevertheless, a feeling of alleviation washed over me with the reassurance that nothing had changed. "Coffee?" She questioned, already half way through the door frame of the kitchen entrance. I nodded, "Please," Annie knew me better than anyone in the world. She was my rock, the only person I could ever really trust fully and I made sure to cherish our relationship every single day, other people weren't so lucky.

People like Matty.

He'd opened up to me about the uneasiness that surrounded him even when he thought about going home, he was in Manchester after all. It wasn't that he didn't want to, or that he was afraid – like to myself – he didn't want to disappoint his broken family with his bad habits and irritable tendencies. We'd spoken shortly of his younger brother, Louis, and I had cautiously chosen the words that spilled out if my mouth. Matty had gone into grave detail about how upset Louis was when their parents got divorced, he, on the other hand, had seen it coming.

"Do you believe in God?"

Matty's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I, slightly shocked by the bluntness of his words, let out a nearly inaudible gasp. I knew he wasn't big on meaningless conversation, small talk, in fact he avoided it at all costs, but I wasn't expecting him to ask such a vague question.