Chasing Cars

Chapter One

Matts Pov

"Wanna hang out later?" my best friend Nash Grier asked me.

"Yeah, text me," I replied, hopping out of his jeep.

I walked into my house, slamming my bag onto the ground. "I'm home," I said, knowing no one would answer back. As always my mom was at her law ferm, still working. I plopped down on the couch, turning on the tv for background noise while I played on my phone.

After a few minutes of playing JellySlpash, I stood up and raided the fridge. Finding some tortillas, I poured half a bag of cheese on them and stuck them into the microwave. My phone beeped, telling me I had twenty percent left of battery. I rushed upstairs to grab my charger, trying to beat both my phone and the microwave. I got back right as it hit zero.

"YES!" I yell out triumphantly.

I pull out the plate, and squeeze some canned cheese on top of the tortillas.

"That's disgusting"

I look around, trying to find out who said that.

"I did, idiot"

"Oh thanks for your input," I say sarcastically to my annoying conscience.

"Your VERY welcome"

I ignore him. Wait is it a him? Maybe it's a her? I'll just call him it.

"That hurts"

Ugh, my conscience is so stupid.

I sigh, taking a bite of the messy tortilla. I throw it away, losing my appetite.

Suddenly my phone rang from its spot on the counter.

"Hello?" I answer

"Hey, I'll be at your house in five," Nash said before he hung up.

I walked upstairs to take a shower, knowin Nash would let himself in.

I walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I stare at myself in the mirror, waiting for the water to warm up.

I never understood why girls found me so attractive. I really didn't think I was that good looking. I mean, i guess I'm hot, you could say, but no where near other guys like-um- like....I thought about it for awhile. I've never really considered guys hot.

I climbed into the shower just as my front door opened.

Must be Nash.

I stand in the water for awhile, thinking about random things.

I wonder if cows can touch their toes, or I guess hooves.

Dragons would make amazing chefs.

Why do you call a taco a taco? I mean there's nothing tacoey about it!

Nash is hot.

Wait what?!

I did NOT just think that!

But you have to admit, he's pretty cute. Cute? Can you call a guy cute? I mean he's got a nice body, one I've always been jealous of. And his hairs always perfect. And those eyes. Damn those eyes.

What the fuck am I talking about?? He's my best friend since before we were born.

I shake the thoughts out of my head, letting them go down the drain with the rest of the water.

After lathering myself in soap and scrubbing all over, I get out.

"Shit," I say out loud. I forgot my clothes.