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"Are you hungry? Or was that my stomach?" I ask groggily, lifting my cheek from where it was pressed to Matty's chest. I rub at my eyes and yawn, my stomach growling, again, I suppose. I guess it had been me.
"Hmm?" Matty blinks his eyes open, staring down at me a bit confused, "What? What are you doing here?"
"My car?" I ask stretching out against him.
"Don't do that, it's turning me on. Besides, I thought this car was Jamie's?" He shifts around, his hands leaving cold imprints as he takes them away from my shoulder and thigh. I feel a bit empty without the heat of his hands there but I don't tell him that.
"What's turning you on?" I lean back against the window, glancing over to the car dash, checking the time on the radio. Only twenty minutes had passed since we must have fallen asleep.
He groans and mumbles something I can't quite make out. He must still be in that half asleep state. I pinch one of his nipples and he jolts, his eyes flaring open and I can't help the stream of laughter that escapes my mouth. "What the hell, Marcy?"
"Sorry," But I'm not really sorry at all, "You were dozing on me."
He rubs at his nipple, a frown on his face, "You're quite abusive. And also very into pain kink."
"You have a Daddy kink," I counter, though that has yet to be proven.
"Pain kink and Daddy kink," he muses, running a hand over his face, "how does that work out?" he places his arms around me again, pulling me a bit closer.
"I'll call you Daddy if you spank me."
His eyes go comically wide and he mutters, "Jesus Christ, don't tell me things like that."
Part of me wants to see how far I can take this, but that's the least rational part of me, still doped up on sleep. The other part of me is in very serious need of food, and then there's that other small part of me that realizes I'm getting too comfortable with him. "Sorry," I say instead, and it's sincere and honest.
His brows furrow, "You don't have to – no, never mind, it's alright, babe." My heart jolts when he calls me babe, although I know its nothing spectacular, it doesn't mean anything at all, but he sounds incredibly earnest and soft spoken, I just cant help the pitter of my heart.
"I'm hungry," I say after a bit.
"Then let's get something to eat," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world but he clearly doesn't know how discouraged I am to leave my position on his lap. Or maybe he does.
"You have to let go of me first," I glance down at his clasped fingers and he heaves out a sigh before he gently pushes me off. I roll my eyes and clamber over to the driver's side. A hand comes down on my ass lightly as it's in the air while my hands are planted on the headrest and steering wheel and my knees are trying to go over the console. I let out a squeak of surprise and quickly seat myself on the driver's seat.
"I like when your cheeks turn pink," Matty mumbles, poking at my heated cheek but I get the feeling he's talking about the one he's just spanked. I slap his hand away before turning the key and starting the car up. I open my mouth to say something, but I can't really form a sentence, so I close it, only to open it again. Matty snorts, "Aw, see, I was missing the fish thing you do. Now tell me you're my number one fan and you think my hair looks sexy pushed back." this time my mouth stays open until he reaches over and lifts my chin up. He pulls away and puts his seat belt on before turning to me, expectantly. "Should you not be driving in your current state?"
I blink, shaking my head and putting my seatbelt on, fiddling with the stereo until I'm at Jamie's playlist that I'm so used to. "You're awfully punchy right now," I mumble, pulling the car in reverse and navigating my way out the car park and into the almost desolate street.
He ignores me, turning up the volume a bit, "what's a king bed without a queen – I love this song!" he continues to hum along to the one Justin Bieber song Jamie has.
I'm only a block away from my destination when the third One Direction song comes on when I get the sudden realization, "Oh god, am I kidnapping you?"
"Hardly," he snorts, tapping his finger to the beat, "I'm older than you, incase you forgot."
I know he's trying to be facetious but he doesn't understand how panicked I am, god, why did I let him in the car in the first place. "Matty!"
I whine out his names and he looks at me exasperated, "Marcy," he mocks. "Hmm, our names kind of rhyme, yeah?"
"No." I pull over and park into one of the available slots before yanking my seatbelt off and climbing over to the back seat, faced down as I try to find my phone I had thrown somewhere here.
"You know, your skirt is an inch away from sliding up your bum." He pauses for a moment, "Nice underwear." I finally find my phone and sit up too fast that I get a head rush.
"Shut up. Just shut up." I hand him my phone, heart racing as if I'd done an hour long work out rather than a thirty second phone search.
He takes it from me with a raised eyebrow, "What do you expect me to do with this?"
"Call someone," I say incensed, "tell them you're all right and I've not taken you for ransom or something."
He looks alarmingly amused, "What am I, five, no one gives a shit as long as I'm back before the concert – which, by the way, is tomorrow night anyway." He looks at me, I'm wide eyed and flustered before he stares down at the phone, unlocks it, and dials a number before pressing it to his ears. He gives me a look that asks me if I'm satisfied as he speaks, "Yes, hello, I'm just calling to tell you that I'm alive, in case you were wondering...I'm eating lunch...yes, I'm with Marcy, where'd you get Stacy from?...when did you become my dad, I'm older than you asshole...yes, fine...alright...bathrooms aren't classy, why would you even suggest that?...okay, bye, love you too."
He hands me my phone back and I tilt my head, mouth ready to ask him, but I think better of it and I rather not know what the person on the other end had said about bathrooms. I turn the car off and open the door, meeting Matty on the other end.
"So are you taking me on a date then?" he asks.
I frown, "I only have fifteen dollars in my pocket. We can go Dutch, but I'd hardly call this a date."
"Oh?" he holds the door open for me and tell him a quick thank you, he continues, uninterrupted, "I see how it is."
"Do you, now?" I lead him to a booth and take a seat opposite him, "Please explain it to me because I have no idea how it is – I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
"Well," he says, grabbing a menu, "You're about to place your order, is what you're doing." And sure enough my Lilac haired friend flounces over, notepad in hands and smile on her face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Matthew Healy and Marcy – huh, wait, what is your last name?"
"Devine."
"Really? Ingenious gift of God here," she nods to Matty, "and divine war?" Matty raises an eyebrow and she blushes, for the first time since I've met her, "sorry, sociology course; learning about names and such."
"I don't even believe in God," Matty mumbled.
"I do," I pitch in, "Also, I'd like a burger and an orange soda, thanks."
She jots it down, "fries are on me – though I suppose I should be giving free fries to Anna since I doused hers in soda."
"I thought you bought her some more fries the last time," I pointed out.
A smirk pulls at her lips, "I might have nicked them off of Ted's table's order. Whoops." She turns to Matty before I can ask who Ted is, but as it turns out, I actually really don't care. "And what do you like?"
"Girls who are taken, apparently." He eyes me before actually ordering something. Louise turns to me, her face asking me if I haven't broken up with Brian yet. My face is answering with a look of guilt. She clucks her tongue in disapproval before heading towards the kitchen.
I glare at Matty, "You need to make up your mind, do you want me or not?"
"Want you?" he scoffs, "of course I do – hell I could have had you five different times just today – but it won't go anywhere, would it, Marcy?"
I look away, petulant to glance at his eyes, "how would you know if you wont even try," I mutter.
He mutters something before sighing and reaching over to pull my face to him, my eyes reluctantly meeting his, "Look, I'm sorry, but, girl I'm not your savior or whatever it is you're trying to make me. I think...I think you were bound to break up with Alex –"
"Brian."
" – anyway, you just needed a bit of a push, but it came at a bit of an odd way and yes, you cheated on him, but at least –"
"Shut up, you're talking shit." He opens his mouth and closes it, then opens it again and this time, it's him who resembles a fish. I see his point on how it's rather endearing.
Louise comes back with plates of food and our drinks, "Are any of you free tomorrow?"
"Concert," Matty says the same time I say, "Yes."
"Um, well, there's this party just off campus tomorrow night," she scribbles the address down on her notepad and rips it off, placing it on the table, "Bring your friends as well, it'll be fun, I promise!" she scurries off before I get an input.
I look at Matty who looks as if he's considering attending by the way he's rereading the address over and over. He looks over at me suddenly, snatches a fry from my plate and dips it into his soda before placing it in his mouth. He makes a face but swallows anyway, "ugh, this is disgusting, how did you manage to eat that?"
I shrug, "Spitters are quitters." He laughs at that, genuine and a little dorky. I smile and take a sip of my drink, wishing I could bottle this moment — his crinkled eyes and hefty laughter, the lightness of everything, the no care in the world at this time, the savory food and the trickle of jokes – I wish I can bottle it up before it turns to shit again.
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sorry, i think this was a bit of a filler chapter... but i hope it was alright..? :)