That's Where You Take Me

“So you’re gonna live in New York on your own?” Lacey asked Rowan as they walked from the hotel.

“Hell no, Noah’s staying with me.”

“Who the fuck is Noah?” Frankee asked.

“An old friend god, get over it.”

“You’re gonna be living with a guy?” Brian Sr. asked.

“Chill god… he’s gay.” Rowan muttered. “You might remember him Frankee… we went to school with him.”

“Wait Noah Michaels?”

“Yeah”

“Oh okay then.” Lacey said shaking her head. They all seemed a little more than relieved.

Brian walked into Matt’s house and looked around for his friend. He went upstairs and found him packing his duffel bag. His eyebrow rose as Matt looked around for something finally grabbing at a pair of jeans. Brian sighed and got Matt’s attention as he spoke.

“Matt dude you’re so fucked.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Brian?” Matt said as he threw another pair of jeans in his duffel bag. He took the last swig from the bottle that he had upstairs and looked at Brian.

“She’s living with some guy.” Matt’s face paled and stared blankly at Brian for a moment before turning and walking downstairs. He got to the kitchen and pulled his last bottle of Jack Daniels off the fridge and opened it placing it to his lips and take a long drink. Brian didn’t blame him. He had been just as shocked when his dad had told him that. Brian sighed as He watched Matt stare at the bottle and then toss it across the kitchen at the sink where it shattered all over the sink and the counter. There was amber liquid everywhere.

“She can’t be. She wouldn’t move on… not that quick. She wouldn’t… she. I have to go out there.”

“What’s the point Matt. If she’s with someone…”

“Weren’t you the one that fucking told me to go in the first place?”

“That was before… Matt dad said she’s happy.”

“I refuse to believe it.”

“Dude… don’t do anything stupid.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do? Give her her fucking space?”

“It’d be best do you really want her to hate you all that much more?”

“No, I just… I need her man.”

“I know. Give it a week or so more. Then go. Otherwise you’ll look too desperate.”

“I am fucking desperate. I haven’t slept since she’s been gone! She’s all I fucking think about.”

“Yeah you’re done for… gonna cheat again?”

“Shut up Brian.”

Matt waited painfully for the next week and a half and sober and forced himself to sleep. Even if it meant falling asleep on the couch because he couldn’t sleep in their bed alone. He carried her ring with him everywhere that he went and even broke down and cried to his mom. He stayed there for the next few days and finally when he couldn’t take it anymore he called Frankee.

Matt met her at Zack’s and he gave her the address and everything that she needed. He was leaving just as Brian and Median showed up. He hadn’t been able to look at her for the past few weeks because every time that he did he remembered Rowan. His Rowan. The woman he loved more than anything and was happy she was the one making him a father. The one that he had wanted for so long and had finally gotten. The one that he wanted to make all of her dreams come true and give the world.

“Hey Matt good to see you out of your house finally.” Brian said.

“Yeah whatever.”

“Sorry…” Brian said throwing his hands up in defense.

“No I’m the one that should be sorry this whole thing is my fault.”

“Are you going out there yet?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Me and dad’ll take you to the airport.”

“Sure…” Matt muttered.

The next day Brian and his dad picked him up from his house and drove him to the airport. Brian just shook his head as Matt muttered under his breath. He was talking to himself, telling himself that he would get her back and muttering about her being with someone else. Two hours later as they saw Matt onto the plane Brian glanced at his dad as he spoke.

“He does know the guy she's living with is gay, right?” Brian looked at his dad and raised an eyebrow a look of complete disbelief on his face.

“Uhm… no, you forgot to mention that fact.”

“Oh my bad.”

Matt was agitated the whole flight and by the time he landed in New York he was nervous as hell. What if she didn’t want him? What if she told him to leave her alone for the rest of her life and that she never wanted to see him again? What would he do then? Go back to California and pretend that things would be alright? The minute he stepped foot on the pavement outside of the airport he felt like he was ready to puke. By the time he got to her apartment he felt like he was sweating bullets. He was going to talk to her come hell or high water.

When she answered the door she slammed it shut in his and yelling that she didn’t want to talk to him. Suddenly Matt wanted to turn around leave but the door opened again and he could hear her yelling in the background.

“Dammit Noah! I don’t want to fucking talk to him!”

“Too bad, now quit yelling it’s bad for the baby.”

“I’ll give you bad for the baby!” And both Noah and Matt ducked as something flew at Noah’s head.

“Noah?” Matt asked suddenly relieved. There was no one else, he was gonna kill Brian and his dad when he got home.

“C’mon in Matt, she’s being bitchy today.”

“I am not being bitchy!” Rowan yelled and slammed her bedroom door shut. Both Matt and Noah looked in the direction of the room. Noah shoved him towards the room. Matt said nothing as he made his way back to the room that she had just slammed into.

“Rowan…can we talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Go the fuck away. I told you. You can burn in hell!”

“Just hear me out, Ro'. After that if you still hate me, I'll leave you alone. I want you to be happy and if that means not being in your life then fine. I'll hate it, but I'll do it."